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“Hey, give that back.” She tried to grab it, but it was easy to keep her at bay while I sent a message.
“There.”
“Oh my god, you did not just tell her that?”
I shrugged. “She needs to stop being so damn nosy and let us enjoy our date.”
“And telling her we’re at a strip club is the way to get her to stop?”
“Couldn’t hurt.”
Her phone lit up again. I watched a smile spread across her face as she typed a response, I picked up my glass, and took a drink. She turned it toward me so I could see what she wrote. I nearly spit out my sweet tea when I read: Can’t talk, getting a lap dance.
“You’re such a bad influence,” she said with a laugh as she turned the phone face down on the table.
I did my best Darth Vader impression, “Ginger. Join me on the dark side.”
She covered her mouth, trying to muffle her laugh. I loved that sound coming from her. Seeing her relaxed and happy, having a good time, was all I wanted from tonight.
Dinner went great. Most of the acts were funny and had the place laughing their asses off. During the third act, Ginger slid over to sit closer to me, closing the annoying gap that’d been between us all night. I put my arm around her, loving the feel of her body tucked next to mine. I was not expecting such a reaction when she let her hand rest on my thigh, but my cock apparently had a mind of its own. I needed desperately to change position, to alleviate some of the pressure, but I didn’t want to alert her to the issue. I got a reprieve when she excused herself to go to the bathroom, as it gave me time to get myself together.
“Do you want to finish that?” I asked, pointing to her half full glass of wine. It had been the only glass she’d ordered, and to my delight, she didn’t drink it all.
She looked at it and shook her head. “Nope, I’m good. Well, unless you rather I not waste it.”
I signed the credit card slip then slid out of the booth. I held my hand out to help her. “If you’re done, then you’re done. Let’s go.”
Chapter 37
Malcolm
After we arrived back at Ginger’s house, I held her hand on the short walk to her porch. I wasn’t ready for the night to end, but I knew it had to. My hands rested lightly on her hips. She reached up, putting hers on either side of my face. She then stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss me. It was quick and soft. Too quick for my liking, but she didn’t step away. Instead, she circled her arms around my neck, and let her fingers play with my dreads.
“I had a good time tonight. The comedians were really funny.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Did I earn a second date?”
She smiled up at me. “Yes, I think I’d grant you a second date.”
“It’s my lucky night.”
The simple act of her fingers brushing against the back of my neck was driving me crazy. A small gap was between our bodies, but it could have been the Grand Canyon for all I cared. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I resisted the urge to pull her closer.
I removed her hands from around my neck, kissing her knuckles. “I should go.”
“You don’t want to come in?”
What I needed to do was go home and jerk off, followed by a long ice bath because my hand wouldn’t be enough, but I couldn’t turn down a chance to spend more time with her. Even if it meant dealing with the uncomfortable ache in my pants.
“Sure, why not.”
Her face lit up then she turned to unlock the door. She flipped a switch, flooding the foyer with light. Her house was cold, more like a compound rather than a home. I never could fully relax when I’d visited. Now that I knew what went on within these walls, it made my skin crawl to be here. Before, I couldn’t understand why she’d stay just knowing her history with that man, but now...it truly baffled me how she could continue to stay in a place that held nothing but memories of horrific events.
“Would you like something to drink?” Ginger walked into the kitchen, turning on more lights. She dropped her purse and keys on the counter. “I have soda, tea, apple juice.” She looked over at me and smiled. “But if you want something stronger, you can check the bar.”
I took a seat on her couch. “Soda will be fine.”
She walked over and handed me a can. She placed her own on the coffee table then sat down on the other end of the couch. She unzipped her boots, and I laughed when she pulled them off revealing the bright yellow, smiley face, knee-high socks she wore.
