As the bartender walks away, I turn my attention back to Kylie. She's better than just beautiful. She's attractive enough to draw the eye, but not so much so that she seems unapproachable. If I wanted to really quantify her body, I could, but I don't want to. All that matters is that she's attractive. And, more importantly, she's funny. Really funny. Which means she's smart. As does the fact that she's a writer. And successful.
“What do you write, Kylie?" I ask. I feel bad that I don't know. If she has an agent, she's probably got at least a little published. Well, I guess it's understandable. I read a lot, but there's only so much I can read at any given time. And there's just so much out there to read.
“Mostly," she says, breathing out in an incredibly sexy way that I'm sure she doesn'
