"What do you think of that pathologist from Australia? He's a hottie!" Angela took a bite of her sandwich. "He seems pleasant, too...better than that Canadian guy."
Brennan shook her head as she ate a bite of salad. "I find his presence unsettling. He made a throw at me."
"A throw?" Angela was confused.
"Yes. After spending all morning staring at my breasts and buttocks, he asked if I would meet him for lunch and research tomorrow afternoon. It was implied that the research would not be of the scholarly sort...something about the relationship between intellect and the number of orgasms a person can achieve in an hour."
"You mean he made a pass at you? Lord...does Booth know?"
"Of course not! Booth would kill him. I told Dr. Harwell that my husband would have no qualms about murdering him. But that's not the unsettling part."
"Seriously? There's more?"
Brennan smiled shyly. "I was somewhat pleased that Dr. Harwell made a pass at me but I don't know why…."
'You're not tired of Booth are you...because he's a great guy.. and he adores you!"
"No!….no...I would never jeopardize my relationship with Booth. However, I'm no longer a young woman, and I think it pleased me that a man might still be interested in me sexually...a man other than Booth….someone I don't know…."
"Sweetie, you have a rocking figure and a beautiful face. Lots of guys would be interested."
"It seems that I like to be reminded of that from time to time. Do you think that's wrong?"
"I don't think so. Everyone wants to be desirable. But I don't think you should tell Booth about that part either. I don't think he'd understand."
Brennan laughed. "You're probably right. Let's keep it a secret."
"Good idea, Sweetie."