“Have you really had enough Xena? Why do you insist on playing this game? You know you want me, but you continue to deny your feelings and your body’s pull to have me. Why?”
He sincerely wanted to know.
“Because this all ends the same way,” I face him directly and continue, “we do the do, you move on. I move on and I am no closer to my goal than before I met you. Why go through that drama?”
I left out the part, where I already get my needs met. He seems to assess me or mull over my words, “So, what do you want?”
“I want a future,” I somberly reply.
He continues his visual assessment, while I eat the lobster out of the shrimp.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“You should already know that, since you know everything else about me.”
He said, “Well, tell me about your brother and sister.”
There was no harm in talking about my family, so I told him about my parents, sibling, and nieces and nephews. The conversation moved towards how I came to New York, so I gave him the GRIT story. Xavier attempted to broach the topic of my past relationships, but I brushed over them without many details. Realizing, I was the one doing all the talking, I asked him the same questions he inquired of me. He shared information about his mom and dad, who were still alive, their move to Albany, New York after living in Brooklyn all their lives. He talked about him and Matthew, his brother, who helped him start the business and how it grew beyond what he imagined.
It seems Mr. Xavier was an open book. Talking about his college years, graduate school, and even the price this business has cost him in regards to his personal life. I understood that, completely. He went on to say how he was so focused on growing the business, he didn’t have time for meaningful relationships, which led to hookups and weekend flings. Well, I could not relate to that specifically, but I understood the point. His entire face brightened when he told me about his niece, Mara, who apparently was his world. Spoiling her unconditionally, because she loved her Uncle X. Matthew’s ex, Mara’s mom was apparently a bitch, who made his brother miserable. They have fought several times for sole custody, but the case remains in court.
Then, it hit me - we were having a civilized conversation and I realize that I might actually like this man, when he was not so bossy and crass. I caught myself smiling and then I felt something touch my thigh, instantly causing the blood to rush to the southern region of my body.
He smiled, “I see that we connect Xena.”
What?
This whole conversation was a ploy to prove we connect?
Duplicitous bastard.
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