I think he’s going for conservative church boy, but his slacks are tailored perfectly to his muscular quads, and his metal plaque brown belt and expensive leather shoes make him seem way too fashionable to fool me. Even his blonde hair is perfectly styled off to the side, revealing the horizontal line of his undercut. My clothes are more casual than his because I didn’t realise he was playing dress up. I’m barefoot and wearing denim leggings and a loose purple tank. At least the leggings are my hottest pair. I glance down at the bags in his hands. “What are those?” “Hello, Ms. Porter. I was wondering if I might call on you?” I puzzle over his formal voice. “Don’t you need a mobile for that?” “I mean, call on you in the old-world sense. Like…a courtship. But with all the conveniences of modern-day sex.” He flashes a smile at me. I laugh again. “Is this how it’s going to be all night?” I cross my arms and prop myself against the door. “Because I definitely prefer Penis Number One Camden.”
