been, Seth?”
“Busy.”
“Did you win your game? What were you playing?”
“Soccer and I always win.”
“What a smug man.”
“I’m leaving with the ‘finest woman that guy has ever seen.’ I have a right to be smug.”
Another brave man full of liquor approached me. “What’s your name?”
“Laura.”
“Laura, can I take you to breakfast after your shift?”
“No, I have a date. Sorry.”
“With that dyke? I know you’re not gay, I know your brother.
“I don’t do breakfast with idiots who say dyke, and Dave has no idea what I’m into. You can fuck off now.”
“Bitch.”
I called after him leaning close to Seth. “That’s mad bitch!”
I laughed and poured Seth and me some shots.
“How often do you get hit on?”
I raised my brows as a reply.
“That often, huh?”
“I haven’t been on a date since Sunday. I’m kind of holding out for this guy who doesn’t put out on the first date.”
“Poor girl, you have been mistreated. Let me make it up to you?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what did you like so much about that guy?”
I leaned into him and faked a whisper and caught his lips. He stood up quickly off of his bar stool and took my head in his hands and kissed me thoroughly. The warmth quickly spread from my mouth to my toes and I was ready for him.
I heard Gary make a smart ass comment behind me and quickly left Seth’s lips. I told Gary he was my new guy, but it didn’t sit well. Oh well, it was worth it. Seth seemed to think so too as he eyed me from his seat. I got my ass straight back to work and when the lights came up, ruining the vibe as usual, Seth caught my attention.
“This is my address, it’s off Park Lane. Do you know where it is?”
“Yeah, I do actually. A friend of Dave’s lives on your street.”
“Good, will you come over when you get off?”
“Sure.”
“See you in a bit.” He threw down thirty bucks on the bar—three times the amount of his tab—and walked out.
I. Like. Seth.
*****
I pulled up to his house in shock. His was the only car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been too surprised, Dave lived alone and he was a DJ. But this wasn’t Dave’s house, far from it. The large white two-story looked like an older home and was complemented by large white columns common on the most southern of homes. The front was perfectly manicured and there was actual furniture on the two porches that wrapped around the length of both the bottom and top stories. There were nicely arranged plants and a huge topiary next to the front door. Now I was really intimidated. He was only twenty-three? I almost turned around. If I hadn’t of seen his car in the drive I would have. This was a little much for me. He opened the front door as if he was sensing I was about to take flight. He had two beers in his hands and sat on the front porch. It was dark and he didn’t bother to turn the light on. He waited patiently for me to get out and approach him.
“Nice mansion.”
“Are we back to that again?”
“Seriously, you earned all this? You’re not a trust fund baby?
“Yes and no. I’m not a trust fund baby, I’m smart with my money.”
“One day you are going to have to tell me your secret.”
“I already did, hard work.”
“If you say so,” my voice dripped with skepticism as I took the beer he offered and sat next to him. I was suddenly excited about why I was there. Seth.
“So, if you could do anything in the world right now, what would it be? Don’t think, just talk.”
“Bath. Hot.”
“Done. Anything else?”
“Food. Hot.”
“Done. What else?”
“You.”
“Baby, don’t push me tonight. I’m all out of patience when it comes to you.”
“So you missed me?”
“A lot.”
We finished our beer and he grabbed my hand as he led me into his huge house. It was nicely furnished, but you could definitely tell this was a man’s place. It was completely cloaked in black and silver and three
“Busy.”
“Did you win your game? What were you playing?”
“Soccer and I always win.”
“What a smug man.”
“I’m leaving with the ‘finest woman that guy has ever seen.’ I have a right to be smug.”
Another brave man full of liquor approached me. “What’s your name?”
“Laura.”
“Laura, can I take you to breakfast after your shift?”
“No, I have a date. Sorry.”
“With that dyke? I know you’re not gay, I know your brother.
“I don’t do breakfast with idiots who say dyke, and Dave has no idea what I’m into. You can fuck off now.”
“Bitch.”
I called after him leaning close to Seth. “That’s mad bitch!”
I laughed and poured Seth and me some shots.
“How often do you get hit on?”
I raised my brows as a reply.
“That often, huh?”
“I haven’t been on a date since Sunday. I’m kind of holding out for this guy who doesn’t put out on the first date.”
“Poor girl, you have been mistreated. Let me make it up to you?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, what did you like so much about that guy?”
I leaned into him and faked a whisper and caught his lips. He stood up quickly off of his bar stool and took my head in his hands and kissed me thoroughly. The warmth quickly spread from my mouth to my toes and I was ready for him.
I heard Gary make a smart ass comment behind me and quickly left Seth’s lips. I told Gary he was my new guy, but it didn’t sit well. Oh well, it was worth it. Seth seemed to think so too as he eyed me from his seat. I got my ass straight back to work and when the lights came up, ruining the vibe as usual, Seth caught my attention.
“This is my address, it’s off Park Lane. Do you know where it is?”
“Yeah, I do actually. A friend of Dave’s lives on your street.”
“Good, will you come over when you get off?”
“Sure.”
“See you in a bit.” He threw down thirty bucks on the bar—three times the amount of his tab—and walked out.
I. Like. Seth.
*****
I pulled up to his house in shock. His was the only car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been too surprised, Dave lived alone and he was a DJ. But this wasn’t Dave’s house, far from it. The large white two-story looked like an older home and was complemented by large white columns common on the most southern of homes. The front was perfectly manicured and there was actual furniture on the two porches that wrapped around the length of both the bottom and top stories. There were nicely arranged plants and a huge topiary next to the front door. Now I was really intimidated. He was only twenty-three? I almost turned around. If I hadn’t of seen his car in the drive I would have. This was a little much for me. He opened the front door as if he was sensing I was about to take flight. He had two beers in his hands and sat on the front porch. It was dark and he didn’t bother to turn the light on. He waited patiently for me to get out and approach him.
“Nice mansion.”
“Are we back to that again?”
“Seriously, you earned all this? You’re not a trust fund baby?
“Yes and no. I’m not a trust fund baby, I’m smart with my money.”
“One day you are going to have to tell me your secret.”
“I already did, hard work.”
“If you say so,” my voice dripped with skepticism as I took the beer he offered and sat next to him. I was suddenly excited about why I was there. Seth.
“So, if you could do anything in the world right now, what would it be? Don’t think, just talk.”
“Bath. Hot.”
“Done. Anything else?”
“Food. Hot.”
“Done. What else?”
“You.”
“Baby, don’t push me tonight. I’m all out of patience when it comes to you.”
“So you missed me?”
“A lot.”
We finished our beer and he grabbed my hand as he led me into his huge house. It was nicely furnished, but you could definitely tell this was a man’s place. It was completely cloaked in black and silver and three
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