Chapter 7

“Of course. Why do you think I’m so nice to

you? It’s because you’re hot.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re the hottest man in this

building. You’re a nice guy, Mr. Durkeson, but that’s not why

people are nice to you. They’re nice to you because you’re hot, and

deep down they’re hoping to get some. You’re not just the kind of

guy people fall in love with, you’re also the kind of guy that

gives strangers and those who know you a hard-on. Then, after

they’ve spent all night jacking off thinking about you, and you say

something nice to them the next day, that’s when they fall in love

with you.”

“I don’t think I’m that hot. Hold on. So

you’re just nice to me because you’re trying to get some?” Blake

asked, a little laugh escaping his mouth as he finished the

question.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Because I look so hot tonight, right?”

“You look like shit tonight, but Mr.

Durkeson, your shit day is better than some people’s dress up day.