Page 91 of Enemies to Prom Dates
I texted her we’d won right after the game. That wasn’t obnoxious, right? I was allowed to impress my girlfriend.
“It was boring without you. I had nobody to tease, torment or make out with.”
“Really? Ed couldn’t have filled in as a solid substitute?”
“I’ve heard rumors he kisses like a fish. Just rumors, you understand.”
She giggled and it lightened my mood. “Get in the car, Bennet. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“Are we going back to the party?” she asked as she rounded the car and opened her door.
“I had other ideas,” I said calmly. “I was thinking about a game of baseball.”
“Baseball?” Her entire face scrunched up until she finally got it, then her expression got serious, and her mouth opened into an solid O. “Baseball. Yes, please.”
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“We’re parking?”
“We are parking,” I said as I pulled into a gravel spot, pleased that, while everyone was across town drinking at the other park, we were alone here at Westmont Park.
“Why can’t we just go to your house?”
I unbuckled my seatbelt and hit the button to move my seat back as far as it would go.
“Dad and Gigi are home. My parents are, for the most part, pretty cool but I’m not sure even my dad would not let me take you to my room while Gi was home.”
“You know, I was thinking about your parents…”
“Beth, I didn’t bring you here to talk about my parents.”
“I know but before we get to the good stuff, we should talk about this. I told you about my dad, about the money. Fitz, there is a good possibility my dad is a crook. Is that going to be a problem for your mom?”
Snorting, I shook my head. “You forget, Beth. This is Haddonfield. Home to the most white-collar crime per square foot in the country. What were the odds of me dating someone whose parent wasn’t a criminal?”
“Fitz, I’m serious.”
“So am I. Take off your pants.”
She pouted and it made me wonder how far away she was from me teaching her how to give me a blow job.
“Unless you’re wearing leggings. I can work with leggings on. If so, you can get in my lap.”
She acquiesced and scrambled over the low console until her legging-clad butt was in my lap. She had a pert little ass that was soft as hell. It was at this stage that I started repeating the wordpatiencein my head over and over again.
“Fitz, your mother needs to know the whole story. I’m willing to tell her.”
I cupped her chin. “You don’t know what happened to your dad, Beth.”
“I don’t want there to be any surprises. Being your girlfriend comes with responsibilities. I’m aware of that. Not to mention wanting to make a good impression on your family.”
“My family has known you since you were kid. You honestly think you need to earn their approval?”
“They don’t know about my dad.”
I gave her a hard look and decided I had to tell her truth.
“I think you might be kidding yourself about what people are and are not saying about your dad.”
