you sort of reminded me of Tarzan with that long hair."
He dropped his arms. "In that case, I'll take it as a
compliment." His gaze wandered shamelessly, all over her
body. "Ever surf?"
"Never."
He nodded his head. "Then I'm going to have to teach
you."
Rebecca chuckled. "Just like that? We meet at a party,
and suddenly we're going surfing? I am impressed. Did you
offer to teach Bubbles how to surf?"
"Bubbles?" He smirked. "Do you mean Suzanne?"
"Yeah, I thought the name fit her."
His smirk grew into an appreciative grin. "It does. And
that's why I didn't offer to teach her to surf. Fine eye candy,
but way too trampy. You know, too much makeup, a tiny
little skirt, hair sprayed into perfection. There's a certain
desperation in that kind of look that I can't stand." He
shook his head. "You may have noticed that she and I lasted
for only one dance. Women like her are always throwing
themselves at me."
Oh you poor boy. Anyone could see that he was
handsome, but she wondered why he felt the need to state
it. She tried to act indifferent. "Really? I hadn't noticed."
He gave her a sly smile. "Yes you did. I saw the look of
jealousy when 'Bubbles' launched herself between us. And I
saw something else in your eyes, too. You're attracted to
me."
She figured that his self-centered attitude was a typical
result of being so beautiful. But she didn't want to play the
doting female just yet. Perhaps in another minute.
"I might be attracted to you. But just because you spend
all day bodybuilding and surfing doesn't make you God's
gift to women."
"It doesn't?" He leaned closer. "What works for you? I
hope you're not one of those gold diggers who only wants to
date a rich and powerful Westerley."
Rebecca frowned. "You have nothing to fear on that
front. I make a nice living, and I don't really like the so-called
'rich and powerful.'"
He arched an eyebrow. "What's wrong with rich people?
I thought everyone wants to be rich."
Go ahead, tell him. She didn't like to talk much about
her first job. And there wasn't a whole lot to say-it lasted
less than five days. But somehow she felt compelled to
mention it. Perhaps it was his warm, comforting voice or
the incredible power that seemed to flow from him. Also,
she figured that a surf bum wouldn't care about the incident
and certainly wouldn't know any of the players involved.
Rebecca couldn't say why, but for some reason, she felt safe
telling him.