like beer, we’ve got you covered. Anything else, though, you’re on your own.” I nodded. “But you can have whatever I’m having.”
“Thanks.” I smiled. That was pretty sweet…and pretty suggestive. “But I think I’m turning out to be a lightweight. I think I’d better stick with the beer.”
“Actually, I think you should stick with coffee.”
I stuck my tongue out at him while he laughed. The dinner crowd picked up and we couldn’t talk much…and I didn’t want to when Jim joined us. But I started thinking about the possibilities two night s from now . Should I become more aggressive or just let our relationship take its leisure goddamn time like it had been? Part of me just wanted to jump him the first chance I got, but the other part of me just want ed to let things flow naturally. After much thought, I decided I wasn’t going to force or push anything. I was just going to go to the party, have fun and let loose, and if nothing happened, that was okay. But I felt comfortable enough at this point to decide that I would hang out around Scott so that if fate was on my side, I could push my luck to the limit.
Saturday, I went in to work at eight o’clock. I hardly ate all day, I was so excited. I felt like I was sweet sixteen getting ready for the prom. What a silly girl I was acting like.
It had been a long day, but I had a party to go to. Later in the afternoon , I felt like I was twenty again (instead of sixteen). Ed let me go at four. I rushed home and jumped in the shower. I let the water roll down my back, warm and invigorating. It was blazing hot outside when I’d come home from work, but I suspected the night would be chilly like the evenings had been, so I enjoyed the warm water while I could. I was pruney when I stepped out of the shower.
I spent extra time getting ready, extra time primping. If nothing happened tonight, fine, but if it did and I wasn’t prepared, I would be angry that I hadn’t been ready . I’d decided for certain that I wanted Scott. I wanted him in the wors t way, no matter what Wendy had said. I might not even have a chance, but if I did get the chance, I didn’t want to blow it. A uniform, hat, and heat wreak havoc on any woman’s looks. I wanted Scott to know I could look good. And not like the morning I had a hangover in a clingy black dress.
I wore a pair of skintight jeans and a pink t-shirt and sneakers. I didn’t want to seem like I was trying too hard. I didn’t want to seem obvious. But, finally, after painting my toenails and messing around with my hair, trying to make it look pretty without looking like I’d put forth a lot of effort, I hopped in my little Versa and sped off to Scott and David’s place.
I got there around seven. The place was already packed. I knew a lot of people from work, but just like their last party, there were several people I didn’t know. I recognized a few faces from the last party they had but knew no names.
I saw Carla and talked with her for a few minutes. “I thought I might see you here,” she said.
“ Caught me red-handed.”
“Oh, my dad framed that painting for me. My mom and dad liked it so much they asked if they could hang it in the living room.”
I smiled. “I’m flattered.”
“It’s really good, Casey. Good stuff.”
“I’ve got a couple of things showing at the art gallery right now.”
“I wish I’d known that yesterday. Dad’s boss was over for dinner last night raving about your painting. I bragged that one of my friend s painted it. I’ll have dad tell him he can look for more of your stuff downtown.”
I considered warning her that some of it was unusual and decided against it. After all, Isabel had taken a more traditional piece from me recently, so there was no need to cushion the blow. “So…where’s this fantasy keg I heard about anyway?”
“Oh…it’s in the
“Thanks.” I smiled. That was pretty sweet…and pretty suggestive. “But I think I’m turning out to be a lightweight. I think I’d better stick with the beer.”
“Actually, I think you should stick with coffee.”
I stuck my tongue out at him while he laughed. The dinner crowd picked up and we couldn’t talk much…and I didn’t want to when Jim joined us. But I started thinking about the possibilities two night s from now . Should I become more aggressive or just let our relationship take its leisure goddamn time like it had been? Part of me just wanted to jump him the first chance I got, but the other part of me just want ed to let things flow naturally. After much thought, I decided I wasn’t going to force or push anything. I was just going to go to the party, have fun and let loose, and if nothing happened, that was okay. But I felt comfortable enough at this point to decide that I would hang out around Scott so that if fate was on my side, I could push my luck to the limit.
Saturday, I went in to work at eight o’clock. I hardly ate all day, I was so excited. I felt like I was sweet sixteen getting ready for the prom. What a silly girl I was acting like.
It had been a long day, but I had a party to go to. Later in the afternoon , I felt like I was twenty again (instead of sixteen). Ed let me go at four. I rushed home and jumped in the shower. I let the water roll down my back, warm and invigorating. It was blazing hot outside when I’d come home from work, but I suspected the night would be chilly like the evenings had been, so I enjoyed the warm water while I could. I was pruney when I stepped out of the shower.
I spent extra time getting ready, extra time primping. If nothing happened tonight, fine, but if it did and I wasn’t prepared, I would be angry that I hadn’t been ready . I’d decided for certain that I wanted Scott. I wanted him in the wors t way, no matter what Wendy had said. I might not even have a chance, but if I did get the chance, I didn’t want to blow it. A uniform, hat, and heat wreak havoc on any woman’s looks. I wanted Scott to know I could look good. And not like the morning I had a hangover in a clingy black dress.
I wore a pair of skintight jeans and a pink t-shirt and sneakers. I didn’t want to seem like I was trying too hard. I didn’t want to seem obvious. But, finally, after painting my toenails and messing around with my hair, trying to make it look pretty without looking like I’d put forth a lot of effort, I hopped in my little Versa and sped off to Scott and David’s place.
I got there around seven. The place was already packed. I knew a lot of people from work, but just like their last party, there were several people I didn’t know. I recognized a few faces from the last party they had but knew no names.
I saw Carla and talked with her for a few minutes. “I thought I might see you here,” she said.
“ Caught me red-handed.”
“Oh, my dad framed that painting for me. My mom and dad liked it so much they asked if they could hang it in the living room.”
I smiled. “I’m flattered.”
“It’s really good, Casey. Good stuff.”
“I’ve got a couple of things showing at the art gallery right now.”
“I wish I’d known that yesterday. Dad’s boss was over for dinner last night raving about your painting. I bragged that one of my friend s painted it. I’ll have dad tell him he can look for more of your stuff downtown.”
I considered warning her that some of it was unusual and decided against it. After all, Isabel had taken a more traditional piece from me recently, so there was no need to cushion the blow. “So…where’s this fantasy keg I heard about anyway?”
“Oh…it’s in the
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