other girls?”
“They are bitches.” It flew out of my mouth before I stopped myself. “What I meant to say was…”
He laughed, a deep sound coming from his throat. His eyes were bright and wider than they normally were. “No need to retract. Your secret is safe with me.”
I hoped he was a man of his word.
“And for the record, they are bitches.” He winked at me.
“You sure don’t seem to mind it when you’re on top of them.”
“I slept with two girls because I liked them—at the time. When I saw how they treated their “friends” I lost interest. I’m looking for a good girl, someone who’s mature and understand s when to separate themselves from work and their personal life.”
I picked at the crust so I’d have something to do with my hands. “How did you land a position as the assistant director?”
“I know people,” he said with a shrug.
“Do you have any experience?”
“I do.” He eyed me for a moment. “I can tell you have no idea I wrote the play.”
No, I didn’t. “Oh. You did?”
He nodded. “Which is why I asked if you liked it.”
“I mean, it’s great. But honestly, I love dance. I couldn’t care less about the story.”
“Well, at least you’re honest about it.”
“So, who did you know to get this gig?”
“Tim Robbins.”
One of the most famous playwrights of our generation? That Tim Robbins? “How do you know him…?”
“I call him dad.”
My blood pounded in my ears. “No wonder all the women throw themselves at you.”
He laughed. “You finally figured it out. It’s not because of my looks or personality. I wo uld much rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. And you seem to dislike me pretty strongly.” He still had a playful look on his face.
“Does nothing ever offend you?”
“My dad taught me to never take myself too seriously. I’ve taken that advice to heart.”
“Well, that doesn’t mean you should accept every insult that’s thrown at you.”
He drank from his water. “Believe me, I don’t let just anyone get away with it.” He gave me a knowing look.
I was starting to think this guy kn ew more about me than he let on. He seemed like he’d been paying attention to me for a while.
“I like that you’re honest. When you don’t like someone, you make it pretty clear. You don’t socialize with anyone from work because they all suck. You glared at me this afternoon like you hated me. There’s no beating around the bush with you.”
“Then why did you ask me to pizza?”
He shrugged. “I guess I thought you would change your mind. I’m actually a pretty cool guy when you get to know me.”
“Conceited much?” I asked.
“I’m just confident. There’s a big difference.”
“The line looks the same on either side.”
He finished his water the returned the cap to the lid. “So, you still dislike me?”
“I still don’t know you…”
“Would you like to get to know me?”
Was he asking me on a date? “Um…”
“Come on. I promise you’ll have a good time.”
“There’s that cockiness again.”
“Confidence,” he said. “And I know you have a lot of that too. Another reason why I like you. So, let’s get ice cream next time. You need to fatten up so you don’t die.”
After the incident I had with Kyle last week, I was convinced I wasn’t ready to date. Just a simple text message brought me to tears. I would always be hurt for being abandoned, for being replaced so easily. And I didn’t know if I wanted to date Flynn anyway. He was obviously hot, witty, smart, and playful but—”
“Stop thinking and just say yes.”
He shattered my thoughts. “But I—”
“Let’s just get some food together—as friends. That’s all I’m asking. You can calm down and not have a panic attack now.”
“I’m not having a panic attack,” I said defensively.
“Hazel, I can see every line of your face. You definitely had a little fear there.”
Hazel? It was weird
“They are bitches.” It flew out of my mouth before I stopped myself. “What I meant to say was…”
He laughed, a deep sound coming from his throat. His eyes were bright and wider than they normally were. “No need to retract. Your secret is safe with me.”
I hoped he was a man of his word.
“And for the record, they are bitches.” He winked at me.
“You sure don’t seem to mind it when you’re on top of them.”
“I slept with two girls because I liked them—at the time. When I saw how they treated their “friends” I lost interest. I’m looking for a good girl, someone who’s mature and understand s when to separate themselves from work and their personal life.”
I picked at the crust so I’d have something to do with my hands. “How did you land a position as the assistant director?”
“I know people,” he said with a shrug.
“Do you have any experience?”
“I do.” He eyed me for a moment. “I can tell you have no idea I wrote the play.”
No, I didn’t. “Oh. You did?”
He nodded. “Which is why I asked if you liked it.”
“I mean, it’s great. But honestly, I love dance. I couldn’t care less about the story.”
“Well, at least you’re honest about it.”
“So, who did you know to get this gig?”
“Tim Robbins.”
One of the most famous playwrights of our generation? That Tim Robbins? “How do you know him…?”
“I call him dad.”
My blood pounded in my ears. “No wonder all the women throw themselves at you.”
He laughed. “You finally figured it out. It’s not because of my looks or personality. I wo uld much rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not. And you seem to dislike me pretty strongly.” He still had a playful look on his face.
“Does nothing ever offend you?”
“My dad taught me to never take myself too seriously. I’ve taken that advice to heart.”
“Well, that doesn’t mean you should accept every insult that’s thrown at you.”
He drank from his water. “Believe me, I don’t let just anyone get away with it.” He gave me a knowing look.
I was starting to think this guy kn ew more about me than he let on. He seemed like he’d been paying attention to me for a while.
“I like that you’re honest. When you don’t like someone, you make it pretty clear. You don’t socialize with anyone from work because they all suck. You glared at me this afternoon like you hated me. There’s no beating around the bush with you.”
“Then why did you ask me to pizza?”
He shrugged. “I guess I thought you would change your mind. I’m actually a pretty cool guy when you get to know me.”
“Conceited much?” I asked.
“I’m just confident. There’s a big difference.”
“The line looks the same on either side.”
He finished his water the returned the cap to the lid. “So, you still dislike me?”
“I still don’t know you…”
“Would you like to get to know me?”
Was he asking me on a date? “Um…”
“Come on. I promise you’ll have a good time.”
“There’s that cockiness again.”
“Confidence,” he said. “And I know you have a lot of that too. Another reason why I like you. So, let’s get ice cream next time. You need to fatten up so you don’t die.”
After the incident I had with Kyle last week, I was convinced I wasn’t ready to date. Just a simple text message brought me to tears. I would always be hurt for being abandoned, for being replaced so easily. And I didn’t know if I wanted to date Flynn anyway. He was obviously hot, witty, smart, and playful but—”
“Stop thinking and just say yes.”
He shattered my thoughts. “But I—”
“Let’s just get some food together—as friends. That’s all I’m asking. You can calm down and not have a panic attack now.”
“I’m not having a panic attack,” I said defensively.
“Hazel, I can see every line of your face. You definitely had a little fear there.”
Hazel? It was weird
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