Mister Know It All by Amélie S. Duncan

JASMINE

Tipsy confessions

Saucer Burger was in Midtown Manhattan. My finger pressed the check-in button on social media. I wanted to keep track of everywhere I’d been this summer by making a digital scrapbook.

“Have you ever been to the top of the Empire State Building?” he asked as we rode past the front.

“I came close, but my mom didn’t like the long line, so we skipped it. We went to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, though. I wouldn’t mind going back for research.”

“For your cultural migration paper?” he asked.

My insides warmed. I had only mentioned that once, and Ford had remembered. “Yeah. But I’m not sure I’ll have time for the extensive research next semester, my last semester in my master’s degree program. I need to prepare for the Ph.D. applications.”

“Where have you applied?”

“Everywhere in Boston, though, I’ve considered deferring admission for a year to do a full research project and have more life experience before settling into another program.”

“A break sounds like a good idea. I have one stop to make. Be right back.”

He left the car near Bloomingdales.

I took out my phone and looked over my social media and read about what other people in my class were doing over the summer. Some backpacking through Europe. Others had posts with impressive internships. Basically, no one ever posted anything that wasn’t exciting. Randall’s calendar popped up with an alert about a few conferences he was invited to that I still had on mine. He had the professor’s life I thought I’d dreamed of—lectures, seminars, writing articles, and debates. I lived that with him, but the accolades weren’t mine. Did I still even want his life?

I glanced out the window and watched Ford walk back toward the car while people gawked at him. He could turn heads. He’d been nice, but then what else could he be when hosting?

He reached the car and put bags in the trunk.

“More fancy gadgets?” I teased.

“Something I reserved for my sister, Emma. A reward for a good first year in college,” he explained as he settled behind the wheel.

“That’s nice. I always wanted a sister, but I have an older brother, who’s perfect, by the way, if you listen to my parents.”

“I’ve got a perfect brother too, Aldric. He’s a medical resident in New Jersey. Any other ideas for your visit?” he asked.

“Broadway show, shopping, eating out somewhere exotic…” I rattled off a list from the notepad on my phone. “Just seeking out something new and refreshing.”

“I can send you suggestions if you give me your email or number.”

“Sure. You can find all the nerdy stuff to do,” I teased with a grin.

“I have other interests too,” he said, and I turned my head to look at the smile on his lips. And what did that mean?

Saucer Burger looked like an amusement park of plastic craters, painted planet walls, and spaceship-shaped tables and seats. It had a tiny child handprint on a moon, which I pointed at, and Ford joined me in laughing. “Trust me, they have delicious food, and you didn’t want to go to a ‘stuffy’ place.”

“I’m highly amused,” I said as I settled into the spaceship-shaped booth across from him. “It’s like returning to childhood. Not the one I had, though. If I came to a place like this, my parents would give me an astronomy assignment afterward. What about you?”

“My childhood?” he asked.

“Not solely,” I said. “Though I’m fascinated by modern-day childhood construction.”

“Psychology course? I thought you said you were studying sociology.”

“Double major, Mr. Lingren. What’s your answer?”

He went quiet and seemed lost in thought. Then he said, “I have nothing to share. I went to boarding prep for part of my life. I finished early and went to work to help my sister and brother.”

I wanted to ask him why he had the help them, but I didn’t want to pry.

He ordered us food and agreed to my chocolate and Irish whiskey float.

“Not too strong,” he instructed the server.

“Just make it the way you usually make it,” I spoke up and narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re bossy.”

“Is that bothering you?” he asked and leaned in to focus on my answer.

“Yeah, actually it is. What’s your issue with alcohol?”

He hesitated but then said, “You only just met me. Even if you have friends saying I’m fine, you shouldn’t get intoxicated with someone you don’t know. I’ve seen the nasty side of alcohol enough not to want to be around it.”

My brows raised. “I see. I didn’t consider being taken advantage of here. I mean, you seem like an okay guy, and my cousin vouched for you for overnight, and no one in my family would release me to a creepy roofie guy—”

“I’m not a creepy roofie guy,” he said, smiling at me. “Let’s change the subject. How about telling me your answer about your childhood?”

“I was the kid who aced everything, and everyone hated,” I said, eating a steak fry. “But I had no choice but to work to those standards. My parents had high expectations of us and achieved them with my brother. My dad’s anal-retentive about everything. He made me do my coloring again if I went out of the lines.” I made it a joke, but Ford frowned.

“That’s overkill,” he said.

“My parents mellowed on the farm. We both made it out unscathed,” I said with a lift to my voice and tapped our glasses together.

Ford grinned and shook his head. “Childhood down. What topic do you want to try now?”

I shrugged. “Work?”

“We’re a laugh a minute,” he deadpanned.

I talked about school, and Ford told me about his career as an associate art director of software engineering and design. He spoke about using computer-aided design for software programs to create prototypes. I nodded along because he sounded confident and knowledgeable. But to be honest, this conversation gave me a chance to stare without gaping at him. I’d never been in the orbit of a man so hot up close: no pores, starry eyes, all cheekbones, and kiss-me-please lips. God, please don’t let me drool. And I swear if that man licks his sexy lips again, my sex will spasm.

“Are you listening?” I heard Ford say, and from the lower arch to his perfect brow, I realize he must have asked more than once.

My mouth twitched, and my grin turned goofy when I lied. So, to avoid embarrassment, I covered my mouth, pretended to cough, and dreamed up a half-truth so I wouldn’t sound rude.

“I’m listening. I understand computer-generated design. It sounds interesting, but maybe it’s one of those careers you need to see in action.” Yeah. That sounds good.

He pushed his hand back through his hair and grinned. “I bored you.”

“Not at all.”

His blue eyes stared in a penetrating way that I feared meant he knew what I was thinking. My face went hot, and I became very interested in the napkin on my lap to hide the weird tremor in my hands. “Not bored at all. The food is excellent.”

Picking up my float, I took a deep suck on the straw. Did that look sexy?

I glanced at him and had to hide a smile when I saw him watching me. Oh, yeah.

“It’s all right if I did bore you. Work is for work.” His phone went off. “And it never ends. Excuse me.” He stood and walked a few steps away from our table.

I polished off my float, and I sang along with “Perfect Illusion” by Lady Gaga. My voice was a little loud. To be honest, it didn’t take much. But here I was with a buzz going, a hot guy across from me, and an exciting break from my school. I was in NYC!

Ford wasn’t keen on my newfound enthusiasm.

He frowned disapprovingly. “You’re drunk. Time to go.”

“Nope. I’m buzzed. I’ll laugh too much and talk your ear off, but I’m not sloppy, hold-my-hair-back drunk.”

Ford called for the check and ignored my money. The waitress brought the bill promptly as many more tourists were waiting to eat in space.

I danced out of my seat, snapping my fingers and shaking my body from side to side as I sang the next song playing in the restaurant, Katy Perry’s “California Dream.”

Ford looked at me like I’d grown another head. “This isn’t a nightclub.”

“So?” I shrugged.

“You want to end up online?” he warned.

I stopped and glanced around at the tourist with phones. Hell no.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Better keep you close in case you fall.”

I guffawed. “Or you’re trying to stop my dancing. You don’t need to hold me. I don’t want to end up a badly captioned meme.”

My heartbeat sped up like I’d ran for miles. His cologne smelled like citrus.

He let me go, and I ran ahead of him onto the sidewalk and yelled into the wind, “Wow! I’m in New York City!” I glanced over at Ford, who had an expression I couldn’t read.

I raised a brow. “What’s up now?”

“You’re too much,” he replied.

“You’re too uptight. Relax with me. We’re buddies now,” I mused.

“I’m not your buddy, Jasmine.” His tone switched to serious.

My brows rose. Was Ford upset, or had I just friend-zoned him? “What I meant was I don’t hate you. I hate men. They cheat.”

Ford’s gaze flicked upward. “Women cheat too.”

I pushed my hair back from my face and sighed in exasperation. “Fine, I’m done trying to have a relationship. I’m only going for no-strings-attached sex. But my friend Tam said I shouldn’t speak to him, or he’d be shit in bed. I mean, talking would only lead to me thinking about what we said during sex.”

Ford laughed. “Is that what you do when you have sex? Sounds like a tragic sex life. I’ve never had a woman not pleased by me.”

“Every guy thinks they are a god in bed. They promise fireworks, but when you get there, it’s not even as good as a sparkler.”

“A sorry sex life. Tell me more,” he mused.

I zipped my lips and threw away the key.

“You’d tell me if I gave you another mug of whiskey ice cream, Jasmine. Too bad you’re cut off from alcohol the rest of the evening.”

Noooo. He’s too pretty to be so mean to me.

“You’re wrong. Although, you’re pretty hot for a suit.”