Chapter 37

He wasn’t having it, though.

“Tell me your cheesiest come-on lines,” Gregory said as he filled in a bird’s wing with purple.

“Oh no, you don’t want to hear those.”

“Yes, I do. Humor a guy who hasn’t had much adult male conversation in years and tell me what I’ve been missing.”

“You asked for it.” I finished my tea and nibbled on a pineapple slice. “I’ve used, ‘Hey, I have that same shirt. It looks stunning on you, but I bet it would look even better on me. Care to see?’“

Gregory actually snorted. “Oh my God. No way you said that to some guy. Where? At a bar?”

“Yeah. A lot of men like to be complimented, so I do. It always works.”

“Unbelievable…okay, tell me another one.”

“All right…Umm, okay. ‘Last night I dreamed of a stud in my bed. He looked just like you, baby. Pretty, hot and tempting.’“

This time, Gregory dropped his paintbrush and rolled around on the floor, cackling with abandon like one of his daycare kids. “Shit, that’s soooo bad,” he wheezed between guffaws.