“What do you think he's going to do?" Paul asked from where he sat at the table, “Besides, you want to be seen with your son talking to a porn producer?"

“Good point, but I doubt Malcolm is highly recognizable."

“Just from the waist down," Paul whistled, “I've seen some of his old movies he was in, Christ that thing needs its own zip code."

"I know, he fucked me in the ass back when I was just starting." I was facing away from him so he couldn't see me grinning.

“What?" He exclaimed, “Are you kidding?"

"Yes." I turned around smiling, “I never worked with him back then, never even met him. Was that a little jealousy I heard there?"

“More Like inadequacy." He laughed, "I mean you've been with some guys that were pretty big, but that?"

"You have plenty, baby and I mean that." I winked, "I am a bit of an expert."

“Glad you can joke about with me." He said, “Seriously, it's good you're not letting it bother you anymore."

“It still does here and there, but not like it used to." I told him, “You know and for some reason even find it hot so aside from you who should I really worry about?"

"True." He nodded, "I like that you're dressing more fun now too, I love that sexy little dress."

"This?" I looked down at the blue sundress I was wearing, it was a little on the shorter side and low enough to show some cleavage, but nothing really inappropriate.

“It's kind of plain."

“Simple and sexy and way better than those damn sweatshirts and those crappy sweat pants."

“I was dressing like a proper mom."

“Most moms dress better than that," He grinned.

“Okay, I was covering my body because I was ashamed I made a living with it. Even at the restaurant, I'm showing off my ass and legs.”

“You should never be ashamed of that." He said, “And hey, if you got it flaunt it." He made a show of flexing, “Like me."

"Settle down, stud." I waved my hand at him while trying not think of damn good he did look in his white sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his arms and accentuated his deep tan and the tight faded jeans that showed off another impressive muscle.

“and anyway, now I'm dressing for my lover." I walked over and kissed him, “Have to look sexy for my baby."

“You're always sexy, you even made those Sponge bob pants look good." “Now you're lying."

"Yup." He laughed, "No one could make those look good."

I jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

“Okay, that's him." I took a breath, "Remember, don't start saying yes to anything without me, got it?"

“Oh, I got this, trust me." He winked, “There's a reason why we're meeting here."