lock on her guard.
Rejected. A bruise to the ego. But, I’m not a quitter. “Hey. Whoa. Slow down. Who said anything about a date? I just asked if you wanted to do something. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I don’t do the dating thing either. So, calm down. Since it’s not a date, I’ll pick you up after work at your house. Is five thirty okay?”
She takes a long moment to ponder on whether she should go or not. Clearly, she’s relishing on seeing me suffer. “Fine. I’ll go. Where exactly will we be going?” She asks curiously.
“Don’t worry about it. Just dress casual. It’s not a date. No need for you to get all fancy for me. If you act right, maybe I’ll treat you to some tacos. There’s a restaurant I know that has a special…two tacos for a buck.”
“You’re not funny.” She pouts making her lips look even more luscious. I need to taste them.
Focus, asshole!
“I never claimed to be and I never said I wanted to take you on a date. Damn, woman…You just love jumping to conclusions. Sooooo can I have your number?” I ask with an evil grin on my face. “I need to contact you for our non-date. I can’t wait for all the non-hooking up we’ll be doing. I’m looking forward to it. Are you?”
“Yes.” She replies and gives me her winning smile that immediately makes me melt and gets me hard at the same time. How is that even possible?
The evening comes to an end and it’s another win for the Bay Area. Our group makes plans to meet up again on Saturday for the third game of the World Series. Reluctantly, I leave, but anxiously await the following day for my non-date with Nina.
Chapter 4 (Nina)
Non-Dates
“Oh. Hell. No! You are not wearing that stupid turd on your hair tonight. A sock bun? Seriously? What’s wrong with you? This is your chance to dust off the cobwebs you have down there.” Kade points towards my private area between my inner thighs with no consideration to personal boundaries. “What are you thinking?” He’s beyond appalled and is pacing back and forth in the living room.
“This isn’t a date. I’m wearing jeans and a fitted white long sleeve shirt. No makeup. And my bun. I’m not trying to impress anyone tonight.” I’m holding my ground. This is NOT a date.
Kade gives me an exasperated look. “You’re beautiful, but a quick lick wouldn’t hurt you any. I’m just sayin’. At least you had the decency to shower after a full day’s work.” Immediately, he begins to walk backwards with his hands raised, palms facing me claiming he doesn’t want to go to war.
I get distracted when my cellphone rings, Josh wants to come in. I deny his request. I gather my hooded sweatshirt, purse, and put on my vans.
Before I leave, Kade asks, “Cheesecake, have you waxed recently? I don’t want the poor guy to have to feel the cactuses you call legs or deal with a hairy beaver. Usually you let the hair reach a fur coat status by mid-December, but right now, I just don’t know about you.” Instantly, Kade takes off running as he sees me grab the remote. I throw it and strike the back of his head. Direct hit. Score!
I go downstairs to meet Josh. This isn’t a date. No need for formalities.
He’s waiting for me right by the stairs. “Hi.” We both say in unison.
He stares at me intently. “Since this isn’t a date, I won’t be telling you that your natural beauty is absolutely breathtaking. I will kindly ask that you don’t put any roofies inside my drinks tonight. If you want to take advantage of me, please do so while I’m not under the influence of any drugs.” Josh says matter-of-factly.
“Right. Got it. Thanks for clearing that up.” I reply in the same manner.
Josh picks me up in a black GMC pickup truck with a crew cab. He opens the door for me and gives me a hand getting inside since it’s pretty high. Right away, I notice the front is a bench seat, overall very spacious. Nice. His truck still has that new car scent and roars loudly as we
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