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Touché. "I like men with hair."
Ouch. I can feel Larry's pain from across the table. Obviously no one, including all the brunettes he's been with, has pointed out the bad comb over that's happening on the top of his odd shaped head.
'We're leaving now."
I actually look to the right and the left to see who Larry is talking to. I'm gathering that he's still engaged in a conversation with me even though I'm trying desperately to ignore him. People are starting to stare and I have no aversion to a little extra attention, but tonight, I don't want to be the main attraction in Larry's sideshow.
"Get up." He grabs tightly to my bare bicep and yanks hard.
I cry out sharply. Considering the fact that most of my body is still stuck next to this table in a chair my arm can't leave with Larry. "Let go of me."
"Is there a problem?" A deep, husky voice asks.
I turn towards it even though Larry is still trying to separate my arm from my shoulder to take as a consolation prize. I look up into the dark eyes of a brown haired man. He's staring down at me with a noticeable look of concern on his face.
"Hey," he calls across the table at Larry. "Enough. You're hurting her."
"Get lost." Larry loosens his grip only momentarily. "My girlfriend and I don't need your help."
Wait. No. Hell no.
'I'm not your girlfriend," I growl at him. "Let go of my arm already."
"You're coming with me." Larry pulls harder and I can't help but cry out in pain.
Within an instant my arm is free and the lapel of Larry's jacket is firmly entrenched in the fisted hands of the handsome man with the dark eyes.
"Are you okay?" He cocks a winged brow. "Did he hurt you?"
"I'm fine." My voice is quiet and small. Maybe I'm not as fine as I thought. I lean my hands on the table, suddenly feeling dizzy.
I hear movement behind me before I sense someone crouching next to me. "He's gone. Are you sure you're okay?"
I turn to the left and look into the same deep brown eyes. "I'm fine. He just shook me up."
"He may have torn something in your shoulder." He presses it lightly with his fingers. "I'd get it checked out if it's sore tomorrow."
"Are you a doctor?" I know he's probably on a date with someone. The dark suit he's wearing doesn't hide his muscular frame.
"No." A small grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. "I’m a firefighter. I'm Dane."
"Bridget," I say with a wince as I try to move my arm to shake his hand.
"I'm taking you to the ER now." He pulls on the back of my chair. "Come with me."
I don't protest. Why would I? He's a fireman and he wants to rescue me. I may actually have to thank Zoe for this date, after all.
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"You're staring at my dick."
I am. I can't even deny it. I guess I can come up with some excuse. Maybe I can pretend to be my best friend, Sadie, and say that I'm studying to be a doctor and I'm doing a thorough, visual exam of his enormous, erect penis. Who answers the door naked? He must have been masturbating. Do people do that? Do they masturbate while they wait for a sandwich to be delivered?
"Sweetheart. Up here." His hand floats past his crotch and my eyes slowly drift along with it, like I'm a fish dangling on a hook.
"What?" My voice isn't my own. I sound all breathy and aroused.
