"You're right. That’s what this entire thing is supposed to be about." I cross the room and sit on the bed next to him. "Having faith in someone else, right?"
"And ourselves," he adds.
That's true. So much of this is about trusting ourselves as much as trusting the other person, on top of trusting the people who matched us up.
"And if it makes you feel any better, chicks leave me, too, once they're done getting their brains fucked out. That seems to be all I'm good for."
Yikes. "Well, that really doesn't make me feel better, but I'm sure you're good for a lot more than that." I hope.
He smirks at me. "Since you're not interested in me fucking your brains out, I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
I suddenly have an aha moment and touch his arm. "Talon, I think you just figured out the first reason why they put us together."
He stares at me, those sexy dark eyes boring right into me. "You might be right, jelly bean. I guess I'm supposed to win you over with my witty charm and not my dick."
I can't help but laugh. I'm kind of starting to like his sarcastic side. "That would be a good start."
He lets out a big sigh. "I don't know about you, but I want some fucking pancakes."
* * *
Talon wasn't kidding when he said he was going to order everything on the breakfast menu. It takes two waiters to deliver our food and spread it all out on the round table in the corner of our sitting room. I'm a little awed when he tips them each a $50 bill, and they both leave, offering to bring him anything else he needs.
We sit at the table and he starts to dive in to pancakes, bacon, and sausage while I take the fresh fruit and yogurt.
He holds a piece of bacon out to me. "Bacon?"
"No… I don't eat meat."
He bites into it and chews slowly, watching me with an impish spark in his eyes. "Oh, you will be eating meat, baby."
I roll my eyes at him and swallow my fruit before replying. "Is that your witty charm coming out again?"
"Hey, I'm tryin'."
I pour some fresh squeezed orange juice into my glass. "So, I was thinking we should do something like a speed-dating conversation to try to get to know each other."
He nods excitedly while drenching his pancakes in more syrup. "I'm game. That could be fun. We just shoot questions at each other?"