“What about your energy levels, memory, no loss in either of those?” He was sounding more like a researcher than he had before.
“No, seriously what do you do? You sound like my doctor.”
He smiled again. “Actually I am a Doctor of Logical Research. All things interest me, but I’ve never met anyone who interested me more than you do. Of course, I was already interested when your sister showed me a picture of you at the club last night. Do you still have that black leather skirt and those boots? They made your legs look extremely hot.”
That was a switch, most guys who saw that picture automatically asked Fleur if the boobs were real, not about her legs. Well considering she had poured a size sixteen bust into a size ten stretch top that night and had been barely able to breathe she halfway understood. “I’ve still got them but not the top; it was six sizes too small.”
“Oh, well I never got beyond the legs, I’m not a breast man, too many of them are more silicone then nature these days, you can’t fake legs very well. Not that yours look anywhere near fake, but you can’t really tell for sure unless you’re touching and…” he stopped and this time it was his turn to look uncomfortable. “Sorry, usually I don’t ramble so much but now that the alcohol is pretty much out of my system, I’m feeling a little less bold. I do that when I feel a strong attraction to someone, I turn into this bumbling fool, the typical nerd scientist.”
“Who wears high end clothes, goes to high end clubs and gets drunk waiting to go meet someone he has never met before?”
He nodded, “Yeah, which describes me to a tee. My parents call me their problem child, I’d rather do research then make them grandparents. Half my life I’ve been to subjected to more single women who don’t interest me but fit my parents idea of a perfect wife and mother then most men get in a lifetime.”
“Why do you let them?”
“Because I understand why they do it, and I know it’s done with love. So I am polite, maybe ask the lady out for dinner or drinks, then tell her flat out I am not interested in her and that’s that. I’ve got three other brothers that would work just as well as I would.”
“Oh yeah, younger or older,” Brie wondered if there were actually three more like him at home.
“Both, in truth you’ve seen one of them, or maybe both, I don’t know if Edward came along with us or not, I was extremely drunk.”
It was a short hop to figuring out who he was talking about, “the guy with the coffee?”
“Well, he’s the younger one, Robert. I understood they know your sister very well when they talked me into going to that club with them.”
Brie had to laugh, “well considering Fleur was in bed with two guys when I went to wake her up and find out who you were, it’s possible then the other one is here too.”
“It has to be Edward then; Robert doesn’t do three ways except with Edward. They’re twins you see, been like that since birth, always do everything together.” Unexpectedly, he reached out and ran a finger down the side of her face. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been sitting here staring at your mouth the whole time we’ve been talking and I really can’t hold out much longer to see if it tastes as good as it looks.”