them. Everybody was smiling and cuddling these kids and my supervisor, with her ‘I-want-to-eat-you-and-the-kids’ face, went crazy.
“Before she fired me…”
“She fired you?” Sadie asked, shocked.
“Yes. She was a terrible somebody. I also think she was a little jealous because she knew I’d recently broken my leg, and that’s why the Ravens let me go, but I had what she considered ‘plenty of money’. She just hated me,” Moe said, with a bright, even-toothed smile. “She knew I didn’t need the job.”
Sadie shook her head, staring at Moe. He stood 6'2" tall. He still maintained the athletic build of a professional ball player. He was well groomed and neat at all times. Sadie had dated him on numerous occasions since their original date as early as April 2013. And he’d NEVER once attempted to have sex with her. He’d also become one of her regulars.
“I don’t wish to cut an evening short Moe, but I’m so tired. Could we get a suite and relax? Please,” she said, placing her hand on top of his.
Moe glanced around the restaurant with the gleeful eyes of a kid on a field trip. His hand had flinched upon Sadie’s touch. He broke into a wide grin, stretching his goatee.
“Uh, sure. Sure we can.”
“I don’t bite, Moe,” she said, batting her lashes. But I do want to eat you , she thought devilishly.
“You know, you’ve got this Elizabeth Taylor/Pam Grier thing going on,” he said, moving his body like a ghost for emphasis. “Were you ever a model or an actress?”
Sadie grabbed his hand after he’d written the check and began leading him away from the table. “No, I haven’t. But thanks for the compliment. I don’t think I’m attractive enough or talented enough for either job.”
“I disagree. You’ve got most of those starving little women beat, hands down. Why are they so skinny and bony?” he asked, heading out of the restaurant.
***
Sadie sat on the sofa, her heels removed from her feet, her upper body pressed beneath Moe’s arm while watching ‘The Romantics’.
“I’m not sure you’re aware of who or what you really are, Sadie,” he said in a soft tone. “You’re intelligent, independent, in a world used to being run by men, and you’re beautiful.”
Sadie pressed herself further into him. “What do you mean, ‘I don’t know who I real am?’” she asked, furious that he hadn’t attempted to make a move on her yet, in months.
“I mean, outside of all the pre-thought-out movements or comments, outside the brand name clothing, the stereotypes and stuff. Have you ever thought of throwing all that stuff on the floor, letting your hair down?! Forgetting what people have to say about your actions or opinions. Forgetting the makeup and material things. Just throwing all that on the floor and really being you? That’s what I mean,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “I bet THAT ‘you’ makes the ‘you’ I’m used to seeing look like a two on the scale of 1-10.”
Sadie moved away from him, giving him an indignant look. “Are you saying I’m a-”
“Get up Sadie. Stand up and jump up and down on the sofa.”
“N… no,” she said.
Moe took off his shoes and began jumping up and down on the sofa with a bright smile quickly becoming cheerful laughter.
“Why can’t you be you, Sadie? What are you afraid of? Your hair might get messed up? You might not look perfect? Someone might see you? Throw all that stuff on the floor Sadie. Enjoy being you. Let go of that stuff that makes you afraid to let your hair down and have fun. I played a game for a living and I made millions. I’m single because I refuse to play games when it comes to my life. Come on Sadie. No one’s watching. Jump up and down on the sofa
“Before she fired me…”
“She fired you?” Sadie asked, shocked.
“Yes. She was a terrible somebody. I also think she was a little jealous because she knew I’d recently broken my leg, and that’s why the Ravens let me go, but I had what she considered ‘plenty of money’. She just hated me,” Moe said, with a bright, even-toothed smile. “She knew I didn’t need the job.”
Sadie shook her head, staring at Moe. He stood 6'2" tall. He still maintained the athletic build of a professional ball player. He was well groomed and neat at all times. Sadie had dated him on numerous occasions since their original date as early as April 2013. And he’d NEVER once attempted to have sex with her. He’d also become one of her regulars.
“I don’t wish to cut an evening short Moe, but I’m so tired. Could we get a suite and relax? Please,” she said, placing her hand on top of his.
Moe glanced around the restaurant with the gleeful eyes of a kid on a field trip. His hand had flinched upon Sadie’s touch. He broke into a wide grin, stretching his goatee.
“Uh, sure. Sure we can.”
“I don’t bite, Moe,” she said, batting her lashes. But I do want to eat you , she thought devilishly.
“You know, you’ve got this Elizabeth Taylor/Pam Grier thing going on,” he said, moving his body like a ghost for emphasis. “Were you ever a model or an actress?”
Sadie grabbed his hand after he’d written the check and began leading him away from the table. “No, I haven’t. But thanks for the compliment. I don’t think I’m attractive enough or talented enough for either job.”
“I disagree. You’ve got most of those starving little women beat, hands down. Why are they so skinny and bony?” he asked, heading out of the restaurant.
***
Sadie sat on the sofa, her heels removed from her feet, her upper body pressed beneath Moe’s arm while watching ‘The Romantics’.
“I’m not sure you’re aware of who or what you really are, Sadie,” he said in a soft tone. “You’re intelligent, independent, in a world used to being run by men, and you’re beautiful.”
Sadie pressed herself further into him. “What do you mean, ‘I don’t know who I real am?’” she asked, furious that he hadn’t attempted to make a move on her yet, in months.
“I mean, outside of all the pre-thought-out movements or comments, outside the brand name clothing, the stereotypes and stuff. Have you ever thought of throwing all that stuff on the floor, letting your hair down?! Forgetting what people have to say about your actions or opinions. Forgetting the makeup and material things. Just throwing all that on the floor and really being you? That’s what I mean,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “I bet THAT ‘you’ makes the ‘you’ I’m used to seeing look like a two on the scale of 1-10.”
Sadie moved away from him, giving him an indignant look. “Are you saying I’m a-”
“Get up Sadie. Stand up and jump up and down on the sofa.”
“N… no,” she said.
Moe took off his shoes and began jumping up and down on the sofa with a bright smile quickly becoming cheerful laughter.
“Why can’t you be you, Sadie? What are you afraid of? Your hair might get messed up? You might not look perfect? Someone might see you? Throw all that stuff on the floor Sadie. Enjoy being you. Let go of that stuff that makes you afraid to let your hair down and have fun. I played a game for a living and I made millions. I’m single because I refuse to play games when it comes to my life. Come on Sadie. No one’s watching. Jump up and down on the sofa
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