Which, of course, led to the third thing, the lovely phenomenon known as ‘morning wood.’
Let’s be completely open and honest here.I noticed that one every day.
Of the three, it was the leg wrapped around me that gave me slight pause though.I almostalwayswalked my women out at night.
I lifted my eyelids, squinting against the sun, and looked down and over to the body attached to the leg.She was on her stomach, leg up over my hip and face down in the opposite direction.Her contortion didn’t look comfortable but then again… I chuckled, remembering the acrobatics of last night.
This chick here swore she’d been an Olympic hopeful in gymnastics and damn, she had the flexibility to go with that statement, but I highly doubted at twenty-three, Team USA was going to take her.Any other country, sure, but the United States gymnastics team had standards.
And I knew her age because I checked her ID before serving her last night.
Could it have been a fake?I mentally shrugged.Sure, fakes could be damn convincing but as a guy who had a business in college making forgeries, I was going to go ahead and say her license was legit.
She’d been really fucking cute last night, with her halter top and short skirt.This morning though her hair was a bit of a mess.I frowned to myself, taking in the chick’s white blonde hair.She was face-down in the bed, the sheet draped low covering her ass, and she was wearing a tank top with those small spaghetti straps.When the fuck did she put clothes on?
I reached down to reposition my dick and frowned when I encountered my boxers.When the fuck didIput clothes on?
I wracked my brain, trying to piece together the night.
I closed the bar last night with Emily.After she left for the night, I talked Cute Halter Top upstairs when all was said and done.She nodded, giggled, and stuck around for me to finish closing up.
We went upstairs, got it on like Donkey Kong…
And then I walked her to her car.
And Em—
I quickly looked down at the girl beside me.Shit.
I leaned over the woman as to not wake her, and lifted her hair gently to confirm my fears.
Yep.
Fuck.
Emily.
I sat back and rubbed my palms over my eyes roughly, trying to recall more of the night.We both had clothes on, so it wasn’t like I fucked her.That wouldn’t go over real well with Conor.
I chuckled.Fuck.That wouldn’t go over real well with Emily, either.She fucking hated my guts.
What happened, what happened, what happened…?
I opened the back door for Cute Halter Top, not really paying attention to her as she gabbed on and on.She was a fucking screamer in bed, but she really had to shut her trap now.Too fucking talkative.
I stepped out onto the back step and nearly tripped over something.
“Fuck.”Damn homeless people.
But when I looked down, everything jerked to a stop.
“Isn’t that your waitress?”
Barmaidwas the term we used, but, “Yeah.Here, let’s get you to your car.”Cute Halter Top and I walked around a sleeping Emily, and I got the girl to her car.I scratched at my chin, trying to figure out what the hell Emily was doing back here, and sleeping on the back stoop no less.
When I reached Emily again, she hadn’t moved.In the dim light the back lantern provided, I saw her face streaked with tears and an unfamiliar, unwelcome, clench happened somewhere in the vicinity of my chest.
I knew the girl didn’t like me.She wasn’t quiet about it.Take tonight, for instance.She didn’t normally close with me, but Stone and I switched shifts as a favor to him.When she found out it would be she and I, I almost expected her to walk out.
