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She makes a small plate and offers me water. We sit to eat, and I can tell something’s different about her. She’s still quiet, but the light in her eyes is brighter.
“Tell me about last night. It must be quite a turn in plans to move a whole wedding to another state in just over a month.”
“Nope, we’re not talking about that. Today, it’s all about you.”
Wrong thing to say. She looks around the room nervously, setting her bagel down.
“I don’t really talk about myself much.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not really interesting,” she says softly.
My stomach clenches at the undeniable look of sadness on her face
“How about this. Let’s do question for question.”
She nods and releases the tension in her shoulders. When her eyes meet mine, they are clouded with apprehension.
“Where are you from?”
“Originally from Alabama. I moved here five years ago and will probably never leave. I love Nashville. Not to mention, my family is here.”
“I can totally understand that. Nashville’s a great place,” I agree with her.
“So when you called this morning, you mentioned being at work. What do you do?”
“I work for my dad in security. He owns a business with two distinct sides. One is more geared toward general corporate security, investigations, and research. This is where I work doing corporate analysis. The other side of the business focuses on high-profile security jobs. He provides a lot of protective security around town for concerts, special events, high-end parties, and once in a while, Finn and I work those gigs.”
“That sounds really exciting.”
“It can be. Dad also works with the government on special projects. Eventually, I’d like to be on that side of the business.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Can be. Depends on the situation.”
She opens her mouth, no doubt to ask another question, but I cut her off. “Tell me about your job.”
“You know what I do. I work in retail.”
I start to ask her to tell me more, but her phone rings and she rolls her eyes when she answers. “Hey.”
There’s mumbling that I can’t make out coming from the other end.
“Nah, I’m okay. But never in my life are you talking me into a blow job again.”
Her statement catches me off guard, and I start choking. She panics and starts beating my back.
“I have to go! No, t
hat’s the TV you hear. I’ll call you later.” She hangs up and continues to pat my back until I catch my breath.
“Sorry, your conversation shocked me.”
Heat creeps up her cheeks, and she starts laughing. “That sounded terrible! I meant a Blow Job shot! I’m never doing a Blow Job shot again!”
“So are you turned off from blow jobs for life?” I flirt, seeing how far I can push her.
