Page 3 of Stood Up
“No, he stood me up. Just me. And can I get another beer?”
Her eyes grow wide at my honesty. It’s what she wanted anyway, to get to the bottom of why the chair in front of me isn’t taken yet. I’m not embarrassed. I’m too old for that. This just puts another string of disappointments through the web of misgivings when it comes to men. Whatever. Who needs them anyway. Vibrators get the job done when needed.
“Yes, very well,” she says, getting herself together and leaves. I sip the final part of my beer and ignore everyone around me. I ignore the feel of the eyes. Let them look, who the hell cares.
I should call Lila back, but I’ll do it tomorrow or at least when I get home. I’m out and hungry, all the bullshit can wait another day. After a bit, my meal comes and smells absolutely delicious. I eat in peace, and I feel it—the calm. With my job, I’m on the go a lot of the time. Here in this moment, I take it as a sign that I need to recoup myself. I’ve forgotten lately to live in the moment. To take one thing at a time, always on the go and never stopping. This feels good, feels right.
The burst of tomato sauce hits my tongue, and I shut my eyes on a moan, enjoying its deliciousness. This is so much better than I could ever make, at least when I try to cook. So much better than the bottled stuff I get at the store, too.
A chair scrapes softly, and I feel movement in front of me. My eyes fly open only to find sea green ones staring back at me garnering my full attention. Trying not to choke on my food at his boldness, I carefully chew and swallow but say nothing, just quirk my brow in question.
He leans back in the chair, and I swear I can hear the wood groan from his bulk. He crosses his foot over his kneecap and laces his fingers behind his head. Casual as can be and without a care in the world, but looking as if he could run the world in that one pose.
“Can I help you?” I finally ask when he doesn’t offer me anything.
He licks his plump lips like the words that came out of my mouth are lustful and he wants to eat them and me up.
“I’m imagining that moan when my cock is buried inside you so fucking deep you feel me in your throat.”
