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"QB."
"How long have you been playing?"
"My whole life, give or take," I said, looking between her and Don. I sat and she scooted closer to me.
"I'm sorry about what happened with your ex," she said. I glared at Don. He just sat there, smirking. What the hell was he thinking? What had he told this chick?
"Uh, thanks," I said.
"Don told me all about it. She sounds like a real bitch. Were you really going to turn down a shot at the league for her?"
I wasn't a violent person, but Don was testing me. I hadn’t sworn him to secrecy before saying that stuff to him, but he was baiting this chick with a sob story to get her to sleep with me. Worst part? It was working.
"That's why I brought him out tonight," he said.
"It's a good thing you got rid of her. You shouldn't be with someone who doesn't support your dreams," she said with a concerned face that I wanted to say was good acting, but I wasn't sure. Don was grinning, sitting over there like he was proud of himself.
"What better way to turn over a new leaf as a free man?" he quipped. She giggled and slid closer to me.
"I'd say. Don told me you’re leaving," she said.
"In a couple weeks."
"Well," she said, sliding even closer. Her knee touched my thigh. "Guess it's lucky we both ended up here tonight." She was flirting with me. I had been off the market long enough to notice that. Tonight, we were celebrating. Tonight, I wasn’t off the market. The girl was cute and she was willing. Where was the harm in flirting back?"
"How about I buy your next drink," I said. She smiled and said she'd love that. She slid even closer, resting her hand on my thigh. It felt weird doing this. I had never had to pick a girl up before, it hadn’t happened like that with Veronica and she had been my last serious relationship. That wasn't even what I was trying to do, was it? Don stood suddenly, telling us he'd be right back.
"Are you going to make me look bad this time?" he whispered as he passed me.
"What?" I tried to ask him, but he was already gone. He was walking straight for the bar, right to a girl sitting a tight dress and tall heels. He put his hand on her back getting her attention.
"Did you drive here?" the girl asked, catching my attention again. Sasha. I thought I remembered Don calling her Sasha.
"Yeah, why?" I asked. And right then, I got the answer to my own question. Don had picked her up for me and she wanted to get out of here.
"I didn't. I could use a ride home," she said flirtatiously.
"You still want that second drink?"
"Nope," she said. She was excited. I could tell by the way she was leaning forward into me. I glanced at the bar and saw Don with his arms around the girl he had been talking to. She was laughing, and he was kissing her neck or whispering in her ear. One look at them and it was obvious where it was going. One of them wasn't getting home tonight. I looked back over at Sasha.
"Let's go," I said. I downed the rest of my beer and held my hand out to take hers. She grinned, coming out of the booth and following me out of the bar. Her hand felt weird. It was a little bigger than Ron's and she was wearing rings. Ron never wore rings.
Stop it, I thought. You really want to think about that now?
I led her to my car and opened the passenger side for her. She grabbed my hand as I turned to get to the driver's side. I turned to ask her what was up, but I didn't get it out. She slammed into me, kissing me. I was stunned for a second before I kissed her back. I put my hands on her hips and pressed her into me. She parted her lips, and I felt her tongue against mine.
That was what did it. I pulled away.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Everything was. Her touch, her kiss, her everything. She wasn't Ron. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't right. I didn't want to touch her. It should have been Ron I was spending the night with tonight. Not this girl.
"I can't do this," I admitted.
"Did I do something?"
"No. This was a bad idea. I'm sorry. Can you tell me where you live? I'll drop you off." Her arms dropped to her sides when she realized I was serious.
