before, the sly reference to her orgasm would have done it.
I quickly moved to catch up with her on the sidewalk where she was trying to fix her hair, even though the helmet didn’t seem to do any damage. “You look fine. Come on; let’s go play some poker. You ever play cards?” I took her hand in mind not even thinking twice about it. She wrapped her fingers around mine like it was natural for her as well, so I didn’t recognize my screw up until I made it to the door where Amy was standing there with her arms crossed and resting on her belly.
“Once or twice,” Sarah answered my question while smiling sweetly up at Amy.
I let go of her hand to let her go ahead of me. “Sarah, this is Amy, Phil’s wife. You interviewed Phil last week.”
“Oh, yes. Nice to meet you, Amy.” She held her hand out to my pregnant friend with the friendliest smile. “Your house is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Amy smiled and gave me a surprised look. “Come on in and meet the guys. I’m going to have to give them all bibs when they see you.”
“Why’s that?” Sarah frowned.
Amy shook her head and held the door. “You’ll see.”
Phil came rolling up with a huge smile on his face. “Well, well, well, look who we have here. Nice to see you again, Miss Grant.”
“You as well, Sergeant,” she flirted back. For some reason, I felt the need to keep my hand on her lower back to remind her that I was there.
“Mikey.” He nodded at me with an amused grin. I flipped him off behind Sarah’s head, and he laughed. “Come meet the guys, Sarah.” He turned his chair around and wheeled further into the house. “Jay! Moretti! Come meet Sarah.”
“Yowzer! Wish I were part of that study now. Maybe I should reconsider college if they have girls like you enrolled,” Moretti said while looking Sarah up and down in that sleazy way of his. He was wearing a t-shirt that said, “Any hole is a goal,” which would normally be funny, but I didn’t want Sarah seeing such crudeness from my friends. She was elegance with a little bit of dirty for dessert. Moretti was trash with a little bit of class on special occasions, if then.
Jay saved the day by slapping Moretti on the back of the head. “Shut up. You’re freaking her out.” He stepped around Tony and held his hand out. “I’m Jay. Feel free to ignore Tony. We do.”
“Nice to meet y’all,” she said with a nervous laugh, and I felt my body respond to that accent and giggle. This was going to be a long night.
“Let’s play,” I said and pushed Sarah forward toward the table. “What would you like to drink?”
He big blue eyes met mine, and I had the urge to press my lips to hers. Instead, I stepped toward the kitchen to get some breathing room.
“Whatever you’re having will be fine.”
“Beer?” I asked suspiciously. The truth would come out. How high maintenance would she be? Girls always acted agreeable until you offered them a beer and they actually wanted something fruity.
She picked up the cards and started shuffling then said, “Sounds great.”
Beer it was. The true test would be if she actually drank it.
In the kitchen, Amy smiled knowingly but never said a word as I pulled out two beers. “What?” I said and found myself smiling as well.
“She’s not a date, is she?”
“No,” I admitted regrettably.
“How’d you talk her into coming, then?”
“After the interview, I helped her out. I think she only agreed because she didn’t want to go home after what happened.”
“What happened?” She had her worried mom expression wrinkling her forehead, but the loud laughter from the other room reminded me of where I needed to be.
“Nothing. Come on. Let’s go rescue the Southern belle from Moretti.”
Amy grinned as she carried a tray of nachos out to the table.
I set the beer down in front of Sarah, and she immediately took a sip. I almost groaned at the way her lips wrapped around the bottle. This girl was everything. She
I quickly moved to catch up with her on the sidewalk where she was trying to fix her hair, even though the helmet didn’t seem to do any damage. “You look fine. Come on; let’s go play some poker. You ever play cards?” I took her hand in mind not even thinking twice about it. She wrapped her fingers around mine like it was natural for her as well, so I didn’t recognize my screw up until I made it to the door where Amy was standing there with her arms crossed and resting on her belly.
“Once or twice,” Sarah answered my question while smiling sweetly up at Amy.
I let go of her hand to let her go ahead of me. “Sarah, this is Amy, Phil’s wife. You interviewed Phil last week.”
“Oh, yes. Nice to meet you, Amy.” She held her hand out to my pregnant friend with the friendliest smile. “Your house is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Amy smiled and gave me a surprised look. “Come on in and meet the guys. I’m going to have to give them all bibs when they see you.”
“Why’s that?” Sarah frowned.
Amy shook her head and held the door. “You’ll see.”
Phil came rolling up with a huge smile on his face. “Well, well, well, look who we have here. Nice to see you again, Miss Grant.”
“You as well, Sergeant,” she flirted back. For some reason, I felt the need to keep my hand on her lower back to remind her that I was there.
“Mikey.” He nodded at me with an amused grin. I flipped him off behind Sarah’s head, and he laughed. “Come meet the guys, Sarah.” He turned his chair around and wheeled further into the house. “Jay! Moretti! Come meet Sarah.”
“Yowzer! Wish I were part of that study now. Maybe I should reconsider college if they have girls like you enrolled,” Moretti said while looking Sarah up and down in that sleazy way of his. He was wearing a t-shirt that said, “Any hole is a goal,” which would normally be funny, but I didn’t want Sarah seeing such crudeness from my friends. She was elegance with a little bit of dirty for dessert. Moretti was trash with a little bit of class on special occasions, if then.
Jay saved the day by slapping Moretti on the back of the head. “Shut up. You’re freaking her out.” He stepped around Tony and held his hand out. “I’m Jay. Feel free to ignore Tony. We do.”
“Nice to meet y’all,” she said with a nervous laugh, and I felt my body respond to that accent and giggle. This was going to be a long night.
“Let’s play,” I said and pushed Sarah forward toward the table. “What would you like to drink?”
He big blue eyes met mine, and I had the urge to press my lips to hers. Instead, I stepped toward the kitchen to get some breathing room.
“Whatever you’re having will be fine.”
“Beer?” I asked suspiciously. The truth would come out. How high maintenance would she be? Girls always acted agreeable until you offered them a beer and they actually wanted something fruity.
She picked up the cards and started shuffling then said, “Sounds great.”
Beer it was. The true test would be if she actually drank it.
In the kitchen, Amy smiled knowingly but never said a word as I pulled out two beers. “What?” I said and found myself smiling as well.
“She’s not a date, is she?”
“No,” I admitted regrettably.
“How’d you talk her into coming, then?”
“After the interview, I helped her out. I think she only agreed because she didn’t want to go home after what happened.”
“What happened?” She had her worried mom expression wrinkling her forehead, but the loud laughter from the other room reminded me of where I needed to be.
“Nothing. Come on. Let’s go rescue the Southern belle from Moretti.”
Amy grinned as she carried a tray of nachos out to the table.
I set the beer down in front of Sarah, and she immediately took a sip. I almost groaned at the way her lips wrapped around the bottle. This girl was everything. She
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