He got up and pulled her to her feet. With his hands
wrapped around her backside, he cupped each cheek. "And
as for your butt, there's nothing wrong with it at all. You've
got perfect curves, all the way down. Believe me, I've
studied this, and I look forward to studying it more later.
Don't get confused by the twisted image of women that the
media feeds us-your butt is super fine. You've got shape."
His hands reached up to her head, and his thumbs
touched the bridge of her nose where the line of freckles
crossed it. He then followed the freckles, down her nose
and under her eyes, his thumbs tracing it out. "Have I told
you that your freckles are super sexy? They are. They give
you a hot little mask that I can stare at all day." He stepped
back and nodded his head. "So don't give me any crap about
not being good looking, because that's wrong."
O.E. roamed his eyes up and down her body, his lips
curled as he took in her revealing outfit. Then he grabbed
her chin and turned her head from side to side. "Your sister
is a jealous bitch. She knows she'll never be as beautiful as
you. I can't wait to see her. Now stop this and eat. The food
is getting cold."
They sat back down and resumed dinner. Rebecca
fidgeted in the ensuing silence. "Lauren's not bad looking."
"Got any pictures?"
"Hardly any, I try not to remind myself about her."
"Good. Forget her. She can't be as pretty as you, because
you are the best looking woman I know."
It sounds like such a line. But he wasn't making a joke of
it-he seemed sincere.
Rebecca smiled a tiny bit. "There you go again with the
superlatives. I guess a man with a big ego understands the
importance of stroking other people's egos." Her smile
widened. "Is there anything you don't do well?"
"I'm actually not a very good surfer. But I love it, and so
will you."
"You still think I'm going surfing with you in Malibu?"
O.E. arched an eyebrow and stared. "Of course you are.
If you like superlatives, that is. It's awesome fun."
Soon their spicy Chinese feast was done. They cleared
away the dishes and made their way to the living room. O.E.
motioned Rebecca to the sofa, and they sat together. With
one arm behind her back, he waved the other over the
coffee table, indicating a pile of movies. "Ready for a movie,
or would you rather skip to the feature presentation?"
I want the feature presentation, but I'm willing to