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"I dunno, I believed you." Sawyer quipped. "Until she began laughing," he confirmed, nodding toward me. "Then I figured it was a bullshit excuse."
"I like him. You should keep him. At least ride him," Tricia mumbled under her breath, as she bumped her head against mine in a mock conspiratorial gesture; I felt my cheeks redden further at her smutty remark.
Being attracted to someone as young as Sawyer had felt ridiculous. Taking my clothes off in front of him—incredulous.
He chuckled. "Yeah, listen to Tricia, she makes a lot of sense," he agreed, as he gave me a lopsided grin. His gorgeous hazel eyes glinted with amusement when the neon sign over the bar caught them at that precise moment. I freaked inside, wondering if he'd overheard my friend's crude comment.
For a few long seconds, my mind struggled with my inner lack of confidence and I wanted to shut the exchange down. It felt absurd that a man like Sawyer would want to spend time with me, and I became suspicious he might have thought I was an easy lay.
Deciding I may have been judging him unfairly, I relented and figured it couldn't do any harm to have a coffee with him. I was also desperate to know what had prompted his very obvious career change.
"All right. I'll go with you, but I'm not staying long. Tricia has extended that invite to her church friend's coffee morning to me as well." Both he and my friend threw their heads back and laughed, but when Tricia's eyes met mine, she clapped her hands with glee and smiled again with delight because she knew the challenges my shyness caused me.
"I'll be fine. Just grab me a cab and take down his license plate number in case I go missing. Let him see you do it," she told us jokingly. Despite the humor, I thought this to be a shrewd move.
Sawyer waved down a cab, and Tricia got in while I made a big deal of noting the driver's name and license plate number. "Text me when you're home safely," I informed her in a loud and menacing voice before the taxi driver pulled away from the curb.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side," Sawyer threw over his shoulder as he began to walk away from me and back toward the bar. I felt confused and thought he was heading in the wrong direction until I saw his guitar case leaning against the wall. Picking it up, he threw the strap over his shoulder and nodded to direct me up the street.
"Shall we?" he asked. He waited for me to start walking before he fell into pace next to me. Feelings I'd forgotten long ago, like first dates with boys I had crushed on, ran through me and I felt generally self-conscious being there with him. What the heck am I doing?
"You know I'm only coming with you out of curiosity?" I asked, giving him a sideways glance through narrowed eyes.
"I love curious people," he joked cockily, as he tucked his fingers into his front jeans pockets and winked at me. My eyes fell to his mouth. I remembered the kiss we shared and blushed when a tiny thrill ran through my veins again.
"Forgive me, but I couldn't help noticing the change in career since the last time we met."
"Ah, that," he commented with a sheepish grin, his hand leaving his pocket to stroke the back of his neck.
"Escort to a musician? It's quite a contrast in career path," I pointed out.
"Still plenty of pussy though," he said, totally deadpan. I nearly fell through the floor. Shame suddenly washed over me when I figured he'd thought his luck would continue with me.
"Not this pussy," I snapped, my lustful thoughts halting abruptly like a record player needle suddenly skipping before scratching across a vinyl album.
"I was just joking." When I met his serious gaze, I looked for a lie, but I didn't find one.
"Look, this isn't a good idea."
"What isn't? I'm starving."
"Me and you…"
"Billie. This is a date in reverse. Think about it. I already know how you taste… well, not all of you," he chuckled and grinned when my mouth fell open in shock. "And you staring at me with those beautiful lips parted wide …" He chuckled again when I slapped his arm in my attempt to halt his filthy, dirty thoughts. Oh, Lord. I'm way out of my depth with this man.
"I'm joking, but damn, you look even hotter when you blush. I love getting a rise out of you"
"Is that what you're doing? Because it's the only thing you'll be getting out of me."
He chuckled again. "Relax, I get it. No pussy jokes."
"What happened to the man who swept in and helped me save face from my horrible dilemma?"
"Is that how you saw me?"
"I did then, but I'm not so sure I know this version who thinks with his dick." He chuckled again as I turned and strode away from him. Catching me by my wrist, he rushed in front of me and stopped me from getting any farther. Placing his hands on my shoulders he held me gently and shook his head.
"Whoa. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Can we start again?"
