Page 28 of Three Not-So-Little Words
When she’s done, she holds out the bottle to me, “Want a drink?”
I think about it for a minute. “Maybe just one. Then, I think I’ll stick to beer.”
“Don’t like whiskey?”
“Oh, I like whiskey. It just doesn’t really like me.”
She lets out a soft chuckle. “Fair enough.”
I take a drink—unable to do it without making a face—and then hand the bottle back to her. “Last time I tried drinking too much whiskey, I couldn’t get it up. And I have no idea why I told you that. I guess the liquor makes me chatty too.”
She looks at me before giving me a big smile. “You’re right—no more whiskey for you.”
I grin. “You’re something else. You know that?”
“Yes,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone.
I watch her take another drink as though she is just sipping water.
I say, “How the hell do you do that?”
She holds up the bottle to look at it while she speaks. “I’ve traveled quite a bit, and I’ve had plenty of drinks way stronger than this.”
“Did you make a face when you drank those?”
Her full lips pull into a smile. “Nope.”
I look her up and down. “I’m happy I ran into you again. I was kicking myself after last night.”
“I guess it’s a good thing we got a second chance then, huh?”
“What do you think we should do with it?” I ask.
Now, it’s her turn to look me up and down. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas.”
“Care to share?”
Her eyes flick to the ceiling as she thinks for a moment. “Well, I could tell you, but it probably would be more fun to show you.”
She sets the bottle down before continuing. “How about you and I get out of here and go back to my place?”
“Your place?”
“Well, it will probably be more comfortable than fooling around in this storage room.”
When she sees my wheels turning, she takes the beer from my hand and sets it on the table. Then, she hikes her dress up enough to be able to straddle my lap.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she says, “How about we get out of here and go have some fun?”
I’ve never hesitated to take a beautiful woman home tohave some fun.
Ever.
What the hell is stopping me now?
I already know the answer to that.
“Ronnie, I feel like I should tell you something.”
