Page 12 of Just for Fun
“What did you do with the pizza guy?” I’m only half joking, but my suspicions are proven correct when she her eyes go around nervously.
“Uh, I… He… What do you mean?”
Now I’m a little worried that I ended up with a crazy stalker on my hands. At least she’s hot, I tell myself.
“I’m ten seconds away from calling over there to check what the deal is,” I tell her. “That’ll be followed by a call to the police.” I notice her taking her a small step back. “Your face is all over my security system by now, so locating you shouldn’t be hard.”
Her shoulders sag, and she looks deflated. “I was at the pizza place when your order came through,” she confesses. “My friend, Corinne, was there with me. She told me about the night you spent with her, and she dared me to hit on you. I was hoping…”
My eyebrows go up in surprise at everything she’s telling me. I have to admit that it’s smart the way she went about it.
“How did you or Corinne know where I live?”
She shrugs. “That part was easy. We waited until we saw your order being ready for delivery. Then, I walked up to the counter and told them it was for me and that I changed my mind about delivery. They just handed it over, and your address was on the sticker.”
I snort in amusement. I spent a lot of time erasing my presence off the internet only for a couple of random college girls to crack the code with hardly any effort.
“I’m impressed,” I tell her. “Very creative, and that’s something I always appreciate in people.”
My words give her courage. She takes two steps forward, the tips of her shoes almost touching my bare toes. She lifts a finger and runs the tip up my chest, then back down. Once again, I am briefly tempted to invite her in, but then I remind myself that my first impression of her was that she would be too young for me.
“Notthatimpressed,” I say just as my hand wraps gently around her wrist. “Thank you for delivering the pizza. Please don’t show up unannounced or tell your friends to show up unannounced. I was not joking about the security system.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I almost grown at the picture she makes. Damn me and my morals.
“Have a great night.”
She takes the hint and finally looks like she’s about to walk out. But then, right before stepping over the threshold, she stops and turns back around to face me.
“Here’s my number in case your plans change.” She slaps her hand over the pizza box in my hand, revealing a piece of paper. “And I’ll take a kiss.”
She lifts herself on the tips of her toes and sticks a hand into my wet hair, pulling me down to her mouth before I have a chance to react. Her tongue licks at my surprised lips, and I almost open up for her, but then I realize what I’m doing.
I push her away from me. “I appreciate you being a go getter, but it’s a no for me.”
She licks her lips again before grinning from ear to ear and finally leaving. I close the door, letting out a long breath of air.
“What the fuck,” I laugh.
I have no idea what I am more surprised about, the fact that she was so forthcoming, or the fact that I said no to her obvious invitation. Once thing I do know for certain. She would not be a good choice to bring to my friends’ wedding, which reminds me that I have to get on theHolidatesapp and start the process of finding a decent date.
My friends are right. I don’t attract any nice girls. Not that the party girls are not nice girls, but the party girls I hang out with would not be the type to bring home to your mother. And that’s the type of girl I need to find for my date.
Time to get to work.
FIVE
Zara
“How’s thehunt for a date going?” Owen teases me. The smirk on his face speaks volumes. He doesn’t think I’m even looking.
I finish chewing the bite of food in my mouth, never losing any eye contact with him.
“It’s going great,” I say. “I have narrowed it down to five possible candidates. I made a list with the pros and cons for each one, along with any possible questions I need to ask during the interview process.”
Owen, who just threw a handful of fries in his mouth, chokes in an instant. His face becomes red as he coughs it all out while hitting a fist against his chest.
“I don’t know Heimlich,” I say once he’s calmed down. “Please don’t have any episodes like that around me. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
