Damion“Well, hell, come on now. You’ve got to let me feel like the tough guy. What’d you run off to the city for? Play football?”I laughed. “No. School and then work.”“What kind of work do you do? Wait, don’t tell me—stockbroker.”I frowned. “Why do you say stockbroker?”“You got that pretty-boy look about you,” he said.“I’m not a pretty boy,” I argued.“You look pretty to me.”I took a step back. “Are you hitting on me? I have to tell you, I like women. You’re, uh, cute and all, but I’m pretty straight.”He threw back his head and laughed. The sound loud and boisterous. It sounded a lot like Santa Claus. It was a big laugh for such a lanky man. “Fuck no, I’m not hitting on you. Sheesh, you have a very inflated ego. You’re definitely one of those Wall Street people.”I shook my head, relieved to know he didn’t want me. “I’m an editor for a magazine.”He scrunched up his nose. “I thought only women were editors. Like the Devil lady.”“The devil lady?” I asked, wondering what the he
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