The Bride Test (The Kiss Quotient, #2)

by Helen Hoang

Quan’s eyebrows rose. “When did she start acting weird?” “I think ...” He looked to the side as he searched his memories. “I think right after we, uh, after the sex.” Quan’s eyebrows rose even farther before his expression went blank. “Maybe that’s it, then. Did she, you know, did she like it?” “Yeah, that part was easy.” “Really,” Quan said in a dry tone. “Your first time out the gate.” “Yeah.” Quan gave Khai a skeptical look. “What are you, the King Midas of Orgasms? I’ve been perfecting my craft since eighth grade, and sometimes I still don’t know what I’m doing down there. Women are complicated.” “What craft? It’s sex. You put bodies together, and shit happens. It’s like the nature channel.” He did bad on the emotional front, but he’d gotten this part right, dammit. “I’m pretty sure we’ve figured out the problem,” Quan said. Khai shoved his hands into his pockets. “Tell me, then.” He was ninety-nine percent certain Quan was wrong. “How do you know she came?” The elevator dinged, and as they walked down a narrow hallway toward Quan’s place, Khai cleared his throat. “She made sounds. Those kinds of sounds.” Really good sounds. “Anything else?” Quan stopped at his door and turned the key in the lock. “What else is there?” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, come in and sit down.” Quan opened the door to his bachelor pad.