"Miller, B.L. - Crystal's Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller B.L)

"WellЕ" Laura took another sip of her scotch and soda. "If he is, you'd better
hope he's into receiving and not giving or you'll be sore little man tomorrow."
"Oh but for a man like that," Peter sighed, earning a chuckle from her. "And
what about you?" He motioned with his eyes at the stage. "A set like those could
smother you."
"Yeah but what a way to go." Laura finished her drink and motioned at the
waiter. "Besides, that's not what we're here for."
"Yeah, yeahЕI know you're just getting the layout right for the story. Jeez, you
gonna pine away forever?"
"I'm not pining away," she said frostily. "I just don't think a stripper is
exactly what I'm looking for in a mate, that's all."
"Who said anything about lifelong commitment? I'm talking you taking Miss Big
Tits back to your place and rocking her world for the night." He leaned back and
lit a cigarette. "Come on, Laura. You need more in your life than your computer
and your stories. You gotta admit she's a good looking package."
"Thanks but no thanks, Peter. We're just here so I can get the details right."
She sipped her drink, letting the liquid burn down her throat.
"It's your choice," he said, shaking his head. "Nothing wrong with a little
tumble in the hay once in a while."
"You are such a slut, Peter," she said with a smile. "You live with Michael and
run around like single man. You must buy condoms by the case."
"At least I don't need a calendar to remember when I last had sex." Laura gave
him a death glare but the young man smirked and looked back at the stage. "Say
what you want, my dear. I say you're still pining away for her."
"I am not," she hissed, jabbing his arm with her elbow.
"Then why haven't you found a new roommate? You know you can't afford that place
on your own."
"You're my rental agent. How am I supposed to get someone in there when you
won't show the place?" she retorted, twirling the swizzle stick in the drink.
"I have yet to find anyone who meets your high standards, Laura. I don't think
the Pope himself would meet your requirements."
"You think I'm being unreasonable?"
"Unreasonable?" Peter threw his head back and laughed. "You want a non-smoker,
non-drinker, first and last month's rent plus an additional month for security.
No pets, no kids, noЕ"
"I get it," she grumbled. "I'm not that bad, but I have to be able to live with
the person." She sighed and picked up her drink. "Don't you know any gay guys
looking for a place?"
"You wouldn't want any of the ones I know, trust me." He smirked and drained his
glass. "They're all neurotic or hopelessly hung up on either their mothers or
their ex's."
"Oh, you mean like you?" she teased.
Peter feigned a hurt look for a second before grinning. "Well at least I'm
getting it from someone other than Rosy palm and her five friends."
"Touchщ." Laura said as she glanced at her watch. "It's getting late and I have
to meet with the editor early tomorrow."
"They still won't move your deadline?"
Laura shook her head. "You'd think I asked for a million dollar bonus and a one
year extension." She rose to her feet and reached for her jacket. "Thanks for
coming with me tonight." She picked up her notebook and purse after Peter helped