Friday, December 28, 2007

"Just put me in the trunk..."

"...and throw me some food now and then," he said. He was leaning on my table again, begging me to take him back to Colorado with me.

"Believe me," I said, keeping my voice low. "I'd love to take you back with me, if I could. But the airline might object."

"Ah, you didn't drive here. Damn."

This was an all-day theme, him wanting to return to Colorado with me.

He leaned in and whispered. "Then again, what good am I to you in Colorado if I can't last more than a minute?"

Oh, but I get ahead of myself....

We'd made a breakfast date, but would have less than an hour before he had to be at work. "What would you like?" he asked. "And no request is too small! I can Riverdance and do the Robot, so ask for anything."

I grinned a devilish grin, and he chuckled back at me. We ate muffins and chatted, exchanging innuendos. To be honest, dear diary, I have never been an effective flirt. Until this week. For some reason, it flows naturally with this guy.

His kiss is sweet, but urgent. It's like he can feel the clock ticking until I'm gone, and he has too much to communicate at once. Time is of the essence to him.

I let him walk me to my room. He is taller than me. Broad-shouldered. A tattoo on each arm - emblems for Batman and the Green Lantern. Strong arms, which makes a strong embrace.
He nuzzles my neck, inhales the scent in my hair. "Do you want me," he whispers into my ear, but doesn't wait for my answer. "I've wanted you since I saw you."

My answer is clear, but time is short. His urgency is overpowering. He tries to contain it, but I assure him, it's all right. Later, leaning on my table, he apologizes. "It's not fair," he laments. "You're just too effing hot."

I just laugh, and blush. That's not a term I'm accustomed to hearing about myself. He laughs, too, and gives me an affectionate nudge before his boss can see him being too familiar with the customers. I need to clue him in that I've covered his ass already, saying I already know him from his Colorado days.

We'll try to meet again tomorrow.


Sassy Lucy said...

Sweet....makes me miss those courting days...listen to me I sound like I am ancient at 37.

holly said...

this was way more exciting than *my* friday. . .

Blogget Jones said...

LOL Lucy! I'm 39.... I do wonder how old this dear boy thinks I am!

Holly: It was certainly unexpected for me.... LOL