Page 47 of Fang
“You have to go,” she says knowingly.
“Yeah, looks like it.”
Reluctantly she pulls herself out of my arms and stands.
“Thanks for lunch,” she says as I get up.
“Of course. Don’t study too hard, okay?” I tell her.
“I’ll try not to.”
When she goes to step away, I grab her and pull her close. Her breath catches, making me smile against the top of her head. I close the distance and kiss her hair before pulling back. It’s not where I want to kiss her, but it will do for now.
When I pull back, her cheeks are rosy. “I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.”
Only when she starts to walk away do I smile.
Well, shit, it looks like I have a date to plan.
Why am I doing this again?
It’s the same question I have been asking myself for the past hour. Nothing I have seems like it is date-worthy. At least, not what I imagine to be date-worthy with my only knowledge of dates being movies and television shows.
Oh god. I need to cancel.
That’s the other thought in my head. I need to cancel. Why did I think it was smart to have a first date with a man like Fang? He’s so attractive and has a motorcycle. He’s a member of one of the most notorious MC clubs in the area. He’s a bad boy times ten.
I am not good enough for him.
He is going to want someone who is sexually free. A woman who is badass and knows what she wants. He isn’t going to like little ol’ insecure me. This date is going to show him how inexperienced I truly am.
I have no idea what I am doing.
I look back through my clothes once more. I don’t have anything remotely sexy that isn’t a costume for work.
I should have gone shopping.
I don’t have time now.
Pulling on my tightest pair of jeans, I pair it with one of my vintage concert T-shirts I was able to snag from the thrift shop. I don’t look like I’m going on a date, but it’s the best I can do.
Maybe he will see me and decide he doesn’t want to go out.
The thought both devastates yet relieves me.
I am a mess.
My heart starts to race as I watch the clock tick. I’ve gone with a more neutral makeup tone for the night. He’s seen me in full makeup, so now I want to show him who I am when I’m not at the club.
Looking at my shoe options, I settle on a small pair of ankle boots that I was able to get secondhand. I’ve worn them on stage a few times, but they are comfy and I can move in them.
Once I have them zipped, I look over myself once more in the mirror I hung above my desk. I can’t see my whole outfit, but I’m happy with what I see.
I start to pace as I wait for Fang to arrive.
What if he stands me up?
