Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

After a moment, I start to laugh. “Oh god. The mental
image. I’m gonna have to search the web for that meme.”
“Forward it to me when you find it. Have you listened to
anything I’ve said?”
“Yes. I’m an idiot. You’ve made your point.”
“I don’t think I have.”
“Am I going to need to sit down for this? I have a funny
feeling I’ve got a long lecture coming.”
“Let me just paint a picture for you of how perfect this is.”
“By ‘this,’ are you referring to his penis?”
She ignores me. “He’s gorgeous. That’s a given. He’s
totally into you. He’s also leaving soon.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning there can be no emotional entanglements. That’s
your favorite thing, remember?”
I grudgingly admit that it’s a check in the Pro column.
“Also, it would break your tragic dry spell. It might even
help you move on. Think of it like therapy.”
“Therapy?”
“For your vagina.”
“Oh my god.”
“All I’m saying is that I don’t see a downside here.”
She might if I shared the tidbit about him buying the house
with cash so he could launder his money and how he
equivocated at first when I asked him if I should be afraid of
him.
On second thought, that would probably just make her like
him even more.
According to what she told me about Stavros earlier in the
conversation, it sounds like his tech job is a cover for his real
gig as an arms dealer. Nobody needs that many passports or
cargo planes.