Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(82)

I shake my head and watch as coffee dribbles through the filter. Always the more imaginative out of the two of us, Asha has inherited all of my mother’s blind optimism, but zero common sense.

“So what you’re telling me,” I say as I pour two cups of fresh Joe. “Is that this mythical man-beast about whom Pants-On-Fire-Joanna was raving, is some kind of … what? Superhero gigolo?”

“He’s an escort,” Asha clarifies.

“Isn’t that just a dressed up label for man-whore?”

“No. He doesn’t have sex with his clients.”

“You just told me he did.”

“No, I said he makes their romantic fantasies come to life.”

“And that doesn’t include sex?”

“No.”

I screw up my face. “Doesn’t sound very romantic to me. A guy who doesn’t want to sleep with me? I can get that for free.”