Page 28 of White Pawn
Chapter Eighteen
Justin
“Starboy”- The Weeknd
Marisa: Want to get dinner?And then attached to that text is a picture of Marisa, completely nude. My dick swells a touch and I reach down to readjust myself.
She’s stepping out of her apartment right when I walk up. She has on this little white dress that’s blowing in the breeze, showing just enough of her thighs to make dirty thoughts swirl in my head. She skips down the steps, smiling. “You look cute,” she says.
“Aw, exactly what I’ve always wanted.Cute.”
“Shut up,” she shoves me and I grab onto her arm, looping it through mine, and I can’t help but think that this is actually nice. Being with someone. Walking with someone...
“You ever been to Elmo’s?” I ask.
“Nope.”
“Ah, it’s so good. They have this massive burger. Fuck me…” I glance down and she is as stone-faced as a pretty girl can get. “Jesus, you have that resting bitch face down, don’t you?”
She glances up and bats her eyes, a slight smirk playing over her lips. “Yep.” I grab the door to the restaurant, holding it open for her. “And they say chivalry is dead,” she says with a laugh as she ducks underneath my arm.
“I’m a gentleman if ever there was one.”
“Right.”
We’re shown to a booth and just as I take a seat, I notice Amy at the table behind us with some redheaded chick. I pick up the menu and open it, attempting to hide my face. “The soyaki salmon is fucking great.”
“You gonna have a drink?” Marisa asks.
“Of course.”
The waiter stops by and takes our order, and when he walks off, I see Amy staring at me. I quickly look away and reach across the table, grabbing Marisa’s hand. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
She smiles. “Thanks.”
“Did Pam get in touch with you about the signing in South Beach? She said she had a table for you.”
“Yeah, she did. Do you already have a room?”
“Yeah, and you’re staying with me.”
And then... “Justin?” I glance up to see Amy beside the table, all hips and tiny waist and green eyes and innocent smile. “Imagine running into you.” She glances at Marisa, then back at me, still smiling. “Is this your... your girlfriend?”
Marisa’s scrolling her phone, not even paying attention. You’ve got to be kidding me? Most women would be seething, nostrils flaring while they attempt to rein in their hormones. “Oh, uh, nah. Amy, this is Marisa,” and I’m about to say something that will get under Marisa’s skin like nothing else will, “mydearfriend.”
Marisa glances up, smiling at Amy. “Nice to meet you.” SheshakesAmy’s hand. “Justin’s a great guy,” she says, then goes right back to her phone.
“Yeah... ” Amy bats her eyes at me. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Maybe we can have coffee again?”
I cringe at that comment. “Yeah, sure,” I say and smile as she heads back to her seat.
I tap my fingers over the table and stare at Marisa. “That didn’t bother you, did it?”
“What? Her…” she shakes her head, “Oh, no, why would it?”
“I don’t know, shit like that usually makes women lose it.”
“Yep, well,” she drops her phone to the table, “I’m not most girls, babe.”
Fuck me. I should revel in this. I should like the fact that it seems I could do nothing to get a rise out of this girl…I should be excited I found a hot chick that wants to use me as a fuck buddy instead of trying to pin me down and get knocked up... but for some reason, it bothers the shit out of me. I want her to be jealous. I want her to want me to the point she’ll do the crazy shit all girls do. I feel like I’m losing, so I guess I’ll just need to step up this game. Take it to the next level. If there’s one things girls don’t handle well, it’s thinking they aren’t in first place.
