convinced to start reading romance books.
Just as I ordered my second beer, Clarissa joined us. Slamming her purse on the bar, she turned towards me. Her eyes flashed with anger and she had a face like thunder when she announced, “I’m ready for that drink now.”
*****
Clarissa was drunk. Drunk and adorably amusing.
After she came back, fiercely agitated and ready for a drink, I watched as she downed a shot of tequila and followed it up with a rum and coke, which turned into two—then three. I considered cutting her off like I had promised. Problem was I was enjoying her witty banter and the fact that she was very talkative under the influence.
I now knew she was an only child. Her father died of cancer when she was in high school. She lived with her grandmother while she attended college. She has a degree in cyber security and is a security consultant on both government and corporate contracts.
Her favorite color—green.
Her favorite band—Bruce Springsteen (good choice).
Her favorite book— Pride and Prejudice .
Her favorite food—Reuben sandwiches.
She has a cat named Trixie that she considered her baby. Proving that point, she called her answering machine—yes, she still had an answering machine—and made kissing noises to her cat over the phone. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
I was so caught up in every detail she was giving me about herself that I wasn’t even sure when Cassandra left our table.
“So tell me about Ben.” She swayed a bit in her chair before laughing. Definitely going to have to cut her off soon.
“There isn’t much to tell.” I lifted my shoulder in a shrug, unsure what she wanted me to say.
“What do you do for fun?” With her elbow on the table and her head in her hand, she leaned forward in interest.
“I like to play sports, I hike, and I like to fish.”
“I’ve always wanted to go hiking,” she said wistfully.
“So why don’t you?”
“Because I’m kind of adverse to exercise.” She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out in disgust.
“Why?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Because you get all sweaty and tired. It’s gross.”
Images of wearing her out, our sweat slickened bodies moving against each other flashed in my head. I leaned forward and gave her a wolfish grin. “Nothing wrong with releasing some energy and getting a little sweaty. I could show you a few ways that you’re guaranteed to enjoy.”
She swallowed hard and stared at my mouth with a heated look in her eyes. “I guess there isn’t.”
Knowing I needed to reel my flirting in a bit, I sat back in my chair but the knowing smile never left my face. Just because I told her we’d be friends, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to show her exactly what she was missing.
Still flustered, it took Rissa a minute to compose herself before she wisely changed the subject.
Sometime during drink number five, Rissa became very tactile. Everything she said was punctuated with a touch, a slap, or a slight caress on some part of my body. She flirted freely—twirling her hair and crossing her legs so that her foot brushed my leg.
I was proud of myself for not outwardly reacting to this change in her composure even though I wanted to... Boy did I want to. Instead, I remained aloof yet interested. I kept my hands to myself and tried to keep some distance between us.
It wasn’t until I discovered why I had a drunk Rissa on my hands that I lost my self-control. Don’t hate me though because any man would have with the things she said.
Turned out the phone call she got earlier in the night was from her loser ex-boyfriend Scott. He was begging her for forgiveness, wanting another chance with her.
“This time it will be different. Blah, blah, blah,” she said with dramatic flips of her hands as she talked. “I told him sooooooo many times that nothing was ever going to happen as long as his wife was still his wife. So dumb. Right?”
“Rissa, babe. He’s an idiot. I
Just as I ordered my second beer, Clarissa joined us. Slamming her purse on the bar, she turned towards me. Her eyes flashed with anger and she had a face like thunder when she announced, “I’m ready for that drink now.”
*****
Clarissa was drunk. Drunk and adorably amusing.
After she came back, fiercely agitated and ready for a drink, I watched as she downed a shot of tequila and followed it up with a rum and coke, which turned into two—then three. I considered cutting her off like I had promised. Problem was I was enjoying her witty banter and the fact that she was very talkative under the influence.
I now knew she was an only child. Her father died of cancer when she was in high school. She lived with her grandmother while she attended college. She has a degree in cyber security and is a security consultant on both government and corporate contracts.
Her favorite color—green.
Her favorite band—Bruce Springsteen (good choice).
Her favorite book— Pride and Prejudice .
Her favorite food—Reuben sandwiches.
She has a cat named Trixie that she considered her baby. Proving that point, she called her answering machine—yes, she still had an answering machine—and made kissing noises to her cat over the phone. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
I was so caught up in every detail she was giving me about herself that I wasn’t even sure when Cassandra left our table.
“So tell me about Ben.” She swayed a bit in her chair before laughing. Definitely going to have to cut her off soon.
“There isn’t much to tell.” I lifted my shoulder in a shrug, unsure what she wanted me to say.
“What do you do for fun?” With her elbow on the table and her head in her hand, she leaned forward in interest.
“I like to play sports, I hike, and I like to fish.”
“I’ve always wanted to go hiking,” she said wistfully.
“So why don’t you?”
“Because I’m kind of adverse to exercise.” She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out in disgust.
“Why?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Because you get all sweaty and tired. It’s gross.”
Images of wearing her out, our sweat slickened bodies moving against each other flashed in my head. I leaned forward and gave her a wolfish grin. “Nothing wrong with releasing some energy and getting a little sweaty. I could show you a few ways that you’re guaranteed to enjoy.”
She swallowed hard and stared at my mouth with a heated look in her eyes. “I guess there isn’t.”
Knowing I needed to reel my flirting in a bit, I sat back in my chair but the knowing smile never left my face. Just because I told her we’d be friends, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to show her exactly what she was missing.
Still flustered, it took Rissa a minute to compose herself before she wisely changed the subject.
Sometime during drink number five, Rissa became very tactile. Everything she said was punctuated with a touch, a slap, or a slight caress on some part of my body. She flirted freely—twirling her hair and crossing her legs so that her foot brushed my leg.
I was proud of myself for not outwardly reacting to this change in her composure even though I wanted to... Boy did I want to. Instead, I remained aloof yet interested. I kept my hands to myself and tried to keep some distance between us.
It wasn’t until I discovered why I had a drunk Rissa on my hands that I lost my self-control. Don’t hate me though because any man would have with the things she said.
Turned out the phone call she got earlier in the night was from her loser ex-boyfriend Scott. He was begging her for forgiveness, wanting another chance with her.
“This time it will be different. Blah, blah, blah,” she said with dramatic flips of her hands as she talked. “I told him sooooooo many times that nothing was ever going to happen as long as his wife was still his wife. So dumb. Right?”
“Rissa, babe. He’s an idiot. I
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