“What in the hell?” Erik mutters as we watch her.
She’s a pretty woman. Short and petite with her dark hair in a pixie cut, giving her an Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s sort of vibe. She’s wearing black yoga pants and an off-the-shoulder gray T-shirt. She moves gracefully even though she’s wearing flip-flops.
After she plops in the last flamingo, she turns to admire her work and that’s when she sees us on the front porch. She lifts an index finger to her lips with a sly smile, giving us the universal sign not to say anything.
She then pivots and trots back up to her porch where she disappears inside her house.
“Are you going to tell Legend?” I ask Erik as we stare at the bright flamingos.
Erik laughs. “No need to. He’ll know who did it. He’s had a running feud with his neighbor since he moved in.”
“She’s really pretty,” I observe.
“Yup,” he agrees. “It will be interesting to see how this plays out.”
“Yup. Very interesting.”Chapter 10ErikAfter a few hours at Legend’s party, Blue and I mutually decide to call it a night. She admitted to me that her feet were killing her in those boots and the costume was making her hot and sweaty. I’d very much like to see Blue hot and sweaty, but I’ll save it for another time.
Ultimately, I didn’t have a hard time calling it an early night for one very important reason: I know there’s going to be a lot more dates with Blue. I had an amazing time with her tonight and I want more amazing times.
This isn’t the first party I’ve brought a woman to. Just like Legend did tonight, or the way I did for the start of the season party, it’s not unusual to bring a hookup to a party. Show them a good time, let them hobnob with the famous athletes, and you know at the end of the night you’re going to get a hot thankful fuck out of it. You’ll repeat the same at a different function with a different girl.
When I’ve brought a woman to a function in the past, I don’t really hang out with her. I usually cut her loose to chat with others while I hang out with my buds. I’ll pay some attention to her every once in a while, but I’ve never been one that likes to just hang out with a woman.
Blue completely blows that way of dating out of the water. In fact, I didn’t want to be apart from her tonight. It just felt very right standing together as a couple, talking to people. Fuck…a few times she’d drift off a few feet to join a conversation and I sort of followed along like a lovesick puppy. Blue seemed neither offended nor overly gratified by my attention tonight. Instead, I’d say she felt just the same level of comfort that I did when we were holding hands or if I had my arm around her waist.
Add on to that, Blue is just a pure fucking joy to be around. She’s bright and witty and is one of those people that knows no strangers. She can talk about anything from politics to sports to crude jokes. She’s a good listener too, which makes people just want to open up to her. Several times tonight, I’d take note of the crowd around us and realize…they were gravitating to Blue. While she’s not one of those over-the-top, life-of-the-party type of people, she’s definitely a popular attraction, not only because she’s beautiful and sexy, but because she’s kind and inclusive as well.
Which means by the time I pull in front of her house, I’m so enamored with her that I really want to take her to bed. Lodge myself deep into her, hoping it will bring back all my memories of our first time together. The fact that her costume has had me fighting off an erection all night isn’t helping.
Our kiss on the front porch held so much fucking promise of the good to come, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her mouth and all the ways I can use it.
I turn the engine off and walk around to help Blue out of the car. She groans as her feet hit the sidewalk. “I should have worn tennis shoes tonight. I mean…let’s be serious. How could Catwoman truly even do superhero stuff in heels like this? It doesn’t make sense. She should be wearing a good pair of Nikes or something.”
I snort and take her by the hand, leading her slowly up the walkway. Even though she’s now practically hobbling because her feet are sore, she’s still sexy as fuck.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I tell her as we reach her front door. “Trade you a foot rub for a bottle of water before I go home.”