He nods. “Okay, well, if you drop them off at home and you think you might want to get your world rocked, I get off at four. And you, pretty girl, would be getting off right around four fifteen.”
“Fifteen minutes?” Something about his delivery gave me confidence. He was hitting on me, which didn’t happen that often. “That’s fast.”
“That’s just the warm up I do with my tongue. The second time will take a lot longer.” If I was the kind of girl who blushed, I would, but I’m just not. Possibly that’s a result of night of truth or dare where I can’t choose truth without drinking a shot, and I can’t do shots or anything else because of my anxiety medication.
And like she can read my mind, Maisie leans in, shouts anyway.. “I dare you to get Big Dick Dirk’s number.”
I look up at Dirk. “She just dared me to get your number.”
He grinned and there’s something so charming about it. “Only if you promise to use it.”
Maisie and Jen start a chant, “Promise! Promise!” Over and over while Dirk is still wearing the adorable grin and heat, as women in the club watch, rolls up from my knees to my girl-gina. I push my hair behind my ears.
“Don’t make me look thirsty.” His voice is a soft purr as he leans in and brushes his mouth against my ear, like I pushed my hair back for just that purpose. “Please.”
I look up. “I promise.”
He takes my hand, turns it palm up and all the girls cheer like I’ve won the next item up for bids.
For a second, I think he’s going to go for the obvious move and write his number on my palm, but he writes it on the inside of my wrist, brings it up so he can blow on the ink then turns my hand to press a kiss–a soft kiss–on my knuckles before he lets go. He uses his index finger to rub my palm. This guy has all the moves. “Don’t forget I get off at four.”
Maisie grins up at him. “I won’t let her forget,Dirk.”
I laugh and look at my wrist.BD Dirkand his phone number are written in black, thin-lined marker. Maybe felt tipped. Probably indelible.
“She’s gonna be back at four and she’s going to let you make her forget what’s his name.” She looks at me. “What’s his name?”
I glance up at Dirk. “Run.”
But Maisie grabs his arm. “I’m starving. Do you have food here?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry. Kitchen closed half-hour ago.” That must’ve meant it was midnight-thirty. I’d read the sign when we walked in. A woman across the stage waves him over and he looks down at me. “I’ve gotta go. If you don’t call, I understand. But I hope you do.” His smile and wink are quick before he rushes off.
I don’t watch to see if he repeats this whole conversation with another woman. Instead, I look at Maisie. She’s drunk. Needs food.
“Come on, Maise. We can go to Taco Bell, get a crunch wrap.” They’re her favorite. Many a night since we were old enough to drive, we’ve made midnight runs to Taco Bell for Nachos Bell Grande and crunch wraps.
Jen Leaned over. “Or we could go to the Pit Stop and get a Jeff Gordon smothered in barbecue sauce.”
“I want a Jeff Gordon.” A chorus of “me, too” walked its way across the line of our girls–there were four besides me and Maisie.
As we were leaving, I passed Dirk and he lifted his arm waved his wrist and winked. I smiled and waved back.
It took a lot longer than it should have to get everyone into the SUV, possibly because behind was only one set of doors and two rows of seating and no one could figure out how to walk between the two center seats to the bench row in back. Finally, they figured it out and we were on our way.
When we finally made it to the bar, the games resumed. So far tonight, I’ve slow danced on a table to a 1980s Bon Jovi ballad, and now Jen looked at me. “Truth or dare…” She pretended to look around until her gaze settled on me. “Belle!”
To Jen and the other girls who weren’t Maisie, I looked like the bravest broad on the bus, but little did they know… “Dare.”
Despite the fact we’re standing on a sidewalk in fifty degree temperatures and not a one of us had thought to wear a skirt that landed below mid-thigh, she takes her time deciding. Or at least pretending to decide, but I suspect she notices the smokers outside and decides right then. “Flash a stranger!”
“Flash him! Flash Him!” Maisie was in the mood to start any number of chants.
I sigh, walk over to the group standing outside the front door as the girls huddle watching like I haven’t done every other dare tonight without welching.
As I approach, I consider my options for doing this without looking ridiculous, but it turns out, there isn’t a way.
Instead, I lift my shirt and bra and go for it.
