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“I didn’t know you were at the Country Dairy.” Adam steps in from the side, holding a can of ginger ale. The kid doesn’t drink either. How appropriate of him. “I volunteer there a couple times a month. I’m surprised I haven’t run into you.”
Of course he fucking volunteers. I swallow hard and turn back toward the kitchen, desperate to compose myself. They can have their stupid conversation about fucking cows or whatever the hell they’re talking about.
Why the hell did I come here?
Though I’m not entirely listening through the breezeway, it’s hard not to hear the awkward conversation they continue to have.
Poppy isn’t saying much to him either. Maybe she’s in a weird mood tonight. I know the holidays are hard for her and Wayne.
Adam, however, doesn’t quit. “Did you know that dairy cows produce six to eight gallons of milk a day?”
Oh my god! This guy has no idea how to talk to a woman, let alone a woman on a first date. Ask her about herself. Compliment her. Say… anything that’s more exciting than dairy cow facts.
I resist the urge to show her how a real date should go, because again, I’m an old man and they’re young people, doing what young people do.
Shaking my head, I sit at the dining room table as the doorbell rings again. I’m sure I should go out there and talk, but I need a second.
I’d prepared myself to see Poppy, but I wasn’t ready to see her with another man.
The kitchen door swings open, and like a warm breath of air, she’s standing alone with me in the kitchen. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are pursed. “Where’s that bottle of tequila?”
“Fridge.”
She nods and swings open the door, her round ass pushing out as she bends forward. She’s fucking gorgeous.
I watch carefully as she pops open the bottle and swigs, her long hair draping down her back as her throat moves.
“Rough day?”
“Nope. Rough month, maybe. Rough life…”
“Well then, drink up.”
She takes another swig. “I don’t know how I got roped into this.”
“Into what?”
“A date with Adam. He’s out there explaining how light bulbs work.”
I stand from the table and grin. I want to look concerned, but I can feel my truth radiating from my eyes. I’m happy she isn’t into him. “I’m sure he’s a nice guy.”
“He’s nice alright. What about you? Why are you here? Doesn’t your family have some big, huge Christmas party this weekend? How long are you in town?” It’s more words than she’s said to me in ages.
“Not this weekend. They do it closer to Christmas. I’m here through January and then I go back to the city.”
“The city… how’s all that going?” Her pretty lips wrap around the bottle, and she chugs another sip.
“Still trying to take over the world. I’d say I’m halfway there.”
“I bet that outfit is really throwing your city friends for a loop.Wasn’t he supposed to be some genius businessman?”She bites back a smile.
“Okay, now you’re hurting my feelings.” I take the bottle from her hands. “That’s enough for you.”
“Oh no… hand it back. I’ve only taken two sips. That’s less than a shot. I need more if I’m going to get through tonight.” She reaches out but I hold the bottle up, playing keep away until she’s backed against the kitchen wall, reaching up high. I’m so fucking close to her that my cock could reach out and touch her. I could lean into her lips, as I brush her soft hair off her shoulder.
Her voice cracks as she says, “One more sip, then I’ll go back to the party. I promise.”
I stare at her for a long while, holding her gaze, then lower the bottle to her smooth lips and tilt slightly, watching as she suckles down the clear liquid.
