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local bar and grill not far from the bakery. After being shown to a table outside on the patio she announced that she had to use the restroom. Then she took off back inside the establishment, leaving him and three other men at another table to watch her walk away.
When the men looked back at him and he caught the look of envy on their faces he enjoyed the idea that people would actually think someone like her would go for an old man like him. Forty three wasn’t old unless more than two decades of it was spent seeing and experiencing things normal people never faced their entire lives.
When the waitress came out to ask about drinks he ordered himself a beer and having no idea what Amy would want, ordered her an iced tea. Unsweetened since she was sweet enough without adding more sugar.
Within minutes Amy returned and he stood to pull out a chair for her across from him but she was too quick and simply plopped down in the seat right next to him. He couldn’t remember feeling this awkward around another person in a very long time and it was starting to irritate the piss out of him. He was relieved when the silence between them was broken by the return of the waitress who sat their drinks down and informed them she would return shortly to take their orders.
Grabbing his beer, Amy took a big swig of it, closing her eyes as though savoring it. Against his morals, better judgment and the normal tight control he held over himself, he felt his lower body react to the sight of her immense enjoyment of the beverage. He had thought that part of him was rendered useless from some of the things he’d witnessed in the past couple of decades. Obviously that was not the case and he found himself just staring at her.
Upon noticing his gaze, she said, “Thanks… I needed this after today. Tomorrow’s going to be even worse, I’m afraid.”
Turning in his seat, he signaled the waitress to bring him another beer, since Amy had taken his. Then he spun back around to face her only to find her twisted around in her seat talking to a man sitting directly behind her. The beautiful smile on her face brought out yet another unfamiliar feeling in him… jealousy . It was ridiculous and just a quick shot of the emotion but he recognized it for what it was.
He was stunned at the sheer amount of reactions the woman had managed to bring out in him over the course of one day. He felt like one of those old toy dolls that would talk if one pulled the string on its back. In his case, whenever Amy yanked his chain he often erupted with varying emotions in unpredictable degrees of intensity.
“Ms. Carlton, it’s typically polite to entertain your current dinner companion rather than looking for the next one,” he said after finding himself unable to control the green monster within.
Then he wished with everything in him that he could take his comment back or that she would somehow miraculously not have heard it. The man she was talking to simply burnt him a dirty look but after sizing Rusty up made the correct decision to keep his mouth shut.
By Rusty’s own standards, he deserved to be called out for his behavior toward her but he was wound pretty tight at the moment and the man must have figured that out. Amy just smiled at the man again and said her goodbye before turning back to face Rusty.
He waited for her to rip into him about being rude, irrational or just plain mean.
Instead she again left him flabbergasted when she leaned in close to him with her sultry smile and quietly said, “So is this like a date to you then, Rusty?”
The smell of her perfume mixed with… sugar … made the blood in his veins heat to the point that he wanted to reach across the table and pull her smart mouth over to him and kiss her breathless. When her gaze lowered to his mouth as though daring him to, a shot of animalistic aggression rushed through his body forcing him to move back from her or do something they would both regret.
Again he was rescued by
When the men looked back at him and he caught the look of envy on their faces he enjoyed the idea that people would actually think someone like her would go for an old man like him. Forty three wasn’t old unless more than two decades of it was spent seeing and experiencing things normal people never faced their entire lives.
When the waitress came out to ask about drinks he ordered himself a beer and having no idea what Amy would want, ordered her an iced tea. Unsweetened since she was sweet enough without adding more sugar.
Within minutes Amy returned and he stood to pull out a chair for her across from him but she was too quick and simply plopped down in the seat right next to him. He couldn’t remember feeling this awkward around another person in a very long time and it was starting to irritate the piss out of him. He was relieved when the silence between them was broken by the return of the waitress who sat their drinks down and informed them she would return shortly to take their orders.
Grabbing his beer, Amy took a big swig of it, closing her eyes as though savoring it. Against his morals, better judgment and the normal tight control he held over himself, he felt his lower body react to the sight of her immense enjoyment of the beverage. He had thought that part of him was rendered useless from some of the things he’d witnessed in the past couple of decades. Obviously that was not the case and he found himself just staring at her.
Upon noticing his gaze, she said, “Thanks… I needed this after today. Tomorrow’s going to be even worse, I’m afraid.”
Turning in his seat, he signaled the waitress to bring him another beer, since Amy had taken his. Then he spun back around to face her only to find her twisted around in her seat talking to a man sitting directly behind her. The beautiful smile on her face brought out yet another unfamiliar feeling in him… jealousy . It was ridiculous and just a quick shot of the emotion but he recognized it for what it was.
He was stunned at the sheer amount of reactions the woman had managed to bring out in him over the course of one day. He felt like one of those old toy dolls that would talk if one pulled the string on its back. In his case, whenever Amy yanked his chain he often erupted with varying emotions in unpredictable degrees of intensity.
“Ms. Carlton, it’s typically polite to entertain your current dinner companion rather than looking for the next one,” he said after finding himself unable to control the green monster within.
Then he wished with everything in him that he could take his comment back or that she would somehow miraculously not have heard it. The man she was talking to simply burnt him a dirty look but after sizing Rusty up made the correct decision to keep his mouth shut.
By Rusty’s own standards, he deserved to be called out for his behavior toward her but he was wound pretty tight at the moment and the man must have figured that out. Amy just smiled at the man again and said her goodbye before turning back to face Rusty.
He waited for her to rip into him about being rude, irrational or just plain mean.
Instead she again left him flabbergasted when she leaned in close to him with her sultry smile and quietly said, “So is this like a date to you then, Rusty?”
The smell of her perfume mixed with… sugar … made the blood in his veins heat to the point that he wanted to reach across the table and pull her smart mouth over to him and kiss her breathless. When her gaze lowered to his mouth as though daring him to, a shot of animalistic aggression rushed through his body forcing him to move back from her or do something they would both regret.
Again he was rescued by
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