Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees, Michael Murphy [best books to read for self development .txt] 📗

it. Whyyyy? It’s a good thing I was the only one who heard the arguments going on inside my head. It probably wasn’t going on inside my head but was actually my two heads talking—the big one up on top and the smaller one down at the beltline that wanted to take over the world and storm the barricades, boldly go where no man had gone before (but I wouldn’t turn down sex just because some other man had gotten there first—really, I’m not stupid, just horny).

Chapter 2

AS LONG as his legs were, I thought I would have to race to keep up with Kyle, but he walked at a pace that was perfect for me and my shorter legs. At the restaurant the woman who greeted us at the door seemed to know Kyle by sight and greeted him like a long-lost friend. He surprised me by putting his hands together and bowing slightly as he greeted her in Thai. She immediately took us to a table that was set off to one side in a nook. We could see the entire restaurant, but the noise of everyone else talking wasn’t intrusive. It was the perfect table for conversation, especially when you were with someone as perfect as I was with at the moment.

Kyle couldn’t have suggested a better option for me—I adore Thai food. Any food that had so many heavenly flavors was high in my book. My mother would never, ever eat Thai food. She was a good cook, but she certainly didn’t want her food to be spicy. No, sir. I, on the other hand, like my food to have some authority. I like my food to have a bit of kick. A good Thai curry fit the bill to perfection. A good cook could make a Thai curry that would have your eyelashes and nipples sweating. Hmmm, maybe if Kyle had a spicy curry, his nipples would sweat. And being a good man, I’d just have to lick the sweat…. No! Focus! No nipple sweat! No nipple sweat! Oh, God! Nipple sweat! No! Focus! Damn it!

“You okay?” Kyle asked.

“Sure. Why?”

“You looked a little distracted for a minute. Hope I didn’t say something stupid.”

“No! No! I was just trying to remember not to get the ultrahot curry, only the four-alarm curry.”

“You like curry?”

“Love it! I’m a fan of Thai curry especially.”

“Me too. Sometime if you’re really brave, I can make my chili for you.”

“You cook?”

“A little.”

“Okay. It’s a date,” I said boldly.

“Good! But we should probably order and eat here first.”

I laughed along with him. How had this gorgeous hunk of perfection wound up at the table with me? Surely he must have intended to sit with someone else.

Somehow we continued to talk. We laughed. We talked some more. We laughed some more. And we drank a couple of mai tais. Did I mention that we drank mai tais? We drank mai tais. And they were gooooood! So good. I didn’t drink enough to get sloshed, but I did get a little relaxed.

After our third one and after appetizers and entrées were finished, we sat savoring the meal, basking in the glow of a great evening. Without intending to, I was watching his beautiful lips. Apparently I was staring because he asked, “What’s wrong?”

I very nearly said, “Just admiring your phenomenal lips.” But somehow I restrained myself. Another part of my dirty mind made up the perfect dialogue for if I’d actually said what I was thinking. Just admiring your luscious lips. Fuck. Did I just say that?

“Yes, you did, and yes, I would love to fuck,” he said. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna take the hint that I wanted to jump your bones.”

But I was a good boy. Why, I have no freakin’ idea, since good boys don’t get laid nearly as much as bad boys. And I wanted to be a bad boy so, so badly right then.

But I answered his question in a polite manner. “Nothing’s wrong. Just thinking about what a great time I’ve had with you this afternoon. It’s rare to meet a nice guy in this city, so imagine how rare it is to meet Mr. Perfect!”

“Where?” Kyle asked, pretending to look around.

“You!”

“Me? Perfect? You need to get your eyes examined! Or stop drinking.”

“Looks damned good to me from here.”

“Must be purely surface illusion.”

“Okay. Damned nice surface illusion, then.”

Danger! Danger! Warning alarms were going off in my head. Quicksand ahead—proceed with caution.

Kyle sighed. Okay, I knew it. I’d offended him. He knew I wanted to jump his bones, and was about to tell me that I was an old pervert and to fuck off.

“Joseph, you have been a delight! I’ve had such a great time. I can’t begin to tell you how good it’s made me feel to spend this time with you today.”

Hmmm. Not what I’d expected, but I’d take it if he was offering.

“I would love to continue this, but I’m so, so sorry. I have to get up at an unbelievably early hour tomorrow morning to get to work. I’ve got the early shift starting at 7:00 a.m. all week, so I’ve got to get home and get to bed.”

I was thinking it wasn’t a problem. I could take him home, put him to bed, and tuck him in—after I fucked the living daylights out of him for a couple of hours and licked his glorious body from head to foot and then back again.

Rather than reveal my lust for his glorious body, I made a show of looking at my watch. I was actually quite surprised to see that it was nine o’clock—at night! Where the fuck did the day gone? I had to get to work in the morning as well. “Holy crap! It’s nine o’clock! That’s not possible. It was noon just a couple of hours ago!”

“I’m afraid I’ve kept you all day. I’m so sorry for taking over your day so unexpectedly. This has been