“Of course, now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t the best idea I had to ask her. I mean, won’t Molly’s parents kill me for being a thirty-year-old man taking their daughter to a dance?”
Sarah laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll call them in the morning and explain everything.”
“I hope so.”
“And you don’t have to worry about the Gaines accusing you of being a pedo. Molly is Sammy’s age.”
“How old is that?”
“Twenty-six.”
“While t-that’s better t-than I thought, I could still imagine they’d t-think I was taking advantage of her because of her disability.”
“I’m sure that’s a thought they would initially have. I’ll be sure to explain the situation. Besides, we all go in a big group anyway, so it’s not like you’ll be alone with her.”
I exhaled a relieved breath. “I’m g-glad to hear that.”
She patted my arm. “In the end, I’m sure they’ll appreciate you making her day.” With a sly smile, Sarah added, “Maybe even her year.”
I rolled my eyes, “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I t-think it’s time we change the subject.”
“Are you denying that you are her Prince Charming?”
I barked out a laugh. “In what fucked up fairy tale am I Prince Charming?”
“The one where girls like tattooed bad boys.”
“Is that what I am?”
“Totally.”
Since I didn’t like the scenario where I was the bad boy and not Mr. Right in Sarah’s mind, I asked, “So what’s the p-plan for tomorrow’s lesson?”
“Did you change the subject?”
“It would seem so.”
In a sing-song voice, Sarah said, “Maksim’s a tattooed bad boy.”
“I am not,” I gritted out.
“There’s nothing wrong with being that.”
“It’s not very complimentary.”
“I think it is. Most women totally go crazy for men like you.”
“And what about women like you?”
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. It had already been such a weird evening with the whole cupcake moment and then Sammy putting me through the third degree about Sarah. Not to mention her thinking I was gay.
“I can’t imagine any woman not being attracted to you.”
A diplomatic answer. “Thanks for the compliment.”
