Page 15 of Personal Foul

“Stay out as late as you want,” Pops yells teasingly.

I drive towards the address Garrett sent me and try to keep my nerves at bay. How I ended up agreeing to a date with him is beyond me.

Lies. It was abs, tattoos, and a nipple piercing.

“Your destination is on the right.”

My navigation system is indicating an apartment building is my destination.

“That sneak,” I mutter under my breath while I find a parking spot.

I pull up his text message.

Me: here.

Stone: Come on up. 900

Me: Seriously?

Stone: Don’t make me come down there.

I walk over to the open elevator and hit floor 9, instantly the doors close and I go up. I watch the numbers tick by.

You only owe him one date, the angel on my right shoulder reminds me gently.

Yeah, but we all know you want more than one date with him, preferably naked,the devil on my left teases.

“I’m going crazy,” I mumble to myself. The elevator dings and the doors open. “Now or never.” I step out and see there are only two doors on this floor, going to number 900, knocking softly.

Garrett swings the door open. “Took you long enough,” he teases.

“I thought you said you were taking me out?” I sass back.

“Did I though? I thought I only asked for one date, never mentioned any specifics.” He smirks and heads towards his kitchen. I follow behind and take in his open floor plan. The place is all white and black, nothing of personality, so not his style, but it smells divine.

“You better feed me on this date. I get cranky when I’m hungry,” I remind him as I run my hand along the counter.

“Don’t worry, I will feed you.”

“Thank god.”

“Wait, you like seafood, right?”

“Yeah…” I drawl.

“Good, otherwise I would have had to scrap dinner and come up with something else.” He relaxes, walks over to me and takes my hand. Pulling me towards a dining room table filled with food.

“Where did you get all this?” I ask, amazed.

“I made it.” He shrugs, pulling out a chair for me.

“You made me dinner?”

“I did. I figured if I only have one shot with you, I should go all out.”

I sit down and he pushes my chair in for me. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sangria?”

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