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girlfriends too. I know they would especially appreciate this one:
‘GETTING MARRIED TO GET SEX IS LIKE BUYING A 747 TO GET FREE PEANUTS. JEFF FOXWORTHY’
and a “matching one” on the women’s board:
‘MEN SHOULD BE LIKE KLEENEX: SOFT, STRONG, AND DISPOSABLE. CHER’
I chuckle to myself and shake my head. Caroline texts back, asking where I am. I tell her about my date with Colin. Ali and Jena text when I’m inside the bathroom, washing my hands. Why am I not surprised that each of them wishes me to score high. They are under the impression that I’ll get laid tonight. I haven’t decided if I want to try out the sex buddy idea that Ali and Jena subscribe to, but even if, I wouldn’t have sex with Colin on the first date. Okay, so maybe I sound like a prude, but hey, a girl has to have some rules. My rule is to wait till date four. Yeah, I know, this is very old school of me. But it’s a brand new rule, and I need to test it. Well, he practically saw me half-naked the first time in the office, but that doesn’t count.
“Did you see the quote boards by the bathrooms?” I ask Colin while climbing onto my barstool.
“Yeah, this place is famous for it. Some people take it seriously. They search the internet and libraries for the best quotes to write there.” That sexy little smile is back.
“Listen, about our first encounter…” I start, tucking a loose stray of my hair behind my ear and biting my lower lip.
Colin purses his lips, trying to suppress a bigger smile. He waits for me to continue.
I roll my eyes. “Go ahead, laugh,” I say in disdainful exasperation.
And so he does, throwing his head back. I can’t help but grin. He not only puts me at ease, but he also looks sexy as heck. I smack him on the arm.
“Okay, sorry.” He still chortles. “You have to admit, it was the best first encounter ever.”
“Not for me it wasn’t. It was humiliating.”
Colin tilts his head and looks at me from under half-closed lids. “You are gorgeous. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. But I get it—running into a stranger and only partially dressed in your office probably wasn’t making you feel great.”
“You’ve got that right.” I press my lips together. “Anyway…”
“Anyway, I dreamed about that bra you wore and what’s in it. More than once.” He chuckles.
My mouth drops open, and I can’t quite remember how to close it. When I finally figure out how to work my jaw muscles, he grins at me and puts the appletini glass in my hand. He raises his beer glass and says, “Come on, Natalie. You must have a better sense of humor than that.”
“If this was a sitcom, I would have dumped that drink into your lap.” I take a small sip.
“I bet you would, you devilishly-tempered woman.”
“Is that even a word?”
“Sure it is.” He shrugs. “You know… I have a feeling that you think I’m one of those scums that only want to get in your pants, and then walk away.”
“You don’t want to get in my pants?” I pretend to be astounded.
He looks at me for a very long silent moment, his lips gently curling up. He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. He kisses my knuckles! “I want to get to know you, Natalie Davenport, before I allow myself to propose anything as deliciously inappropriate.”
Hell on wheels! My heart goes boing-boing between my stomach and my throat. Ohmigod, I am so freakin’ stunned, that I momentarily forget about any of my men-related apprehensions.
And just like that I start to relax. Not completely, mind you, but enough to enjoy the evening. I really hope he isn’t a charming liar though. I resolve to be cautious and see where things are going before they go too far too fast. After all, he might not be a true bad boy, but an almost bad boy. And that can be potentially as dangerous.
Colin puts my hand down on the counter and covers it with his. Still looking in my eyes and smiling he says, “So
‘GETTING MARRIED TO GET SEX IS LIKE BUYING A 747 TO GET FREE PEANUTS. JEFF FOXWORTHY’
and a “matching one” on the women’s board:
‘MEN SHOULD BE LIKE KLEENEX: SOFT, STRONG, AND DISPOSABLE. CHER’
I chuckle to myself and shake my head. Caroline texts back, asking where I am. I tell her about my date with Colin. Ali and Jena text when I’m inside the bathroom, washing my hands. Why am I not surprised that each of them wishes me to score high. They are under the impression that I’ll get laid tonight. I haven’t decided if I want to try out the sex buddy idea that Ali and Jena subscribe to, but even if, I wouldn’t have sex with Colin on the first date. Okay, so maybe I sound like a prude, but hey, a girl has to have some rules. My rule is to wait till date four. Yeah, I know, this is very old school of me. But it’s a brand new rule, and I need to test it. Well, he practically saw me half-naked the first time in the office, but that doesn’t count.
“Did you see the quote boards by the bathrooms?” I ask Colin while climbing onto my barstool.
“Yeah, this place is famous for it. Some people take it seriously. They search the internet and libraries for the best quotes to write there.” That sexy little smile is back.
“Listen, about our first encounter…” I start, tucking a loose stray of my hair behind my ear and biting my lower lip.
Colin purses his lips, trying to suppress a bigger smile. He waits for me to continue.
I roll my eyes. “Go ahead, laugh,” I say in disdainful exasperation.
And so he does, throwing his head back. I can’t help but grin. He not only puts me at ease, but he also looks sexy as heck. I smack him on the arm.
“Okay, sorry.” He still chortles. “You have to admit, it was the best first encounter ever.”
“Not for me it wasn’t. It was humiliating.”
Colin tilts his head and looks at me from under half-closed lids. “You are gorgeous. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. But I get it—running into a stranger and only partially dressed in your office probably wasn’t making you feel great.”
“You’ve got that right.” I press my lips together. “Anyway…”
“Anyway, I dreamed about that bra you wore and what’s in it. More than once.” He chuckles.
My mouth drops open, and I can’t quite remember how to close it. When I finally figure out how to work my jaw muscles, he grins at me and puts the appletini glass in my hand. He raises his beer glass and says, “Come on, Natalie. You must have a better sense of humor than that.”
“If this was a sitcom, I would have dumped that drink into your lap.” I take a small sip.
“I bet you would, you devilishly-tempered woman.”
“Is that even a word?”
“Sure it is.” He shrugs. “You know… I have a feeling that you think I’m one of those scums that only want to get in your pants, and then walk away.”
“You don’t want to get in my pants?” I pretend to be astounded.
He looks at me for a very long silent moment, his lips gently curling up. He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. He kisses my knuckles! “I want to get to know you, Natalie Davenport, before I allow myself to propose anything as deliciously inappropriate.”
Hell on wheels! My heart goes boing-boing between my stomach and my throat. Ohmigod, I am so freakin’ stunned, that I momentarily forget about any of my men-related apprehensions.
And just like that I start to relax. Not completely, mind you, but enough to enjoy the evening. I really hope he isn’t a charming liar though. I resolve to be cautious and see where things are going before they go too far too fast. After all, he might not be a true bad boy, but an almost bad boy. And that can be potentially as dangerous.
Colin puts my hand down on the counter and covers it with his. Still looking in my eyes and smiling he says, “So
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