Danni continued to smile and leaned back in bed.

“What time do you have to be at the airport again?” she asked me.

“Eight-thirty at the latest,” I told her.

An hour before departure was always enough time for me because I rarely traveled heavy. But every now and then I’d be given a stack of complimentary clothes that I would have to fly back with.

Danni said, “I’m still gonna miss you,” and reached out to touch my back a second time.

That girl wasn’t going to miss me. Who was she kidding? She was around plenty of other guys who would treat her better than what I would. Her drinks should have worn off, so I figured she could tell the truth that morning.

“Why would you miss me?” I asked her. “Was the dick that good?”

It just slipped out of my mouth. What the hell, it was nearly five o’clock in the morning. If you can’t be frank with a woman at five o’clock in the morning in your own bed, then when could you ever speak your mind to a woman?

Danni chuckled. She said, “The dick is definitely good, but I like the personality, too.”

I turned and faced her. Damn, she was gorgeous…in the face. But her body couldn’t match Andrea’s. Danni was rail thin whereas Andrea had some bona fide curves.

I asked her, “Am I the last guy you’ve been with for a while?”

Danni stared at me for a minute before she answered.

“Do you want it to be like that? I mean, I can do that. All it is is a word.”

There I was again, in a very similar situation. I didn’t want Danni getting any more serious than sex. I had put my foot in my mouth by asking her about other guys. But it would be a hell of a lot safer if she was only dealing with me with no condoms.

“How many people are you seeing?” she asked me.

It was the wrong conversation for both of us.

“Honestly, I don’t even want to go there. And you don’t want me to.”

“Yes, I do,” she responded defiantly. “Are they all models?”

I paused for minute. Then I let her have it.

“Of course they are. That’s all I’m ever around.”

“That’s not true. I know plenty of women who are attracted to you who are not models. I don’t even hang out with other models, and my friends talk about you all the time,” she told me.

She was telling me more information than I wanted to hear.

“What do you mean ‘your friends talk about me all the time’? You tell them about us?”

It was obvious if they were talking about me.

She said, “That’s one of the things that I like so much about you. I mean, you have no idea how popular you are. You just take the pictures and leave. It doesn’t go to your head.”

“So you tell them about us?” I repeated.