Blaine: You can fix that, you know.
Me: Oh yeah? How?
Blaine: Well, I can think of many different ways.
Me: Hey there mister. I have innocent eyes.
Blaine: Didn’t seem that way the other night, lol.
Me: You seduced me.
Blaine: I’m pretty sure it was the other way around.
I laughed reading the text, thinking about how drunk I was and wondering if I looked even half as sexy as I felt. In my sober mind, I figured I looked like a bumbling idiot, trying to dance, and falling all over the place. Either Blaine liked clowns, or I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was. Either way, I loved his little flirty texts, and I was happy to have someone like him to take away my boredom as I babysat my father on a Saturday night. Maybe one day, he could come over and watch movies with me while we were there.
Blaine: If you don’t choose a place or time to see me, I’m going to come over there right now and torture you with an endless bout of tickling.
Me: Oh no! Okay okay, I relent. Pick me up at two tomorrow.
Blaine: And where is it that I am taking you, milady?
Me: Lol. To the zoo. It’s one of my favorite places.
Blaine: Perfect. Then I will see you at two, beautiful. Have sweet dreams tonight.
Me: You too, handsome.
I shook my head, smiling and looking up at my father who hadn’t noticed a thing. I sighed and grabbed a blanket, posting up on the couch until bedtime for my normal Saturday night movie marathon. I used to be so jealous of my friends on these kinds of nights. They were out there, partying it up, getting crazy, going on dates, and just having a normal life. Instead, I was twenty-eight, sitting on the couch, and babysitting my father so he didn’t get himself in trouble with the wrong people. I knew roles were supposed to reverse when parents got older and children grew up, but I didn’t think it would happen quite this soon. I rested my head on the back of the couch and hit play on the DVD, having decided on a slew of romantic comedies to keep me occupied. If I couldn’t keep Blaine off my mind, I might as well give in to the fantasy and fill my night with hopeful love stories.
Several hours later, my father went to bed, and I locked up the house and hid the car keys. At least if I did that, I would hear him searching for them, and he never was very discreet. I told my father goodnight and shut myself in my bedroom. As I changed into my nightgown, I closed my eyes and listened to the ocean through the open window. That was always something I felt so lucky to have, the ocean across the street. I knew people paid millions for oceanfront property, and I had been lucky enough to take over my parents’ place, which had been my grandmother’s before that. I could remember so many nights lying awake in bed as a little girl, listening to the waves. Now, though, I was lying awake in bed thinking about Blaine.
I wasn’t sure what he saw in me. Sure, I took decent care of myself, always had p
ride in my appearance, and was incredibly dedicated to being a good person, but I was a nobody. I was a lonely little school teacher in West Palm Beach, with an addicted father and a runaway mother. I didn’t have anything but time to offer Blaine, and with the current situation I was in, I didn’t even really have that much time. He had come from an affluent family and affluent community, something I knew little to nothing about. Still, despite all those fears and doubts, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky, for the first time ever, that I was in that bar that night.
I pushed away all the doubts and laid my head down on the pillow, pulling the blanket to my waist and curling into a ball. I let the feel and look of Blaine’s tight muscular body run through my thoughts. He was so sexy and tan, and his blonde hair and blue eyes added to that rich, bad boy charm. I could tell he was used to getting what he wanted, and the difference in his personality the first night versus today was telling. He wanted to be around me, and it wasn’t just the chase. Hell, he already caught me once. He could literally go to a bar and pick up anyone he wanted, but instead, he was negotiating a date with me and taking me to see all the fuzzy animals at the local zoo. I couldn’t imagine it was a place he frequented on a regular basis.
I wondered what it was like to wake up next to him in the morning, his arms wrapped tightly around me. He had left the other night right after sex so that we wouldn’t wake my father, but I really wanted him to stay. I wanted to wake up in his warm strong arms, his body pressed against mine. I wanted him to wake me up with the big, hard cock he had filled me up with. I sighed as I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep with visions of Blaine’s body running wild through my soul. That man had me hooked.
Chapter 7
Blaine
I was more than excited to get to Josie’s for our date. I had been up most of the night thinking about her, wondering where all the walls I had built went. Apparently, from the first time I laid eyes on her, they’d all come crumbling down. But I wasn’t scared about it anymore, and I knew that I had to give in and see where this all went. This girl was amazing in every way that I could imagine, and I wasn’t going to let my past dictate my future anymore. I pulled up out front of her house and got out of the car, feeling waves of nerves and excitement billow through my chest. I knocked hard on the door and waited, expecting her father to answer. To my surprise when the door opened, Josie was standing there, looking sweet as always. She invited me in so she could grab her bag, and I looked around for Pops, but he was nowhere to be seen. I figured maybe he was in his room, locked away from the poker for a few hours.
When she came back out, she was gleaming, smiling from ear to ear. Her gorgeous dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her makeup was subtle and illuminating, and she was wearing jeans and v-neck shirt that showed just a hint of that amazing cleavage I knew she had hidden under there. It took everything in me not to cancel the zoo trip and jump her right there in the living room. We left the house and climbed into my car, putting the top down on the gorgeous September day. It was almost fall, but you couldn’t tell for a second out here in sunny Florida.
I usually hated crowds, especially crowds of children, so to say I wasn’t excited about the zoo would be an understatement. However, I couldn’t help but feel content and happy at the look on Josie’s face. She was so adorable at the zoo, just like one of the kids. She pulled me from cage to cage, exploding with excitement when one of the furry, adorable animals stuck its head up. It seemed they liked her as much as I did because every time we went up to an enclosure, all the animals’ eyes were on her. There was even a moment where a small baby monkey played on the edge of the cage where she was standing. Her enthusiasm was catching, and I found myself having a really good time with her by my side. The way she interacted with the animals and the children made me realize why she was a school teacher. I could imagine she was probably a pretty damn amazing one, at that. We bought elephant hats and walked around laughing at each other and eating ice cream. It was like a perfect day I never imagined I would be included in.
When we were done at the zoo, we were both starving, so I drove us to dinner at an upscale beachside restaurant that I had been to with my parents when I was graduating high school. The place was beautiful, but the views and the sounds of the waves were what I came there for. After we had ordered and the wine had been poured, we sat back, looking out over the ocean. The sun was setting, and the sky was a mix of oranges and blues. It was absolutely stunning, not to mention the scenery on the other side of the table was pretty fantastic, too. I could tell she was thinking about something as I watched her run her finger around the top of her glass.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“The future,” she said, sighing. “I was just thinking about all the things I want to do, if my dad gets better that is.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked curiously. “Like what? Tell me about your dreams.”
“I want to start a non-profit,” she said, smiling. “As a teacher, I see kids from all walks of life. As a teacher in West Palm Beach, I see children that don’t have anything. They come to school without supplies, clean clothes, shoes that fit, and a whole slew of other things. As teachers, we try to do what we can to help, and we give our kids what they need to be academically successful, but we all know those aren’t the only factors that come into play. It’s hard to learn when your shoes hurt your feet or you come to school hungry and cold. I want the non-profit to raise money to donate to these kids. I don’t want to donate money to them. I want to donate the supplies, clothes, food, and whatever they need to have a healthy and bright start in their education. Otherwise, we will have another generation of dropouts, high crime rates, and poverty. We have to break the cycle somewhere.”