Page 7 of Dirty Work
“He’s totally into you. I’ve never seen him like this before. I’m just saying. You can do with this info whatever you want.”
“I’m sort of shocked. I knew that he was into me, but I didn’t know hewasn’tinto a bunch of other girls, too. I mean, the dude is gorgeous and he can clearly have anyone.”
“Yeah, I mean, I don't know what it is about you, other than the fact that you're hot and exactly his type. Maybe you should ask him. He would love that. He likes a straightforward chick. Someone who can serve his crazy questions and inappropriateness right back to him.”
I feel a little bit deflated. If he talks to everyone like this - the questions, the innuendo, crossing the line of what’s appropriate - how can I think I’m any more special than any of the other girls in the bar? Or at the office?
“So he talks to everyone like that?” I ask Liz, hoping she’ll tell me the truth.
“I mean, not exactly. I’ve never heard him call anyone his girlfriend before. I mean, not even any of the girls he has dated recently. Sure, he gets a little...I don’t know...friendly, with other people in the office. But it’s the guys, too. It’s everyone. It’s his schtick. But it’s different with you.”
“I’m going to talk to him. I’m going to see if this guy is for real. Because, to be honest,” I lean in to whisper to Liz, “I think I’m into him, too.”
It’s not like me to be so forward with my feelings, especially with someone I just met.
But what was the worst that could happen?
With my confession to Liz, Bryan returns to us with a tall glass.
“You seem like the kind of girl who likes a nice beer. You’re down to earth. You’re nice. Fun.”
He hands me the glass and clanks his together with mine. Liz flashes a sly smile at me and makes a joke about having to pull Greg off some MILFs, excusing herself and leaving me and Bryan alone together.
“Now we can talk.” Bryan takes a sip of his beer. He places it down thoughtfully and pushed his sleeves up. How could I have almost forgotten about the tattoos that decorated his strong forearms?
“Yes. You’re right. I wanted to ask you about something,” I say, remembering that Liz said he likes a forward chick, but also ignoring her advice and intending to mention something about the day’s budget meetings.
“Let me go first. There’s something I have wanted to get off my chest all day.” His green eyes look deeply into me and he reaches down to grab my hand. “If you don’t like me, I’ll leave you alone. I think that sometimes the way I relate to people is to kind of push them away. I’ve been burned by women in the past.” He takes another swig of his beer.
“I’m telling you this because I really do like you. But if you think it’s too much, all the questions and the joking about you being my woman, I’ll stop. But I have to tell you that I want to make you mine. I need to.”
“No,” I say, filled with a new courage to say what I want. “I don’t want you to stop. I like you too. I know we’ve only known each other for a day...hell, it’s really only been a few hours. But of course I like you. I mean, as much as you can like someone you’ve just met. And on top of everything, I was lying when I told you I have a boyfriend.”
My head is spinning and I feel like I could collapse onto the floor at any second. I’m nervous, lightheaded and giddy, and I want Bryan to hold me.
He puts out a hand, as if to shake mine in a professional way. As co-workers. But when he does, his fingers linger on my palm as he intertwines his fingers with mine.
“Come here.” He guides me through a curtain which lead to another part of the bar, a room that is sectioned off and not in use. He wraps one arm around my waist, brushing my lips with a thumb and tilting my chin up to kiss me. In turn my fingers make their way to his belt, and unclasping it, I slide a hand down into his boxers.
So, this is how it’s really going to happen? I’m going to have sex for the first time in a bar?
Crap. I am not prepared for this.
“So you really do like me, I guess.” Bryan teases her. “I thought we were just going to come back here to make out.”
He spins me around and lifts my skirt up, pushing my panties away so I’m exposed for him.
“These are nice. Did you wear these for me? Did you think I would be seeing these? You’re a naughty girl.”
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “They’re for you.
He pushes a single thick finger past my folds.
“You’re soaking wet for me.” He glides in and out, reaching all the way into me and rotating his hand so his palm is facing down and he can pleasure exactly how I want it.
“I know,” I gasp. “You did this to me. I wanted you the second I saw you.”
I push my hips back against his hand, grinding against him.
