Page 22 of Halloween Hottie
“So, are you going to see him again? Please say yes!”
I shrug and sip my coffee. “I don’t know. I mean, we exchanged numbers, but I don’t want to be needy or obsessive or anything. After he went down on me, I said,Screw other guys, can I just have you?”
She laughs. “What did he say?”
“He said I know where to find him if other guys don’t make the cut, basically.”
“Do you want to see him again?” she asks, pulling her legs up beneath her.
“Of course I do! He’s a good guy. Like areallygood guy. But with his past, I just hope he’s not freaking out about last night. I was the first girl he’s been with since his wife.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet—and kind of sad.”
“I know. I feel for him. I mean, who expects to lose the love of your life like that, and so soon?”
Margo nods. “It was horrible. I was friends with both of them before she passed. She was always a tiny girl, but after she got sick, she wasted away to nothing. It was hard on us all, especially Jake having to care for her every day and watching her fade away.”
“I just don’t want to move too quickly and push him into anything, you know? In fact, I think I’ll just take a step back and wait this out. See what he wants the next step to be.”
“I think that’s a good idea. Give him a little time. If he’s feeling okay about the whole thing, he’ll reach out. If he needs more time, he can take it.”
With that being said, the decision is made. Now all I gotta do is wait.
Easier said than done.
I lift my cup to my lips and take a long drink, wondering just how long that will take.
Chapter Twelve
JACOB
When I wake up in the morning, the room is filled with sunshine. It hurts to open my eyes. They feel swollen from sleep, like they’re not ready to be open yet. I rub them and push myself up, nearly sleepwalking to the bathroom to shower. I reach in and turn on the water, then check out my reflection as the water warms. My scruff is a little thicker today, and I see a faint hickey on my neck, reminding me of last night. Just the memory of Elizabeth has my dick getting hard.
I step into the shower and get busy with washing all the dried gel out of my hair. My body feels worn out, but the hot water helps to soothe the overused muscles. I close my eyes and all I see is Elizabeth. How hot she looked in that tight little dress, the way I knocked her devil horns crooked, the sounds she made when I pushed her to break. Fuck, I’d give anything to be back inside her.
I did get her number. Maybe I should call her. But I don’t want to seem desperate. We didn’t talk about what we were doing last night, but I think we both know it was meant to be a hook-up. I still need to figure out how I feel about the whole situation. She is the only girl I’ve been with since Trish, and I know I should have some feelings about that, but I can’t figure out what they are. I’m not feeling guilty for moving on from my wife. One of our last talks covered just that. She wanted me to move on, to make myself happy, to settle down and have a family—even though she knew it couldn’t be with her. And I promised her that I would try. But is now the time?
Elizabeth is a great woman. She’s beautiful, funny, kind, sweet, and she really seemed to understand how mixed up my head is about losing my wife. She didn’t push me into anything or try to lock me down by any means. I guess not only do I need to figure out how I feel about all of this, I need to figure out how she feels about it, too. To her, this could’ve all been in the name of fun, and maybe she isn’t even looking to settle down with anyone right now.
I turn off the water and get dressed to go open the bar for the day. I head downstairs, open the register, and flip on the sign. I start filling up the sinks and checking the stock. Within minutes of opening, Paul walks in and sits down in his usual seat. He tosses down his fifty, and I get his beer and whiskey just like every other morning this past week.
“So, how was the party?” he asks.
I nod. “It was… good,” I reply for lack of a better term.
“Just good?” Paul asks, lifting his beer but pausing on taking a drink.
“Yeah, I mean… there was plenty of booze to go around, I talked to some friends I haven’t seen in a while… I met a girl…”
“Bahahaha, there it is! Tell me about this girl.” Paul’s smiling ear to ear.
I laugh and lean against the bar. “She was great. Super easy to talk to.”
“What did she look like?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “She had long dark hair, blue eyes. She was dressed as a devil—short, tight dress that left little to the imagination.”
He laughs. “So what did you and this girl do?”
