missed you.”
“Okay, if I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We’ll see,” Katey said, and again the cheeky smile.
At five-fifty that evening, I decided it was time to go for that drink.
The front bar of the pub was crowded with tradies and noisy, so I decided on the lounge. If I thought I would be drinking alone, I would have pulled up a stool and sat at the bar because there was ample room unoccupied. Certain that I wouldn’t be, I ordered a beer, and found a table in a quiet corner.
Ten minutes later, Katey walked in, looked in my direction, and came toward me.
Wow! This wasn’t the image one would conjure up about a librarian. She was hot . She had on a white mini and a white lace, partially see-through top. When I had seen her in the library, I was sure she had nice legs. The mini proved me right. It left nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing, to my imagination.
For a country girl, she had an amazing bronze tan. Whether it was artificial or real, it defied detection, and showed off her white outfit to perfection.
Katey stopped in front of my table, and I’m sure she wanted me to ogle her, which I did, and she seemed to enjoy it.
“Wow!” was all I could say, and suddenly remembering my manners, jumped to my feet, almost knocking over my half-empty beer.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said as I pulled out a chair and dusted it with my handkerchief.
“Please do. You look amazing.”
“Thank you, and such a gentleman to clean my chair.”
“I didn’t want you to get dirty. Your dress, I mean.”
Katey giggled. “I’m glad we’ve got that sorted.”
“You must’ve got hungry,” I said and chuckled.
“Not as hungry as I am thirsty.”
Oh my Gawd. What’s this woman doing to me? First, I forget my manners, then forget to ask her if she’d like a drink.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll have the same as you.”
“I drink Tooheys New.”
“That’s fine, so do I.”
“Ha, a woman after my own heart, that’ll win you brownie points.”
“I hope so,” Katey said and gave me that cheeky smile again.
Shut your mouth, man. Your foot’s hanging out, I thought, as I walked to the bar to order drinks.
I had no idea what was wrong with me that night. I’m usually confident and composed in the company of a beautiful woman, but tonight Katey had me rattled. I was more like a teenager with his first girlfriend. I made a mental note not to judge people by their occupations. Librarians, I thought, were more retiring and possibly even prudish. How wrong was I with Katey?
I stayed a few seconds longer than normal at the bar, and took a couple of deep breaths, to steady myself. I looked up and saw the bar attendant watching me, and I’m sure he knew what I was thinking by the envious look on his face.
“Are we doing a book launch here, like last time?” Katey asked, when I got back to the table with the drinks.
“No. I’ve just finished one and submitted it, but they won’t publish it for a month or so, yet. I’m just on a break.”
“So, what brings you all the way out here, may I ask?”
“Ask all you want. I have no secrets to hide, and the answer to your question is, I enjoyed myself here last time, and the people and the surroundings were so congenial. Besides, I was hoping to catch up with Jenny again.”
“Oh, yes, your ex from the past.”
“I wouldn’t really say she was an ex, but we did shack up for about a month, and that was way back. I was only a struggling journalist in those days.”
“That wasn’t long. What happened…sorry if I’m getting too personal.”
“Not at all, but that’s another story, and quite a long one at that. What about you, anything exciting happened to you. That’s if I’m not getting too personal.”
“No, and like you, I also have nothing to hide, and the answer to your question is, what could get exciting, in this little town, except when some famous author pays us a visit,” Katey
“Okay, if I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We’ll see,” Katey said, and again the cheeky smile.
At five-fifty that evening, I decided it was time to go for that drink.
The front bar of the pub was crowded with tradies and noisy, so I decided on the lounge. If I thought I would be drinking alone, I would have pulled up a stool and sat at the bar because there was ample room unoccupied. Certain that I wouldn’t be, I ordered a beer, and found a table in a quiet corner.
Ten minutes later, Katey walked in, looked in my direction, and came toward me.
Wow! This wasn’t the image one would conjure up about a librarian. She was hot . She had on a white mini and a white lace, partially see-through top. When I had seen her in the library, I was sure she had nice legs. The mini proved me right. It left nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing, to my imagination.
For a country girl, she had an amazing bronze tan. Whether it was artificial or real, it defied detection, and showed off her white outfit to perfection.
Katey stopped in front of my table, and I’m sure she wanted me to ogle her, which I did, and she seemed to enjoy it.
“Wow!” was all I could say, and suddenly remembering my manners, jumped to my feet, almost knocking over my half-empty beer.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said as I pulled out a chair and dusted it with my handkerchief.
“Please do. You look amazing.”
“Thank you, and such a gentleman to clean my chair.”
“I didn’t want you to get dirty. Your dress, I mean.”
Katey giggled. “I’m glad we’ve got that sorted.”
“You must’ve got hungry,” I said and chuckled.
“Not as hungry as I am thirsty.”
Oh my Gawd. What’s this woman doing to me? First, I forget my manners, then forget to ask her if she’d like a drink.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll have the same as you.”
“I drink Tooheys New.”
“That’s fine, so do I.”
“Ha, a woman after my own heart, that’ll win you brownie points.”
“I hope so,” Katey said and gave me that cheeky smile again.
Shut your mouth, man. Your foot’s hanging out, I thought, as I walked to the bar to order drinks.
I had no idea what was wrong with me that night. I’m usually confident and composed in the company of a beautiful woman, but tonight Katey had me rattled. I was more like a teenager with his first girlfriend. I made a mental note not to judge people by their occupations. Librarians, I thought, were more retiring and possibly even prudish. How wrong was I with Katey?
I stayed a few seconds longer than normal at the bar, and took a couple of deep breaths, to steady myself. I looked up and saw the bar attendant watching me, and I’m sure he knew what I was thinking by the envious look on his face.
“Are we doing a book launch here, like last time?” Katey asked, when I got back to the table with the drinks.
“No. I’ve just finished one and submitted it, but they won’t publish it for a month or so, yet. I’m just on a break.”
“So, what brings you all the way out here, may I ask?”
“Ask all you want. I have no secrets to hide, and the answer to your question is, I enjoyed myself here last time, and the people and the surroundings were so congenial. Besides, I was hoping to catch up with Jenny again.”
“Oh, yes, your ex from the past.”
“I wouldn’t really say she was an ex, but we did shack up for about a month, and that was way back. I was only a struggling journalist in those days.”
“That wasn’t long. What happened…sorry if I’m getting too personal.”
“Not at all, but that’s another story, and quite a long one at that. What about you, anything exciting happened to you. That’s if I’m not getting too personal.”
“No, and like you, I also have nothing to hide, and the answer to your question is, what could get exciting, in this little town, except when some famous author pays us a visit,” Katey
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