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“What? Hurry up before you get my ass fired.” Shit, I forgot she’s working. I haven’t been, so I just didn’t realize she would be.
“Shit, sorry. Give me her number.” I can hear the smile in her voice when she gives it to me, and we hang up. I sit back in my chair and add Mel’s number to my phone. I can’t believe that I am this excited just to have her number. If Young were here, he would call me a pussy, and he might be right this time.
I know she is working, but I figure a harmless text can’t hurt.
Me: Mel it’s Keith. I got your number from Connie. I hope you don’t mind.
I feel like such a fucking idiot. I should have just waited and called her tonight. I finish off my coffee and decide to have another cup. Just as I’m sitting back down, my phone alerts me of a text. I actually get knots in my stomach. I grab my phone off the table and swipe my finger on the screen to unlock it.
Mel: I don’t mind at all.
Not to let this opportunity pass, I quickly text back.
Me: Are you busy? I don’t want to interrupt work.
The response is almost instantaneous, which makes me smile.
Mel: Not at all. Just organizing my desk. I have a meeting in about ten minutes though.
Me: Can I call you real quick before your meeting?
I don’t want to ask her to dinner over a text. That’s just fucking lame.
Mel: Of course.
That’s all I need to hear. I am pressing call within seconds. It only rings once before she answers.
“Hi.” I close my eyes because just hearing a simple ‘hi’ from her has my cock’s attention.
“Hey. I don’t mean to bother you at work. If you’d rather me call later, that’s fine.” I’m second-guessing this. I look like a desperate asswipe. That’s the last thing I want her to think of me. She laughs, and it makes me grin.
“Keith, I told you it was alright. Did you need something or just called to bullshit?” I am squeezing the back of my neck with my free hand, trying to relax myself. I shouldn’t be this nervous to ask her to dinner. It’s ridiculous. I’m a grown ass man. I sit up straighter and clear my throat.
“Mel, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” She’s quiet, and my already pounding heart beats faster. Shit, maybe I read the signals wrong.
“I would love to.” I breathe a sigh of relief and smile.
“Great. How about I pick you up at seven o’clock? Where would you like to go?” This time there is no pause.
“Seven is perfect. How about we go to Charlie’s Bar and Grill?”
“Sounds great.” I hear someone talking and know she will need to go. Damn, it sucks not working.
“Keith, listen, I need to go to my meeting. I’ll see you tonight. I’m really looking forward to it.” I need to adjust my position because apparently this girl can cause me to get a hard-on like a fucking teenager.
“Mel, you have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it. See you tonight.” I hang up and toss my phone on the table. “Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do for the next seven hours?”
To pass the day, I decide to do some food shopping, and I call the cleaning lady to see if she is available to come while I am gone. Luckily, she was, and when she got there, I left. I come home to a clean house and put all the food away. I work outside cleaning up the front yard. My piece of shit father should be embarrassed to let his family live like this. I have to weed whack the lawn, or call them what they are weeds, because the lawn mower couldn’t handle it. I clean out the flower beds and figure tomorrow I will surprise my mom with flowers in there and I call around to price sod for the lawn. If I am going to convince my mom and sisters to move, I have to be able to sell this place. Once I have the outside fixed up, I’ll start inside.
I’m sitting on the porch, checking out my hard work, when my mom pulls up. Damn, is it five thirty already? She gets out of the car and stands there, stunned. I walk over to her and put my arm around her shoulder. “This is only the beginning, Mom. I’ve got plans.” She looks at me and shakes her head.
“No, you’ve done enough, Keith. Don’t waste your money doing anything; it looks great.” I grin and walk away. When I make it to the porch, I stop and turn around.
“Mom?” She looks at me, still shocked. “You and I need to sit down and have a long talk soon.” She nods her head but doesn’t say anything. “Oh, and I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I have plans.” This time she smiles, and I rush into the house before she can start questioning me.
I take a shower and get ready. I put on my favorite blue jeans and a black-and-white striped button-down shirt. I throw some gel in my hair and mess it up. I look in the mirror and am happy with the result. I spray on some cologne, shove my wallet in my pocket, and head out to the kitchen. My mom is sitting at the table with a bunch of papers in front of her. “What’s all that?” I pull out a chair and sit down. She looks up at me and gives me a tight smile.
“I went to the police station and picked up the restraining order. They also gave me a ton of paperwork on battered women.” She lets a few tears escape. “I’m so humiliated.” I get up and hug her from behind.
