Page 91 of Give Me a Chance
“Uhmm...So, I kind of have a family thing this weekend.” Natalie tells me while we eat our lunch in the office breakroom.
Today, I made us chicken pesto wraps, a recipe Connor gave me. My cooking skills are progressing greatly. Turns out, I just needed someone to cook for to really get things going.
“Oh, no problem. I’ll do some things around the house.” We’ve been spending a ton of time together these past few weeks, but I try not to push her.
“I was thinking...” She bites her bottom lip. “Maybe you’d like to come with.”
“Really?” I want to play it cool, but my guess is I look like a dog waiting for a treat.
“Yeah, really.” She blushes, and I’m done. I pull her soft lips to mine, my hand finding its way into her hair. The kiss quickly turns work inappropriate, but just as she lets out a whimper that shoots straight to my dick, the break room door opens.
“Sorry,” Anne says, her face turning beet red.
“No, we’re sorry. Things kind of got out of hand,” I apologize, not proud to make my coworkers uncomfortable.
Things have been getting out of hand often lately. Last week, Natalie gave me a blowjob in the elevator, and I ate her out in the bar restroom (a different bar this time).
“It’s fine. It’s nice to see you two happy.” She shoots us an honest grin, a glint in her eyes. She and Bryce, though not serious yet, have been hanging out, and she seems really into him.
“Maybe soon we’ll double date.” I wink.
We pullup in front of a two-story house covered in gray siding. It’s obviously older but well-maintained. Natalie’s sleepover bag sits safely in the trunk of my car. I would prefer she kept some things at my place, or better yet, move in, but she waved me off when I mentioned it.
“Nervous?” I ask.
“Shouldn’t you be the nervous one?”
“Me? Parents love me.” I flash her my trained, polite smile, making her chuckle.
“Parents, maybe. But my nonna might have a problem with you not being Italian.” She shrugs.
“Don’t worry. Old ladies love me as well.”
“Ugh, you’re annoying.”
“You love it,” I poke, and she slaps my thigh.
Getting out of the car, I grab the two bouquets of flowers and a bottle of wine I got for Natalie’s mom and grandma.
“Suck up,” Natalie grumbles, making me laugh.
A woman opens the door, an older version of the woman standing next to me. Wild hair, dark eyes, and olive skin, but peppered with grays and a few wrinkles.
“You must be Matt,” she squeals, a grin overtaking her face.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Barnett.” I shake her hand before handing her the flowers and the wine.
“Oh, call me Lucia, please.” She waves me off.
“Nick, they’re here.” She yells and ushers us inside.
“Hi Dad,” Natalie says to the large man in the living room, giving him a huge hug.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” I say, putting out my hand. He shakes it, using more force than necessary, so I return the favor. He’s an inch shorter than me, but his build is wider, and his hair gives him an extra inch.
“You, too. Can’t say we heard a lot about you.” He looks at me pointedly, but I don’t get flustered.
“Guess we’re going to change that today,” I say with a bright smile.
