Page 8 of Missing Linc
“Shhh. Are you crazy? Of course not. This right here says so,” I say, pulling out the fake ID.
He chuckles and lifts his tumbler to his lips. His teeth seem to bite the rim before taking a sip.
Bite me like that and I’ll be your slave forever after.
“In that case, we should correct it on your files,” he says.
“Definitely. We wouldn’t want to get in trouble.” I smirk.
He smirks back and then takes another sip of his whiskey. I sigh another breath of horniness. The usual shit.
“So… why haven’t you ditched her yet?” I ask and look behind him at Lenka Novak.
He cocks his head to the side, just looking at his shoulder instead of turning all the way over at his friend, and shrugs.
“I still need a drink,” he says after another moment.
“I hear ya,” I say, raising my glass and taking a sip.
He’s still not turned his attention fully back to me, so I take the chance to admire the smoothness of his dark skin, the beard, the beautiful brown lips, the dark eyes.
Yeah. Tall drink of water and then some.
“So…” he says. “Ready for tomorrow?”
I shrug. “I guess. Are you?”
“I guess.”
“Well, there’s the confidence you need from your director.” I laugh.
And I’m flirting. Why am I flirting?
“Oh, I’m sure about the show. Sorry. It’s not been a great day. Month even,” he says.
“Are you okay?” I ask and touch his hand across the table. The one holding his drink.
Why did I do that?
He even stares at my hand as if he’s asking me the same thing.Dude, what are you doing?
“Oh yeah. I’m fine. It’s just my ex… why am I telling you this? You don’t need to hear me rambling on about my life,” he says and finally looks me in the eyes.
I remove my hand and cradle my drink again.
“Why not? Do I not look like a good listener?”
He smiles.
“No. That’s not what I meant. I just… you don’t even know me, and I don’t need to burden you with my troubles.”
“Well in that case.” I reach my right hand across the table again, but this time in the air. “Camden Hawkins. Nice to officially meet you.”
He laughs and shakes my hand.
“Lincoln Young,” he says. “Call me Linc.”
I’ll call you anything you want me to call you, Linc.
