Chapter Five
Luke
What the hell am I doing?
I look back over my shoulder at the departing Tayler “Forever Girl” Sorensen and stare.
When I glimpse her round little ass, I remember what I’m doing.
Holy shit, the woman is wearing some of those tight-as-fuck legging things, some short little sweatshirt top, and sneakers. The sight makes my dick hard on the spot. I didn’t see her enter the bar because; I was busy in the back. Same when she left. I was helping a customer, so this is the first look I’ve gotten of her clothes. Of her bodyinher clothes, and hot damn, she’s got a great little bottom and strong thighs for such a slight thing. She can’t be more than five-three and can’t weigh more than a buck twenty.
She’s so different than the kind of woman I typically go for. Ordinarily, I’m attracted to tall, leggy blondes. Tayler is short and a little thick on the bottom. Plus, she’s got that hair. It’s red as fuck, like fire, and it’s long, although I’ve only seen it down once, maybe twice. She usually has it in a ponytail or in one of those silly buns the girls wear nowadays. They look good on her, though. Like a sexy librarian.
Ooh, Tayler Sorenson in a pencil skirt and some thick-rimmed glasses with one of those buns.
Fuck. Stop with the fantasies. I’ve got shit to do in the bar, and I can’t have a hard-on at work.
I watch her turn the corner and out of sight. Part of me feels a little sad that I can’t see her anymore, but the other part, the smarter part, thinks it’s a damn good idea she’s out of my sight. Any more time spent with the girl is going to test my resolve. She’s something else. She’s got moxie, spirit. On anyone else, it’d piss me off. Hell, if anyone tried to talk to me like she just did, I’d probably ban them from the bar for life. Not her, though. Nope. I liked watching Tayler say her piece. Either way, seeing how much backbone the woman has is a turn-on. It makes me wonder what she’d be like in bed.
Hell. Everything about her makes me wonder that. I guess I should knock that off because we’re friends now.
Just friends.
* * *
Forever Girl:Hey, “friend”.
She put friend in quotes. Funny. I already hate this. Well, at least she wrote first. There’s that. Too bad it’s two in the morning. I just got home from the bar and she’s still up?
Me:Yeah?
Forever Girl:Chemistry question.
Me:Sure.
Forever Girl:How in the eff did you major in this shit? It sucks.
Me:It came easy to me.
Forever Girl:Not to me.
Me:What’s your major?
Forever Girl:Interior Dsn and Mktg
I know what that is. Interior design and marketing. Strange combination.
Me:What’re you going to do with that? Sell curtains?
Forever Girl: …
No reply for a bit. So, I try again.
Me:Just kidding.
Forever Girl:I want to work at a design firm. The marketing degree is my safety net.
She’s got a safety net degree?
