I don't like this," he complained. He'd been complaining since I'd scooted off the chaise ten minutes earlier, leaving him on it.
"Just a little longer.I know it's not your sofa, but it's not that bad."
He grimaced. "It smells like wet dog. But what I meant was that I don't think I like posing. How do I know you're not going to give me a beer gut or a third eye?"
"I've always thought a third eye would be pretty useful." I pictured the Indian miniature art Cat Vernon had introduced me to and imagined Alex blue, with multiple arms. It was, probably, just what he expected. "And in what universe would there be an even remotely compelling reason for me to give you any sort of gut whatsoever? You're gonna have to trust me, Sushi Boy.

Autore: Melissa Jensen