Page 36 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“For the record I’m not interested in asking Rick out. Nothing could ever come of it. It would be pointless.”
”Why? Because he works in a bar?” His tone edges on snide.
“Fuck you! Is that what you think of me?” I come from less than Liam’s ever had. I don’t give a fuck where someone works or what they do for a living. “And no, it’s not because he works in a bar. It’s because I’m only here for five weeks and I’m incapable of casual relationships, and that’s all it could be. Also, while I think Rick is objectively attractive, I’m not attracted to him. No offense, Rick,” I shoot in his direction. He hasn’t moved an inch since Liam came over. That’s a small town for you.
“None taken.” Rick tips two fingers off the top of his head towards me, in mock salute.
“You don’t do casual relationships. So is that why you wouldn’t go out with me, again?” Liam asks.What the fuck?
“If you have to know, I didn’t say yes to going out with you because I can’t have my heart shattered,again. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to eat my meal now. I know you’re probably not used to your stick-thin, supermodel girls eating. Just another reason why we,” I use my hands to motion between the two of us, “would never work.”
He grabs my wrist firmly in his hand and says, “don’t do that. You’re right that you’re nothing like the girls I’ve dated.” His tone is deadly serious. “You’re better.”
I wasn’t expecting that.I suck in a sharp inhale in shock.
“And you’re fucking gorgeous, don’t do that.” He’s still holding my wrist in his hand, and I’m just staring at him, stupefied.
“Sorry,” and he releases my hand. I drop it slowly to my lap. “Rick, can you add Britain’s stuff to my tab?”
“I don’t need you to do that,” I say to him, but he’s already walking away from me.
“Oh,I knowyou don’t need me to.” He doesn’t even turn around as he says it.
“Fuck me,” I whisper
“I think if you just asked him to, he would,” Rick says.Fucking small towns.
“Thanks, Rick.” I give a fake smile, “Can I open a new tab? I’d like to buy the whole bottle of Blanton’s, to go.”
“Uh huh, I got you.”
“Also, can I get a box? The food looks amazing, but I seem to have lost my appetite.”
“No problem, sweetheart.”
When I get back to the house, I slip my box in the microwave, grab my “Spearhead” wine Yeti, the quilt off the bed, and the bottle of Blanton’s. I make my way to the back deck. It’s technically shared space with Liam’s house, but it didn’t look like he was planning on leaving the bar anytime soon.
I curl up in an Adirondack chair, setting my phone on one arm, and my cup and Blanton’s on the other. I just sit there in silence, staring at the lake, and the stars. You can see so many out here right now. I’m sipping on my bourbon, and I would be thoroughly enjoying the moment, except I can’t stop thinking about Liam. And what he said.
I definitely made some assumptions about him, if what he just told me was true. But even so, I don’t know that I’d be down for just a couple weeks of dating. He certainly doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, but I just know myself. In five weeks, I’d probably be in love. I fall fast, always have. And then what? That’s what I can’t seem to reconcile.Then what?
I turn my phone over and check the time, it’s already 10:30.Ugh, I’ve been out here a lot longer than I thought. I grab all my stuff and head back in. I should probably eat something so I don’t wake up hating my life.
Liam’s car still isn’t home. I don’t know why I always check; what if he was? It’s not like I’m going to walk over there and knock on his door, though I’ve been tempted. I trudge up the steps dropping everything in the small entry, too tired and too buzzed to care. I turn on the microwave to warm up my food and head to the bedroom to put on some pajamas.
I slide open the drawer and see the pink and lace negligee from Jess at the bottom. It’s probably the buzz, but why not? I can still feel pretty and wanted even if there’s no one to see it. I strip down and slide it on. The silk feels amazing against my chilled skin.
I snag a glance in the full-length mirror before leaving the room. I look good. Maybe not supermodel good, but definitelynatural modelgood, and that’s got to count for something, right?
I grab my box out of the microwave and head into the small living room, I haven’t even sat down when my phone pings.
Liam
You need to close your windows, Bambi.
My cheeks start to burn. God, the thought of him seeing me in this gets me wet instantly. I stand up to go close the windows, but I stop midway. No, screw that.
Britain
