Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(94)
“They want to have sex with you.”
Damien choked on the bite of food in his mouth.
“Who?” he rasped, before taking a huge gulp of his water. “What are you talking about, Alannah?”
I rolled my eyes.
“That group of women is starin’ at you, and I can tell what they’re thinkin’ based on how they’re eye fuckin’ you.”
“Eye fucking me?” Damien’s jaw dropped. “I’ve never heard you say that before.”
I looked down at my plate of food and messed around with my steak.
“Can we go?”
“No.”
I looked up at my boyfriend and frowned.
“No,” he repeated. “Tell me why you want to leave.”
I shook my head.
“Then we’re staying right here.”
I scowled. “I can leave if I want to.”
“You can,” Damien agreed, “but you won’t, because it’s our first date.”
I scowled harder at him, and he only raised a brow in question and waited.
“They were givin’ me dirty looks,” I grumbled, looking out of the window and to the traffic on the road outside. “It’s female intuition. I know they know I’m not good enough to sit ’ere with you. Women like them are.”
“Women like them?” Damien repeated.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Skinny women with a nice bum, a nice pair of boobs, and a gorgeous face. Ye’know, perfect.”
“Is that your vision of what perfect is?”
I didn’t answer.
“Alannah.”
“I don’t know.” I grunted. “When I think of perfect, I think of the girls.”
“But Bronagh, Keela, Branna, and Aideen all have completely different body types.”
I hesitated. “So?”
“So they don’t all look the same, yet you think they’re perfect.”
“They’re perfect in their own individual way.”
Damien smiled. “And so are you.”
I remained mute.
“I don’t know what has made you so insecure about your body, but we really need to work on it because you are perfect. And I’m making it my personal mission to make you see that.”
I looked down at my plate as a big smile plastered itself on my face.
“You’re such a pain in the arse.”
“When we start having sex, I will be a pain in your ass. Literally.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and darted my eyes up to Damien’s, and he laughed once more.
“Never,” I stated. “We’re never doin’ that.”
“What?”
“That!”
“What’s that?”
I lowered my voice. “Anal sex.”
“You might like it.”
“And I might hate it,” I countered. “That hole is an exit, not an entrance.”
Damien was thoroughly amused by me, and he didn’t stop smiling until we finished dinner and made our way back to my car. After we buckled ourselves in and began the drive back to my apartment, I turned my head and stared at Damien’s side profile.
“Tell me something about yourself from when you were little that no one else knows.”
He thought on this for a moment.
“I always wanted to be a ninja when I was a kid. A real crime fighting one.”
That drew a snort from me.
“You could never be a ninja.”
“I could be if I wanted to.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“You forgot to tie your shoelaces yesterday, and you fell on your face.”
Damien considered this. “Perhaps you’re right.”
My lips twitched. “I’m always right.”
“You are indeed.”
He replied way too fast for that to be an honest answer.
I glanced at him as he drove. “Man Bible?”
“Chapter three, page nineteen, line seven,” Damien answered with a nod. “Always agree with a woman no matter what. The ‘no matter what’ part is in bold and underlined.”
I laughed. “You make it sound like you have actual Man Bible copies.”
“We do,” Damien answered. “In paperback.”
I blinked. “Paperback?”
“Yup, Dominic asked Keela about it since she knows everything about self-publishing, and she helped him write out the Man Bible. He got five copies, one for each brother.”
I stared at Damien in disbelief. “Are you jokin’?”
“No,” he answered. “Why would I lie?”
“Because that is the most outrageous thing I have ever heard.”
“It’s Dominic.” Damien shrugged. “Nothing is impossible with that idiot.”
“Do any of the other girls know about this?”
Damien hesitated. “No, but you can’t tell them.”
“Oh, I’m tellin’ them.”
“Alannah,” Damien groaned. “My brothers will kick my ass. We agreed not to tell you or the other girls because you’d want to read the Man Bible, and it’s not for women’s eyes. It’s sacred to men.”