The Ex Files (Ocean View, #1)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“I wear heels. I date people for a living. Heels make a woman look feminine. Pretty.” The words come out tasting of the acid in my stomach, but I persevere, the coffee shop now in my line of sight. “That’s stupid.” “No, it’s not.” “A woman in flats says she’s comfortable with who she is. Not trying to impress anyone.” “So you don’t like a woman in heels?” I ask. “Oh, I love when a woman wears heels.” “Then why—” “A woman in heels is sexy as fuck. A man looks at a woman in heels, he instantly thinks about wrapping them around his back or bending her over to fuck her from behind while she’s still wearing them—” “Luke! Not every—” “Every man, sweetheart. And I guaran-fuckin’-tee every man who has seen you in your heels with your pretty skirts and your tight dresses has thought the same thing.” “There’s no way—” “I sure as fuck did that first time, side of the road. Bending you over the hood of your car, eating you while they dug into my back.” Any remaining drive to argue his point, to cut him off, has completely evaporated in the heat of unexpected lust running through me. For a split second, a reel of images runs through my mind, images that are absolutely filthy starring this all-American man whom I never in a million years would have pictured saying this to me. I bite my lip as the center of my panties grows suspiciously damn. “But a woman in flats?” His voice is lower now, growly and untamed, similar to how he said goodbye after our last date. After that kiss. “A woman i...