Remy Blake

“What do you mean my looks? What’s wrong with my looks?” I’ve never had any complaints before. Most women find me attractive. She looks reluctant to answer. Shit. Does she find me unattractive? For the first time in my life I’m concerned a woman doesn’t like the way I look. “There’s nothing wrong with your looks.” “Come on. You can’t leave me hanging. Am I hideous and I just don’t know it?” I jest. She snorts. “Hardly. Don’t make me say it.” “Make you say what?” I’m getting confused. She rolls her eyes and releases a long sigh. “Fine. My father doesn’t usually hire young guys and certainly not attractive ones.” A slow grin spreads across my face. “You think I’m attractive?”
― Remy Blake, Roped