Chapter 64

He returns to his previous hold, giving me some breathing room again, and I exhale with relief. He lifts his hand from my waist, waves at someone behind me, and then returns it to its warm spot on my body, pulling me in a bit closer, if that is possible. I’m practically part of his body like this.

“What do you see in them?” I’ve mulled this over every time I’ve met one, never seeing the connection, and I can’t stop asking these dumb questions. He raises his eyebrow, followed by a smile that says, “Really?” and I feel stupid.

Okay, so he’s a man! And they’re all drop-dead gorgeous with scantily covered, lithe bodies and huge boobs; everyone has been stunning in that fake, plastic over-manicured way.

“I mean, besides that?” I falter drily.

“Nothing, hence why they’re all temporary. None have your cute little face, perfect figure, or sexy little personality.” He throws me another flirty grin. Eye-rolling has become my most used facial expression since meeting hi