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grin on his face, so I’m sure his mind is just swimming with ideas as to what my order could mean. The bartender quickly brings our drinks back, and as I take my first sip I hear, “So it’s gonna be that kind of a date, huh?”
I look up as he takes a sip of his drink, and I can see that he is still holding onto that grin, even though my view is now obstructed by his glass.
“Bash, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just happen to enjoy slow gin and orange juice, and that combination just happens to be called a slow screw,” I say in a coy tone.
“Ok I see how you are.” he replies, taking another sip of his drink
“A bartender?” I offer with a smile.
The evening is going as planned, so far. We have a few more drinks and continue to flirt with each other, both subtly and shamelessly. When we finally decide to order some food, he asks if I would like dinner, but I suggest that we stick with appetizers as we had previously agreed, mostly to take advantage of happy hour prices. We decide to order coconut chicken fingers, and of course I eat mine slowly, taking little bites. I try to be a sexy as one can be while eating something that has been deep-fried.
As the evening comes to an end, the bartender asks if we are interested in dessert. Bash looks at me expectantly, as if he is waiting on me to decide. I grab the dessert menu and see something called Sinful Seven. The menu describes it as:
Seven layers of Sin are waiting for you to devour them. This is the chocolate lover’s dream dessert. It begins with a bottom layer of chocolate graham cracker crust, followed by a thin layer of a moist devil’s food cake, topped with a thin layer of white chocolate-infused cream cheese frosting, but we are not done yet. Next comes a rich milk chocolate mousse, followed by a white chocolate mousse to tickle your taste buds. Finally, we finish it off with whipped cream, garnished with a chocolate-covered cherry.
“I could go for a Sinful Seven, but only if you will share it with me.” I say to Bash as I look up from the menu.
“I think I would enjoy being sinful with you”, he responds seductively. Bash flashes me a look that I haven’t seen yet, but its meaning is abundantly clear.
I look back at the bartender and say, “One Sinful Seven, please. To go!”
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, WE ARE at my apartment’s door. Bash comes up to my apartment with me and is patiently waiting as I unlock my door. I feel like a schoolgirl about to lose her virginity, and I have a hard time finding the keyhole. Bash finally has to take my hand and he calmly helps me unlock the door. The touch of his hand on mine makes me want to melt right then and there.
I open the door and flip on the lights, but nothing happens. Shit. The fuse must have blown again. This was not part of my plan . The maintenance man was supposed to fix the problem a few months ago, but clearly hasn’t gotten around to it yet. I start to grab my phone to call him, but then an idea flashes in my mind. Hey, let’s run with this. Everything happens for a reason, right? I look back at Bash and see him smiling.
“I did not plan this, I swear. The fuses blow out sometimes.” I smile and hope he believes me.
“No problem, where is your fuse box?” he asks while handing me the small Styrofoam box filled with our Sinful Seven dessert.
“It’s over in the closet, but you don’t have to worry about it. It’s kind of a pain in the ass. I can deal with it in the morning. I have some candles we can light for now.” I say with a cute little smile.
Bash just looks back at me and smiles. I’m pretty sure he knows where this is going, and since he followed me up here, I’m also pretty sure he is prepared for what will be coming this time, cause if he isn’t, there will be a mad dash to the store because in all of my planning I fucking forgot to pick up condoms.
I grab the little flashlight hanging from my keychain and click it on so I can see my way
I look up as he takes a sip of his drink, and I can see that he is still holding onto that grin, even though my view is now obstructed by his glass.
“Bash, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just happen to enjoy slow gin and orange juice, and that combination just happens to be called a slow screw,” I say in a coy tone.
“Ok I see how you are.” he replies, taking another sip of his drink
“A bartender?” I offer with a smile.
The evening is going as planned, so far. We have a few more drinks and continue to flirt with each other, both subtly and shamelessly. When we finally decide to order some food, he asks if I would like dinner, but I suggest that we stick with appetizers as we had previously agreed, mostly to take advantage of happy hour prices. We decide to order coconut chicken fingers, and of course I eat mine slowly, taking little bites. I try to be a sexy as one can be while eating something that has been deep-fried.
As the evening comes to an end, the bartender asks if we are interested in dessert. Bash looks at me expectantly, as if he is waiting on me to decide. I grab the dessert menu and see something called Sinful Seven. The menu describes it as:
Seven layers of Sin are waiting for you to devour them. This is the chocolate lover’s dream dessert. It begins with a bottom layer of chocolate graham cracker crust, followed by a thin layer of a moist devil’s food cake, topped with a thin layer of white chocolate-infused cream cheese frosting, but we are not done yet. Next comes a rich milk chocolate mousse, followed by a white chocolate mousse to tickle your taste buds. Finally, we finish it off with whipped cream, garnished with a chocolate-covered cherry.
“I could go for a Sinful Seven, but only if you will share it with me.” I say to Bash as I look up from the menu.
“I think I would enjoy being sinful with you”, he responds seductively. Bash flashes me a look that I haven’t seen yet, but its meaning is abundantly clear.
I look back at the bartender and say, “One Sinful Seven, please. To go!”
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, WE ARE at my apartment’s door. Bash comes up to my apartment with me and is patiently waiting as I unlock my door. I feel like a schoolgirl about to lose her virginity, and I have a hard time finding the keyhole. Bash finally has to take my hand and he calmly helps me unlock the door. The touch of his hand on mine makes me want to melt right then and there.
I open the door and flip on the lights, but nothing happens. Shit. The fuse must have blown again. This was not part of my plan . The maintenance man was supposed to fix the problem a few months ago, but clearly hasn’t gotten around to it yet. I start to grab my phone to call him, but then an idea flashes in my mind. Hey, let’s run with this. Everything happens for a reason, right? I look back at Bash and see him smiling.
“I did not plan this, I swear. The fuses blow out sometimes.” I smile and hope he believes me.
“No problem, where is your fuse box?” he asks while handing me the small Styrofoam box filled with our Sinful Seven dessert.
“It’s over in the closet, but you don’t have to worry about it. It’s kind of a pain in the ass. I can deal with it in the morning. I have some candles we can light for now.” I say with a cute little smile.
Bash just looks back at me and smiles. I’m pretty sure he knows where this is going, and since he followed me up here, I’m also pretty sure he is prepared for what will be coming this time, cause if he isn’t, there will be a mad dash to the store because in all of my planning I fucking forgot to pick up condoms.
I grab the little flashlight hanging from my keychain and click it on so I can see my way
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