“It’s nice for a single man, but I don’t think Jill likes it very much.” He laughed a little. “I’m sure she believes my bed is filled with the ghosts of other women.”
“Is it?”
“No.”
“Other men?”
He smiled. “No.”
I didn’t know whether to believe that or not. If Paul truly hadn’t been bedding other men or women at his apartment, did that mean he’d been leading a life of celibacy, or just bedding them somewhere else?
“Are you hungry?” he asked, rising to his feet.
“I could eat,” I said with a shrug.
I watched him slide into his sweatpants and noticed he hadn’t put on any underwear. Maybe I’d be able to get a second act from him before the evening ended.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“What do you have?”
“Nothing I feel like cooking. How about I just order a pizza?”
“Sounds good to me.”