As I pictured him getting naked, I squirmed in my seat, and heat flooded my system again. I’d barely known this guy for ten minutes, and I was already considering letting him do all sorts of wild things to me. What the hell was wrong with me? This wasn’t like me at all. It was as if being around him had turned me into some sort of sex-crazed maniac all within the space of a few moments.
I suddenly realized that I hadn’t replied in almost thirty seconds now. “Uh…sounds great,” I squeaked, dropping my gaze to the table out of embarrassment.
He grinned. “You okay, Rory? You seem kinda scared. You’re not scared of me, are you?”
He mimed roaring like a lion, and I shook my head. “Of course not,” I said. Liar.
Of course I was scared. Who wouldn’t be a little frightened when such a hottie was making it all-too apparent that he wanted to screw them in the not-too-distant future? I was already worrying about how it would turn out if I went through with it. I hadn’t been with someone in so long—what if I’d forgotten how to have sex, and I choked and simply lay there like a dead starfish? What if he left afterwards and never spoke to me again?#p#分页标题#e#
Urgh, no, I had to stop being so self-deprecating. Things never turned out how people imagined them to be, but that didn’t mean they turned to be bad in every case. Just because I wasn’t the most experienced girl didn’t automatically make me terrible in bed, and just because this guy wanted me to sleep with him didn’t automatically make him an asshole who’d never speak to me again afterwards. It just made him a typical horny guy, and honestly, after being around him for a while, I was horny as hell too. It would be hypocritical of me to assume he was a prick purely for wanting sex, considering how badly I wanted it from him at the same time.
To be fair, everything about him screamed ‘playboy’ from head to toe, so it wasn’t all that surprising that I was a little worried about being left high and dry. With all the tattoos, wild dark hair and general bad-boy looks, I would never have pegged him for the dating type upon first glance, but Dana had been adamant that Ben was a decent guy who was looking for a long-term relationship.
I guess I had to wait and see how it went. Besides, just because we both wanted each other didn’t mean we had to hook up on the first date. I was fully capable of exerting self-control.
Famous last words.
His hand slid further up my leg, and all my self-control immediately flew out the window.
Screw it. I wanted to screw him. Who cared if I wasn’t usually like this? There was something here, and we could both feel it. Deep down, I knew this date was going to end with a lot more than a chaste hug and an awkward goodnight peck on the cheek.
That is, until that girl walked in.
Ben and I had been having a lot of fun chatting over our drinks for about an hour and a half at this point—getting to know more about each other’s likes, dislikes, ambitions and general interests—when all of a sudden, a tall redheaded girl sashayed into Clancy’s. Despite how into Ben I was, I noticed the girl out of the corner of my eye because it was hard to miss such an imposing figure, especially in the black leather six-inch heeled boots she was wearing.
Her eyes narrowed when she spied Ben and me sitting at our table, and she began to march towards us.
“I’m having a really great time with you, Rory, but I’ve gotta be honest with you about something,” Ben said. “I’m not really—“
He was stopped short by the redheaded girl arriving at our table. “What the hell are you doing here with this slut?” she screeched, slamming her hand down on the table.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, and Ben looked up. “What the fuck, Candice?” he growled. “What are you doing here?”
Practically everyone in the place had turned a curious eye to our table now. The girl, who I now knew was named Candice, turned her attention to me, green eyes lit with rage. “Did you know he already had a girlfriend, little whore?” she asked, practically spitting the words at me.
“Excuse me?” I said, my eyes wide.
Surely this was some sort of crazy woman. Then again, if she was just some random nutjob, how did Ben know her name? Also, just before we’d been interrupted, he’d told me that he had to be honest with me about something, and then he’d said that he wasn’t really…what?
Wasn’t really single?
Oh, crap. Please, no. I liked this guy, even though we’d only known each other for just over an hour, and if he was actually a cheating playboy prick, I was going to be more than a little upset.