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Keanu looks at me with bugged eyes. “Does that happen to you a lot?”
I shrug, trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation. If I pretend it doesn’t matter, then I can live with it. “Not a lot, but it does happen.”
Keanu’s face reddens, and pure anger flashes in his eyes. “Who? Give me names.”
I notice his hands are balled into fists now. “Why? Are you going to beat the shit out of them like you do to your hockey opponents?”
“Yes,” he says without missing a beat.
His confession does all kinds of crazy things to me. My pulse accelerates, and pesky gremlins seem to run amok in my stomach.
“You’re crazy. It happened a long time ago, and I never think about it.” Lies. “I don’t know why I said anything.”
He narrows his eyes. “If you never thought about it, you wouldn’t have brought it up.”
I jump from the bed. “Drop it, please. What time is the event? You need to get ready.”
His brows soften. “Wait. Can’t I just wear this dress? But not the shoes, though. Those killer heels will have to stay home.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Of course you can’t wear the same dress you wore to Trina Tucker’s interview. Besides, it’s a charity event. I need to wear something fancier.”
“Oh God. Don’t make me wear a gown.”
I head into my walk-in closet. “What do the women wear at these events?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never paid attention to what they were wearing.”
That surprises me. “Never? Really?”
“No. Most of the women are someone’s date, and if they’re unattached and are hot, I’m usually picturing them without any clothes.”
And just like that, I’m reminded why I could never catch feelings for Keanu. “Gross.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Guys are pigs. I’m just saying how it is.”
“I doubt all guys are like that.”
Keanu moves closer to me and pulls a garment bag out of the closet. “Trust me, Leigh. They are. The difference is, some guys just pretend they don’t think about sex all the time.”
He opens the zipper and inspects the dress. “This one is pretty. Can I wear it?”
It so happens that Keanu picked one of my favorite cocktail dresses. I haven’t worn it yet, so it’s an option. “Yeah. It has a corset, though, so it’s not the most comfortable dress I own.”
“It’s okay. I can survive a few hours in it. Besides, you’ll look smoking hot.” His eyes twinkle.
“I thought you didn’t care about clothing since you always picture women naked.”
“Not all women, and only if there’s a chance I can actually make that a reality. Come on, Leigh. I’m not a total perv.”
I shake my head. “Just a half perv, then.”
“Besides, I’ve already seen you naked. I don’t need to imagine it.”
Heat spreads across my cheeks. “Don’t remind me of that.”
“What’s the big deal? You’ve also seen me naked… and probably taken advantage of it.”
There he goes again, getting a rise out of me. I storm out of the walk-in closet, hating to be reminded of what I did in the shower. He follows me, carrying the dress.
