“Only if you want to deal with the fallout. Did you eat before you headed here?” I asked her.
“Only if a granola bar during the getting ready for a wedding counts? A wedding that didn’t take place because of me. And it didn’t take place because the thought of letting something go like that made my skin crawl,”she said.
“No, darlin’, that doesn’t count.” Looking at Agatha, I tipped my chin in her direction and knew she saw it because she was watching the play-by-play.
“Go make her a sandwich for me?” I asked.
Agatha snickered then nodded, “Yeah, VP.”
“That’s really kind, but you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to cause any trouble.” The woman at my right said.
And yes, that was how I was referring to her.
Because ever since I saw her when I walked in here, I’ve been sporting a semi-hard cock.
And the moment she told me her name, and I repeated it in my head... well... that semi-hard cock turned into a raging hard cock that only wanted one thing. And that was to slide into the fucking promised land that belonged to this woman.
So yeah, that’s why I wasn’t using her name.
Because this woman was going to cause nothing but trouble.
Hence... If only she knew the trouble she caused with all the single men in the club tonight with her earlier statement.
But... getting into trouble sometimes made life a hell of a lot of fun.
Circling back to her earlier statement, I asked, “And why didn’t the wedding happen because of you not letting something go?”
She obviously didn’t realize what she had said because she was back to her earlier statement.
Because she shared another statement, one that had earned everyone’s attention who hadn’t been clued in before, “And in order to get a boyfriend, then a fiancé, and then marry him, you have to have sex.”
I was thankful I hadn’t taken a sip of my beer at her words.
I no doubt would have sputtered it.
Just like a few brothers just did, from what I heard.
I shook my head, and then, knowing I needed to know, I asked, “Why haven’t you had sex?”
“It's so freaking stupid now that I’m sitting here, and yes, I’m only saying all of that because of the alcohol flowing through my veins right now. But like it was in the old days. You didn’t sleep with a man unless you were married to him. And then you stayed faithful to that one person because you trusted them not to fuck you over. I mean, just the thought of giving yourself to one person and one person only? Them knowing that you were theirs in every way imaginable? It just hits differently.”
The entire place was quiet. Too fucking quiet. I had half a mind to turn on my stool and glare at every single person in attendance.
I knew they were staring and listening. The conversation was that good with her.
But honestly, the real reason they were staring? Because a woman actually held my attention for more than ten minutes, and I wasn’t telling her to get the fuck out of my breathing space.
Then another thought occurred to me.
At her words, the way she looked, I had only one thought on my mind... I need to make it clear where I stand.
Therefore, while she was staring at the wall of bottles behind the bar, I pulled out my phone and texted.
Balls To The Wall Text Thread
Me – Think I just found mine.
Xander – Then you did.
