“Oh, well, you were good at it,” I tease.
She hits me playfully on the chest. The tension in her body easing a bit. “You know what I mean.”
“Oh, you mean you’ve never forced yourself on some unsuspecting bartender at a nightclub before?”
“Yes. That.” She wrings her hands together nervously. “Anyway, so, I just wanted to tell you that, so you didn’t think I’m some crazy nympho or something.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Good, okay then.” She smiles. I smile back, and then there’s an awkward silence. She’s still wringing her hands together like a maniac. “I don’t know if you have plans, but my apartment is a short cab ride away.”Oh?“And I thought maybe... you might want to...”
“Talk?” I throw it out there.
“We can start with talking.” She blinks flirtatiously.
I gotta admit, this shy girl/gutsy girl thing she’s got going is totally turning me the fuck on.
I grin, even though I’m at odds. There’s really only one person I want to “talk” to, but she’s gone, and my hormones keep reminding me of that.
Now that they’ve decided to wake up, they’re suddenly insomniacs.
“So, let’s gotalk.”I put my arm around her and turn toward the street. “What’s your name?” I ask as I stick my free hand out to hail a cab.
“Alyssa.” She glances up at me.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ryan.”
We catch a cab rather quickly, and just before we get inside I hear a whistle from across the street. I look up and see Mac standing around with a bunch of guys I don’t know. He’s grinning like an idiot.
“Good first night?” he yells.
“I’ll let you know as soon as it’s over,” I yell back, and then slide into the cab with Alyssa. The ballsy/brazen/bashful brunette.