Intercepting Love (Second Chances #5)(83)
I set the book to the side and took in Brynn’s crimson v-necked tee that showcased her fantastic cleavage, bootcut jeans that hugged her ass, and thick espresso colored hair that fell in curls all the way to her waist. My hair was long, but I didn’t have the commitment required to take care of a mane like hers. She was stop-and stare-gorgeous, though I’d never convince her of that.
“What’s the epidemic?” I asked, unwrapping my ginormous chocolate toffee cookie. I’d been saving it as a reward for finishing going through my notes. It’s the little things.
“Small dicks.” She shook her head in frustration. “Cocktail weenies are bigger than what I’ve had to deal with lately. I’m going to start making guys tell me their size before I go out with them. I’m sick of wasting my time on tiny weenies.”
This should have been shocking, but not much surprised me anymore when it came to Brynn Harper. I laughed, thoroughly amused, as I broke off a piece of cookie. “I guess your date last night didn’t go well?”
She threw her arms up in disgust. “No. It didn’t. You just don’t understand because you haven’t been investigating. Just wait, you’ll be disappointed.”
I considered that as the toffee and chocolate melted together in my mouth. While I wasn’t a virgin, sex had never been a big priority for me. I was very goal-oriented. Currently my goals included graduating from my excellent law school at the top of my class, and then moving on to a fantastic law firm, and becoming one of the best attorneys in the country. Pregnancy would hamper those goals. Since no form of birth control was one hundred percent effective, I’d decided to stay away from sex until I at least had my law degree…and maybe forever. It hadn’t been too difficult. My experience with sex in the past hadn’t been memorable. If history was any indication, I really wasn’t missing much.
I raised a brow. “I didn’t realize an investigation was underway.”
Brynn heaved an exasperated sigh as she dribbled her lettuce with light dressing. “You’ve known me since we were freshmen in college, Syd. I’ve been investigating dick sizes for years.”
“I thought you were just hooking up. Not taking notes.”
She waved me off like I was being ridiculous. “Of course I was hooking up! But it’s been impossible not to notice the current state of weenies. The situation is horrifying!” Her eyes were so wide that her long, thick lashes practically hit her perfectly arched eyebrows. “It’s all those hormones in milk—I know it. I bet dicks have been getting smaller and smaller for at least thirty years. Someone should study that.” She paused, her brows knit together. “I wonder if I could make it a topic for my Master’s thesis?”
I broke off another piece of my cookie. “You might want to wait until you actually start grad school before you propose that as your research concentration. It would be bad to get kicked out of the program before you even start.”
She rolled her eyes. “You worry too much, Syd,” she said, stabbing a forkful of lettuce. “You need to learn to relax.”
I nodded. “I will. Once I have my law degree and my dream job.”
“‘Gather ye rosebuds while ye may’,” she said, quoting one of my favorite poems by Robbert Herrick. “You’re not really doing that, you know.”
I tilted my head to the side, thinking. “We just have two different versions of seizing, Brynn.” I pointed to my text book. “Mine involves studying books, not men.”
She lifted her hand, opening and closing it as she mouthed the words blah, blah, blah. “My version is way more fun. You’re going to regret not doing stupid things while you were young and had an excuse.” She lifted her eyes, scanning the room and then abruptly stopped, her gaze totally focused somewhere behind me and to the right. “Speaking of doing things, the guy behind you is throw-me-down-and-screw-me-now hot.”
Brynn had hot guy radar. That should be the study of her thesis. We’d done the hot guy assessment routine so many times that it was habit. I waited for her to glance away—which seemed to take a lot longer than usual—counted to ten, and turned slowly, scanning the room in the direction she’d been ogling. My lips parted in a surprised “O” at the man—and he was definitely all man—sitting two tables away. Brynn had reason to stare.
His short, dark brown hair had a little curl to it and was styled like he’d just gotten out of bed. Judging by the shadow across his square jawline, he’d also forgotten to shave. His eyes were what really captivated me, though. I’d only seen such a vibrant shade of blue once before. I’d taken a high school graduation trip to Cancun, Mexico, and thought the colors of the ocean were the most stunning hues I’d ever seen. This guy’s eyes were the exact same bright blue. If I’d seen him in a photograph, I’d have sworn they were Photoshopped. His arms strained the seams of the white tee shirt he was wearing, and I had no doubt that everything under his clothes was probably as captivating and sculpted as his face. A matte black, beaded bracelet wrapped around his wrist. Most men wouldn’t be able to pull it off, but on this guy, it looked masculine, and just upped his sexy factor even more.
I’d mastered the two second check-out years ago, but this guy had caught me completely off guard. I’d been looking—some might even say leering—for far more than two seconds. Just as I got my wits back, the guy looked up, straight at me. He met my gaze—and held it.