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turned, running into a man who looked vaguely familiar.
“Ms. Walker? I’ve been looking for you. I was wondering if you’d make it tonight.” He held out his hand, a broad smile on his face. “Bert Starr, the Chamber Board for Relations.”
“That’s right! I remember. I’m sorry. There are so many people here, names are starting to muddle together,” Misty explained her total blank-out of the man’s name.
“I wanted to ask you if you or your business partner would be interested in our charity auction next spring? We auction off eligible bachelors and bachelorettes for local charities.”
“Um…” Her mind raced through possible excuses. She didn’t want to do that at all. She wasn’t even sure she would go. “I can tell you for sure my partner wouldn’t be interested, as she’s not eligible,” she rushed to explain, still trying to think of an excuse for herself.
“Misty won’t be eligible, either. I’m sorry.” Chris’s grip on her elbow tightened as he steered her away from the man whose mouth suddenly gaped open. “What a stupid question to ask you. Does he not know anything about you? And you’re here with me. What a fucking baboon.” Chris was seething. His teeth ground together, and as Misty smiled up at him, she saw the tick in his temple.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.” The thin line of his lips curved up slightly but not much.
“So are you. How many cards do you have left?”
“I gave my last one to that couple who thought the Delta Forces had mics hidden under the tables.”
“Right. Then let’s get the hell out of here.” His voice was impatient, yet held an edge of anticipation, quaking her to the core.
Her nerves jumped into overdrive. Misty had managed to quell them while she’d been so distracted with the people here, but the vague butterflies morphed into bats in her tummy. She now felt like she was housing the Congress Avenue Bridge in her belly, where all the tourists came at sunset to watch the bats take flight for the evening. Yup. All two million bats were now residing in her stomach.
She felt like she might throw up.
“We need to go eat,” Chris mumbled as he led the way to his car. “I’m starved.”
Misty assented, even though she didn’t think she could eat a bite. Not sure exactly why she was so nervous, she followed his lead. She didn’t mind waiting a little while longer.
***
Chris took her to a pizza by the slice place. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was on the way home, and it was fast. And the pizza wasn’t bad, either. But Misty only picked at the toppings on her slice and didn’t eat much.
“Not hungry?” He finished off his crust before starting his second slice. They were huge; he didn’t think he could eat more than two.
She shrugged. “Not really.” Her voice was funny, and he noticed yet another side of her he hadn’t seen before. The many sides of Misty Walker fascinated him.
“Look at me, Misty,” he put a bossy note in his voice, and her eyes rose.
“Tonight will be special, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She smiled at him, but it wasn’t her normal full-on smile. Her bottom lip was turning white, trapped between worrying teeth. She was scared and he didn’t know why. Trying to allay her fears, he took another bite of his pizza and chewed, trying to decide which tactic to use.
“I used to look at your picture. A lot. When Crash wasn’t looking, I’d stare at it. He kept it near his bed. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.” He took another bite, but the texture of the pizza was more like greasy sawdust between his teeth, so he pushed the rest of it back as he chewed. “Staying with you this month has been amazing, and I can’t lie, I want you. Bad. But I don’t want anything you don’t want. So the ball is firmly in your court, Misty. I swear this isn’t just a casual fuck for me. Far from it.”
Not at all. In fact, as far as Chris was concerned, Misty was
“Ms. Walker? I’ve been looking for you. I was wondering if you’d make it tonight.” He held out his hand, a broad smile on his face. “Bert Starr, the Chamber Board for Relations.”
“That’s right! I remember. I’m sorry. There are so many people here, names are starting to muddle together,” Misty explained her total blank-out of the man’s name.
“I wanted to ask you if you or your business partner would be interested in our charity auction next spring? We auction off eligible bachelors and bachelorettes for local charities.”
“Um…” Her mind raced through possible excuses. She didn’t want to do that at all. She wasn’t even sure she would go. “I can tell you for sure my partner wouldn’t be interested, as she’s not eligible,” she rushed to explain, still trying to think of an excuse for herself.
“Misty won’t be eligible, either. I’m sorry.” Chris’s grip on her elbow tightened as he steered her away from the man whose mouth suddenly gaped open. “What a stupid question to ask you. Does he not know anything about you? And you’re here with me. What a fucking baboon.” Chris was seething. His teeth ground together, and as Misty smiled up at him, she saw the tick in his temple.
“You’re cute when you’re angry.” The thin line of his lips curved up slightly but not much.
“So are you. How many cards do you have left?”
“I gave my last one to that couple who thought the Delta Forces had mics hidden under the tables.”
“Right. Then let’s get the hell out of here.” His voice was impatient, yet held an edge of anticipation, quaking her to the core.
Her nerves jumped into overdrive. Misty had managed to quell them while she’d been so distracted with the people here, but the vague butterflies morphed into bats in her tummy. She now felt like she was housing the Congress Avenue Bridge in her belly, where all the tourists came at sunset to watch the bats take flight for the evening. Yup. All two million bats were now residing in her stomach.
She felt like she might throw up.
“We need to go eat,” Chris mumbled as he led the way to his car. “I’m starved.”
Misty assented, even though she didn’t think she could eat a bite. Not sure exactly why she was so nervous, she followed his lead. She didn’t mind waiting a little while longer.
***
Chris took her to a pizza by the slice place. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was on the way home, and it was fast. And the pizza wasn’t bad, either. But Misty only picked at the toppings on her slice and didn’t eat much.
“Not hungry?” He finished off his crust before starting his second slice. They were huge; he didn’t think he could eat more than two.
She shrugged. “Not really.” Her voice was funny, and he noticed yet another side of her he hadn’t seen before. The many sides of Misty Walker fascinated him.
“Look at me, Misty,” he put a bossy note in his voice, and her eyes rose.
“Tonight will be special, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She smiled at him, but it wasn’t her normal full-on smile. Her bottom lip was turning white, trapped between worrying teeth. She was scared and he didn’t know why. Trying to allay her fears, he took another bite of his pizza and chewed, trying to decide which tactic to use.
“I used to look at your picture. A lot. When Crash wasn’t looking, I’d stare at it. He kept it near his bed. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.” He took another bite, but the texture of the pizza was more like greasy sawdust between his teeth, so he pushed the rest of it back as he chewed. “Staying with you this month has been amazing, and I can’t lie, I want you. Bad. But I don’t want anything you don’t want. So the ball is firmly in your court, Misty. I swear this isn’t just a casual fuck for me. Far from it.”
Not at all. In fact, as far as Chris was concerned, Misty was
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