A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,41
DA during Deathly Hallows were two of the best parts of the books that the movies left out?”
I slow-clap. “Bravo. The reduction of Neville’s role in the films was a travesty.”
“An utter disgrace.”
I sink back into the pillow and let out a long, relieved breath. “All right. I’ve decided. I’ll keep fucking you.”
“Uh, yeah. But you seriously thought I was a poser? I read those books to Emma. All of them. In my best English accent, thank you very much.”
I sweep out my arm in an invitation. “By all means, let’s hear it.”
He clears his throat and affects a British sound—vaguely. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much,” he says, reciting the first line of the first book.
It’s not half bad. “So that’s your Harry Potter accent?”
“Yes. I sound just like you, don’t I?”
I slide into my riff on an American accent. “Yeah, man, like, that beach was totally rad.”
Fitz cringes. “Never do an American accent again.”
“Let’s just agree that the accent thing goes both ways.”
“That sounds fair.”
I park my hands behind my head, savoring this morning-after time. “So, is it a tour of London you want? Or just a tour of all the Harry Potter locations?”
“All of that.” His eyes sparkle. “Seriously, just Tower Bridge is fine. But I’m game to see anything. This is my first time here.”
“Yeah? And do you like London?”
“I do. I like it a lot. Have you always lived here?”
“Born here. Raised here. Went to university in Leeds. That was the only time I’ve lived anyplace else. But I’ve traveled around Europe.”
“Favorite place?”
“I went to Paris with my parents when I was eleven. And Amsterdam when I was twelve, when Mum was doing some work for the Rijksmuseum. Don’t remember a ton, except I loved Amsterdam.”
“Me too. Great city,” he says with a happy sigh.
“When were you there?”
“Last year. The NHL has an event called the Global Series, and my team played in Amsterdam, Prague, and Copenhagen.”
“Copenhagen is great. Maeve and I went there right after uni.”
He sticks out his tongue, panting. “The men in Copenhagen are superhot.”
I roll my eyes. “Wow. Tell me more about your European trysts. I would love all the details.”
He laughs and nuzzles me, kissing my jaw. “I didn’t bang anyone, you dick. I’m just saying it would be fun to go with you. We could ogle the eye candy together and then go back to our hotel and screw.”
I laugh. “You fucking pervert.”
“C’mon. That’d be fun, right? Go to a bar. Get some beers. Sit outside, drink, and check out all the tall, strapping Danish men walking by. We could tell dirty stories about what we’d do to them, then go back and fuck each other like horny penguins.”
“Are penguins horny?”
“Have you ever seen them walk? You tell me that penguins aren’t taking it up the ass.”
And I have no choice but to crack up, with deep belly laughs that expand to fill my body. Fitz smiles, looking pleased with my reaction.
When I finally collect myself, I say, “So, fine, we’ll perv on hot Danes together in this fantasy world of yours. Where else have you been enjoying the scenery?”
“Ha. Mostly I’ve gone with my family on some fun vacays.”
I gesture to myself. “As I said, you go with your family and enjoy the scenery.”
“I don’t usually”—he stops to sketch air quotes—“‘enjoy the scenery’ when I’m with them.”
I give him my best smolder. “I see. I’m irresistible. You broke your look-don’t-touch rule for me.”
His expression shifts to serious. “I don’t hook up when I’m with my family, so yeah, you must be irresistible.” He runs a hand over my hip and along my thigh in a lazy, decadent way that makes my skin come alive. “And to answer your question, we’ve gone to a bunch of places. We never traveled when I was growing up. Didn’t have the money at all. So, in the last few years, I’ve tried to make up for it. I took my mom and sisters to Colorado to go skiing, then to Costa Rica a couple of years ago. My sister Sarah loves to surf, so we surfed and zip-lined and hiked, and it was awesome. My other sister, Carrie, is a huge fan of Japanese culture, so I took her and everyone else to Tokyo last year. Had a blast checking out the temples, tea gardens, and shrines.”
There’s such genuine affection in Fitz’s tone as he talks