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like that naturally! It was probably butt injections or some other nonsense. Tia was just telling me about how popular they are now, especially among strippers.” He only laughed harder. She was not amused. Yes, she was taking it to the extreme but she was out on the ledge now so she was going all in.
    “First of all, stop hating on white women with asses.  I have met plenty of them with real asses and it’s no big deal especially since I’m a breast man.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her while leering at her chest. Her nipples got hard just from that look.
     Grace had the sense to feel a bit of remorse for her words…but only a bit. His confession about being a breast man nearly banished all of her jealous indignation.
    “Second of all, stop listening to everything Tia says, she’s certifiable. And lastly…you don’t have to feel threatened by any woman. You’ve got me, Grace. I’ve been yours for the last two years if you would even care to notice.”
    He was looking at her with those piercing greenish brown eyes of his and her sex clenched painfully in response. What the hell was she supposed to say to that? 
    At that moment, his cell phone vibrated, breaking the spell. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the phone, but it had stopped ringing. He did not notice the tiny scrap of paper that had fallen out with his cell phone. Grace picked it up and scanned the words Call me any time, Misty . There was a heart over the “i.” She balled it up and threw it at the window.
    “Hey, don’t litter in my ride,” Brett said with a laugh.
    “Whatever,” she fumed as she pictured him sneaking on the phone to call ‘Miss Fat Booty’. She could tell the moment when he realized she was upset.
    “Grace, what’s wrong?
    “Were you going to call her?” She tried to steel her emotions from his answer.
    “What?” So he was going to play that game. She would go along. It was better to hear it up front so she would know how to proceed.
    “‘Miss Fat Booty’, the woman at the rest-stop? Don’t play with me, Brett.”
    “What in the hell are you talking about? Why would I call her?”
    She decided to lay it all out on the line. “Brett, you and I both know, you are not a one-woman man. That’s what I need. I can’t abide unfaithfulness. We’re friends and that’s enough for me.”
    “How do you know what kind of man I am? You’ve never given me a chance. I’m a different person than I was five years ago, but that’s all you see, my past. “
    She grabbed the paper, unfolded it and pushed it near his face so he could see it, then he started laughing again, only this time it was tinged with sarcasm.
    “Let me guess, the rest stop skank slipped her number in my pocket and you think I accepted it from her. What, Grace? Did you think I was going to sneak on the phone and call her? Was I going to hide like a bitch in the bathroom so I could set up a little suck and fuck date? Is that what you were thinking?”
    Now he was going to make it seem like she was being silly.
    “It was in your pocket, Brett, and if it was planted, why the hell are you yelling?”
    “Because I am tired of having to prove shit to you, Grace. I have told you and showed you that I am serious about us, but it’s like you can’t see beyond my past to even give me a fair shot. I’ll be the first to admit, I was wild when we met, but damn, Grace, I am no longer that person. I think you want me to be that person, because if you admitted I’ve changed, you wouldn’t have any more reasons to keep me away.  I know you are attracted to me.”
    “Of course I am. What woman wouldn’t be? That still does not change the fact that I can’t trust you.”
    She expected him to say more, argue his point, make his case, but instead he was silent. The silence stretched out uncomfortably until she couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Say something!” she said, exasperated.
    “What do you want me to say, Grace! I can’t win with you and I am not