The second girl had been Tawny Greenwalt, whom I’d met on my recruiting trip to Oklahoma. I’ve been around a lot of drop-dead gorgeous women. When you act or model, it’s a given. Yes, I might have a type, if you consider two of my three infatuations are Hannah Minacci and Adrienne. Real women with significant natural assets up top catch my eye. So it meant something that Tawny wasn’t overly developed. Not that C-cup was anything to sneeze at. With her, it was the whole package.
Watching Tawny move on stage and then talking to her and discovering she was able to more than hold a conversation made her someone I might fall for. Tawny made my decision to go to Oklahoma very appealing on a personal level. Not that I had any expectations, but I would definitely look her up when I got to campus.
What was the saying? It’s when you stop looking that you’ll find someone? Never in a million years would I have thought I would find someone who interested me in at some uptight, lavish masquerade ball.
I’ve always said a guy rates a woman on her looks within a few seconds of first seeing her. I’m sure women do the same, but men are visual animals. Like most men, I tend to use a scale of one to ten, one being a girl I had zero interest in. Actually, I would have to dislike a woman intensely to give her a score that low. A ten was someone I would be willing to throw down on the fifty-yard line during the Super Bowl and have my way with her, based solely on her looks.
Cinderella fell into the solid seven or low eight range. But it wasn’t her looks that had me intrigued. She just had something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on, sort of like the first time I met Joey, or even better, Lisa Felton. Sometimes the beast we like to keep hidden simply knows what it wants, and mine wanted my princess.
Once Megan and I were seated, and the server had taken our drink orders, I decided to tell her about my infatuation.
Not to get off on a completely different tangent, but coffee in Monaco was expensive. Let me clarify. Everything in Monaco was expensive, but they wanted about four times what you would expect to pay at a better restaurant back home. Just saying.
“I met someone last night,” I said to kick off our discussion.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me.”
“You do realize I planned to buy you breakfast,” I said, giving her a stern look.
The poor girl wasn’t used to being teased because she looked traumatized. I felt terrible, and it must have shown on my face because she suddenly smiled.
“You’re getting better at that,” I said.
“Tell me about this amazing woman you met,” Megan said, dismissing me.
“Who said it was a woman?”
“There’s an ongoing debate on social media as to whether you’re gay. Most agree that when you see a good-looking guy, there’s a strong possibility that he is,” Megan retorted.
I was starting to like this Megan girl. The quiet little mouse had hidden claws.
“Yes, it’s a woman. I met her last night but don’t actually know her name. We had to wear name tags with fake names, and hers said Cinderella.”
“What did yours say?” Megan asked.
I struck a pose, using my finger to mimic a gun.
“Bond, Ian Bond,” I said dramatically.
“You do realize that if you weren’t an actor, you would be a weirdo.”
“I’ve been told that more than once,” I admitted.
“Did you get her number?”
“No.”
Megan’s eyes got big.
“I can’t believe you couldn’t get a girl’s number,” she said doubtfully.
I gave her my best smile with a touch of a leer thrown in.
“She invited me to go on her boat today, and I’m taking her to the opera tonight. After that, who knows?”
“That sounds like a solid plan.”
“What did you guys do last night?” I asked.
“Went to dinner, then to a club where we danced. I even got asked to dance a couple of times,” Megan said as she blushed, remembering the experience.
“Was everyone on their best behavior?” I asked.
“Until they got home.”
The way she said that made me curious.
“Really? I must have slept through that.”
“Must have,” Megan said.
Her expression told me she was holding out on me.
“Spill it. You know you want to,” I pushed.
“They did stuff together in the living room,” Megan blurted and turned bright red.
“All of them?” I asked.
“Well, Ashley turned in as soon as we got back because she’s playing poker today. But the rest of them did.”
“Did you join in?” I asked.
Megan slouched down and almost disappeared under the table. I heard her mumble something.
“Was that a yes?” I asked with a big grin.
“No!” she barked and then slid back down.
“You watched?”
She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“You dirty girl,” I teased. “Was it hot?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
I raised my hands.
“Hey, I’m not judging. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I sometimes watch porn on the Internet.”
She peeked up at me, and I saw the hint of a smile. I leaned forward to make sure only she could hear.
“I sometimes touch myself when I watch. Did you touch yourself?” I asked.
“David!”
I gave her a knowing look.
“Just saying, it would be okay if you did,” I said in my best reassuring voice.
