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He takes off.
“Sorry about that. Brett can be a lot,” I apologize.
“He was funny. Is he a professional hockey player too?” she asks.
“He’s my teammate and best friend. And before you say I have bad taste in friends I can vouch that he’s a really good guy. When he isn’t budding into my business,” I say.
She smiles and bats her lashes some more. The guys have really been on my case about me finally putting the nail in the coffin and losing my virginity although that may be a bad analogy for something that is supposed to be a good thing.
“So, can I get your number? Maybe we can go out for coffee,” I suggest. She clearly isn’t a puck bunny which is a relief.
“That sounds nice,” she says. She gives me her number which is the easy part for me. I know how to get a date. I even know how to hook up with a date but it’s making the home run so to speak that makes me take pause. This time I need to make sure to hit the ball out of the park. It is weird that I am making baseball analogies when I don’t play baseball but something about going all the way makes me tense up and I say weird shit.
“Well, I better get back to work. My boss is the niece of the house manager here. She told us all to make sure everything goes by without a hitch. I don’t want her to think I am slacking off but before I go you should really try those fudge bites. They are the most orgasmic thing I’ve ever tried.” Her brown eyes light up and I am guessing her word choice was purposeful. Orgasmic as in orgasm as in sex.
I clear my throat and give her a sheepish grin. Then I pop one of the fudge bites in my mouth.
“Holy shit that is good,” I moan.
Taylor laughs.
“Now I know what you’ll sound like when you come,” she laughs. “Have a good night Kaleb.”
Holy shit.
She isn’t the first girl to expect me to take her to bed. They mostly get disappointed when I don’t. Some of them get angry which isn’t pleasant at all. Maybe I just want to get to really know a girl before I take her to bed. Get to know what makes her tic and what puts a smile on her face. I also want to know that someone is with me for who I am and not what I do.
“You too, Taylor. I’ll be in touch.” She walks off swaying her fine ass and it does look fine in her fitted dress pants that hug her butt just right.
I sigh when she is far enough away. She’s pretty, sweet and forward. I don’t know that I like forward but I always find faults with the women I meet. I need to give Taylor a chance. I am very attracted to her looks so getting to know her should be a piece of cake. Thinking of cake now makes me feel nauseous. I’ve had too much sugar. I have to stop.
I walk over to the guys. Brett is standing around with Matt, Aaron, Liam, Evan and Wolfe.
“I got her number. You all need to take a chill pill,” I say to the guys.
Brett begins to cheer. “Told you he’d get the number. I totally helped you by going over there, right?”
“Dude, you didn’t help me. You made me look incompetent,” I say to him.
He frowns. “That’s just not true.”
“It is true,” I confirm. “You got to let me do things my way.”
I know he’s looking out for me because we grew up as neighbors and I was friends with his younger brother.
“Your way isn’t getting the job done,” he deadpans.
I give him the stink eye. Not everyone on the team knows about my predicament and I prefer to keep it that way.
“Dude the guy has a new chick on his arm every other week,” Matt reminds.
“Exactly, I don’t need your help,” I give Brett’s shoulder a squeeze. I know he means well. As the oldest child in his family with a father who was absent Brett constantly feels like he needs to protect everyone around him.
As the older brother in my family, I get where his overprotectiveness stems from. Mom divorced my dad when I was eight. He was a professional hockey player who cheated on her. Mom then married a guy named Ryan and had my sister Jane and my brother Jack. When she divorced Ryan, she promised she was done with men but then she met Calder and married him. He was another loser and it was me who was there to pick up the pieces of her broken heart when she’d fall apart and couldn’t do anything around the house like take care of my siblings.
Most of the guys go off to dance. They are friends with Ellie the brides friends. Brett sticks by me. “Aren’t you going to dance?”
“Nah,” he shrugs. “Have you seen Willow?” he asks of Ellie’s good friend.
