“Hold on.” My hand flew onto Colt’s forearm. “Marty knows Maverick Steele?”
A throaty chuckle came from behind the bar. “I better, that bassist of theirs is the fruit of my loins.”
“Holy shit!” I had to take a few seconds to compose myself, to keep the crazy fangirl at bay. “Your son’s band is my favorite of all time, sir.”
Marty shook his head, his smile never wavering. “Cut the sir crap out. Marty, Pops, or Papa Steele will do just fine.” He winked and started to polish the bar glasses in front of him. “And just to set the record straight, they’re my favorite band, too.”
I giggled and turned my attention back to Colt. “So, what is your biggest flaw?” It was blunt, but I was ready to kick the conversational getting-to-know-you crap up a notch.
“Hmmm, let’s see. A real flaw?”
I nodded.
“I don’t ever want to be married.”
I was shocked. How much more perfect could this guy be?
“Me either!”
His eyes got wide.
“Not the response you were expecting?”
Colt laughed a little. “Most girls would have walked out the door after hearing that.”
“Well, I am not most girls, and I want to be with my life partner because I want to be, not because of some piece of paper that is legally binding. Where’s the romance in that?”
He slammed his hand onto the bar with a huge smile taking over his face. “Exactly!”
“So, this is pretty awesome!”
Colt looked at me, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “So what’s your biggest flaw?”
I immediately regretted asking him that in the first place, but he had been honest with me, so I owed him something equally honest. “I used to do porn.”
His smile faded as he waited and stared at me.
“I’ve never done anything with a guy, always either solo or with a chick, mostly Maja. That’s it. It is what it is. Now it’s out.”
I had never told any guy I found attractive that before. I usually hid it and then a few weeks later they’d put the pieces together, freak out, and dump me. It had actually been so long since I had been on a date or anything close to a date that I couldn’t even remember the last one.
“Thanks.” Colt took a quick sip of beer.
“Thanks? For what?”
He grabbed my hand. “For being honest. What’s in the past can stay there. I won’t lie, it’s not thrilling that countless dudes have jerked it to you at some point, but who am I to judge? I watch porn. I’m a fucking musician for crying out loud.”
He swallowed his swig with an eyebrow raised, waiting for me to take the conversation from there.
“I just can’t believe what an amazing day it has been. I have never believed in luck or fate or anything like that crap, but today is kind of proving me wrong.”
“How so?” Colt’s hand landed on my thigh, sending chills throughout my body.
“Well, this morning I quit a fucking horrible job I hated where they treated me like shit, then I got promoted at Vatican, and now I am sitting at a bar, drinking with a totally hot guy that I have fantasized about on more occasions than I care to admit.” My cheeks burned immediately.
Did I really just admit that?
Those words really came out of my fucking mouth.