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Up close, David—and Jesus, I really have no memory of that name—looks older than I remember. To be fair, I don’t remember a lot. Just the two of us taking shots side by side for long enough that we started taking them together instead.
There are weathered lines on his face, and his hair is actually peppered with gray. Older men aren’t usually my type, but I can’t deny there’s something almost addictive about looking at this man. At David.
He’s looking at me with equal interest, though as my face is probably twisting into some lovesick expression at how handsome he is, David’s face is twisting into something akin to horror. I notice just in time to be offended before he shakes his head.
“Jesus,” he says. His eyes widen as if he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I frown. “What?”
“Just… you look younger today,” he winces. “Tell me you just look good for your age.”
“Um.” I bite my bottom lip. I grip the sheet tighter. “I’m twenty-five.”
David looks a little sick.
“David?” I venture.
“You should get rid of your lipstick. It ages you.” His eyes widen, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
I don’t know what I expected him to say, but it’s not that. It makes a bark of laughter come out of me, and his expression softens ever so slightly. Now, he’s just a pale off-white rather than a puce green.
“Thanks for the tip,” I say. “Little rude though.”
We wait awkwardly. He looks like he would rather be anywhere but here. IknowI would rather be anywhere but here. I really need to leave, but I am currently mostly naked, and I can’t just drop this sheet in the harsh light of day.
“I’ve… got work…” I say.
His eyes widen. “Right. Yes, of course.”
“So… if you could…” I make a spinning motion with my finger.
He moves so fast that I’m momentarily worried he’s given himself whiplash. His hand comes up to the back of his neck, and he rubs it awkwardly. I can see the skin turning redder between his fingers.
I dress quickly. I almost pull a muscle and I’m certain it’s not on correctly, but the important bits of my body get covered. I clear my throat, and David glances back at me.
“Hi,” he says. He’s blushing, and it’s… almost endearing.
“Hey,” I say. I know my face is beet red, but I’m pretty impressed I got the word out without messing up. “So, I’m gonna… go…”
“Your car,” he says.
I frown. “I was too drunk to drive,” I remember.
“We both were. We took my car service.”
Car service?Who has a car service? Rich people. Mafia people. Rich mafia people.
Surreptitiously, I look around the room to try and see if there are any signs of the mob. The room is artfully decorated, and it seems like just a regular man lives here.
I only watched the first season of theSopranos,though, so I don’t know for sure if that raises or lowers the suspension.
“They’ll drive you home,” he says.
My eyes widen. “I’m… I need my car. I’ve got to get to work.”
He frowned. “Quickly?” I nodded. “My driver will take you home and wait outside. He’ll take you to work.”
It’s a generous offer. It’s also one I should undoubtedly turn down—not only is it far too much, but it’s weird to accept rides from strangers, even if I technically did it last night.
