Page 29 of Hot Four Teacher
“Because I liked you. Still do, in fact. And I came over here to see if maybe I could take you out on a real date.”
My stomach starts doing small flips. I’m not sure if it’s Dane asking me out on a date or the remnants of the alcohol.
Probably both.
The thought of going on a date with someone like Dane is enough to get me excited, but I don’t want him to expect something that I’m not.
“Dane, before we go any further, I feel like I need to come clean about something. That woman that you met last night…that wasn’t me. That was the first time in a decade that I went out to a bar and had that many drinks. And it’s been equally as long since I’ve had sex.”
He jumps in. “Yeah, you mentioned that last night.”
“Oh…I don’t remember telling you that.” I clear my throat and try to get over the embarrassment and continue. “The truth is that I’m a mom. That’s why I never really have done the dating thing–or at least not in a long time. I’m not sure I would be any good at it.”
He rubs his hand over his thick beard as he begins to speak. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“Why is that a relief?”
“Because quite frankly, I don’t know if I’m going to be very good it at either.”
I give a scoff in response because I highly doubt that this gorgeous man doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“I’m serious,” he says. “I’m divorced. Although it’s been a while since the papers were signed, I haven’t really gotten back out there. And I can tell you that I don’t have a clue of what I’m doing. Dating is absolutely nothing like what I remember. So, all this stuff is new to me, too.”
“Oh,” I say, processing everything he just told me.
He goes on, “Look, I’m not asking for some big commitment or anything. I’m saying maybe you and I talk or text. Maybe occasionally, I take you out on a date. No pressure.”
Everything that he’s saying sounds great. I look at him, and I swear that he looks better than he did last night. He’s a beast of a man, and I can’t stop staring at his hard chest and large biceps.
Stop staring.
I say, “Before I agree to this, I also need you to know that how I looked last night is not par for thecourse. How I look right now is usually how I look. I very rarely get all fancy.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care. First off, I think you still look great. And secondly, I’d rather you be comfortable.”
Man, he has the right answers to everything.
Could I really start dating this guy? Maybe he could make good on his promise to give me those orgasms.
Or maybe I’m getting really far ahead of myself.
My inner teenage girl is screaming to say yes to this. He’s gorgeous, nice, and doesn’t seem like a total pig. Maybe I could actually like this guy.
As loud as the teenager inside of me is screaming, themomof a teenager is screaming even louder. That version of myself is telling me that I need to beverycareful if I’m going to do this. I can’t afford to be making any mistakes that could hurt Eve in any way. I never want to disrupt her life negatively.
When I’ve been quiet for quite some time, he says, “If any of this is coming across as creepy, please feel free to tell me to fuck off, and I’ll leave you alone.”
“No!” I cry. “That’s not what I want!”
Damn, that sounded desperate.
I take a deep breath and try to calm down. “I am not saying I’m not interested. But I think maybe we need to establish some ground rules.”
He leans back on the couch. When he crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps bulge even more. “Alright. Hit me with the rules.”
I do my best to gather my thoughts before beginning to speak. “Okay. Although I’m a mom, she’s not used to me dating, and I don’t want her getting attached to someone that might not be around for the long-term.”
“Totally understandable.”
