Page 15 of Hot Four Teacher
Leah asks, “Do you think he’s cute?”
“Duh,” my mouth answers before my brain even has time to process the question.
“Okay, go talk to him,” Ronnie says.
“What?” I cry. “Why would I do that?”
“Uh, because the whole reason for you coming out tonight was to have fun and let loose. I’m guessing that guy could help you do both of those things.”
“But he’s with his friend. I don’t want to be rude.”
Ronnie looks back over. “Looks like his friend is leaving.”
I turn my head and see that she’s right. The other man is standing up to put his jacket on. The hottie stands up too, and I feel a slight pang of disappointment, thinking he’s about to leave. But he just gives a quick hug to his friend before sitting back down.
Ronnie says, “Problem solved. Now go.”
“What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to tell him I’m a single mom that hasn’t been laid in over ten years?”
Her face contorts. “Dear God, no! Just go over there and flirt. That’s it. Don’t tell him any detail of your sob story.”
“But what if–”
She cuts me off. “Michelle Dianne Lawson, you listen to me. You aren’t looking for a husband. You’re just looking to have a few laughs and maybe an orgasm or two. That’s it. He doesn’t need to know any of the serious stuff.”
I don't say this often, but Ronnie may have a point. I wanted to come out tonight to get out of my comfort zone. I’m not doing that by sitting here with my sisters.
As I wage a war within my mind, Ronnie says, “You better get up and go over there, or I will, and I’ll embarrass the shit out of you.”
I laugh, but when she starts to get up, I stop her. “Alright, alright. I’m going.”
When my feet hit the ground, I have to steady myself a little before willing my legs to carry me to my intended destination.
Just do it, Michelle. What’s the worst that could happen?
Oh lord, don’t open that can of worms.
Just breathe.
As I get closer to his table, he looks at me and smiles again.
The alcohol spurs on my confidence as I step next to his table and say, “Hi.”
“Hi,” his deep voice practically purrs.
“I saw you over there because I was…you know…staring.”
He chuckles before I go on.
“I thought I’d come over and say hi.”
My nerves are making the butterflies in my stomach take flight. They go even more crazy when he says, “I’m glad you did. I hung around after my buddy left, hoping I’d get a chance to talk to you.”
I find myself smiling like a fool as he asks, “Would you like to sit down?”
Before I even answer, he stands up to pull out the chair for me.
“Thank you,” I tell him as I take a seat.
