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Like all the sunset colors and stuff. What? I’m a dude. That’s as descriptive as I get.
“I thought we could have a Pretty Woman moment.” He gestures to the room, which I have to admit, does remind me of the shopping scene in that iconic movie. But wait a minute… “Did you just call me a hooker?”
Ugh. Chase Moore does not get jealous. He didn’t even get mad when his ex cheated on him. In fact, he’d even go so far as to say he’d been relieved. But here he is, not only thinking of himself in the third person, but also very fucking jealous.
“Mike Hunt,” I read out loud. Then my eyes widen at what I just said. “You named your cat Mike…Hunt.” Sheesh, even with the pause it still sounds perverse. Chase is eyeing me strangely, like a kid who poked at a hornet’s nest and is waiting for the sting. I glance down at the unfortunate dick picture that the hairless pussy is perched on. “Mike Hunt is on your dick,” I deadpan.
I’m starting to feel bad for the guy. It can’t be that comfortable living with a huge stick up your butt.
