She's Forbidden

Tyson

Mae sat down on the couch while I moved to the small bar to make a couple of mimosas. I carried her glass to her and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa. She sipped the drink and smiled. “Who would have thought the jock football player in high school that pretended to be a little on the dumb side would have all this one day?”

I laughed. “I wasn’t pretending.”

“Yeah, right. A double major? That isn’t easy. You’re smart. I always knew you were smart. You just liked to play dumb so no one would expect anything of you.”

I shrugged. “It was easier. People looked at me and saw the big, dumb jock. It was easier to just go with it than try to convince them I did have a brain in my skull.”

“The people from back then would be impressed and surprised by your success. You’ve made it. You made yourself into a very rich man, or at least you certainly present yourself as such.”

I only smiled. I wasn’t going to give her the details. Not yet. I didn’t like to lead with that. “I rarely think