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Beau is devouring a grilled turkey sandwich quickly.
"So, where'd you grow up?" I ask before shoving a pickle in my mouth to stop the rapid-fire string of questions that I want to ask.
He doesn't even hesitate in answering, "Lake Tahoe." I sigh, already feeling better in the tiny bit of knowledge I learn about him.
I continue, "Is your family still there?"
"It's just my mom and dad, but yes, they won't ever leave," He smiles fondly.
With no pickle to stop me, out comes a series of questions, "What made you chose New York? When you decide to start over? Wait do you even live here, or just visiting?" I continue on, silently asking myself, what if he's not staying? Could be just trying to get work? What will happen if he leaves?
Beau wipes his mouth with a napkin, "I'm here for now." My heart drops a little, but he keeps going. "I wanted the anonymity of the city. I was hoping to get lost in the crowd." His reply sounds mostly honest, but a little vague. The vagueness of it has me questioning.
"What kind of work did you do?" He looks over at me and grins.
"Are we playing twenty questions?" He seemed bothered by it, so I tell him the truth.
"You know pretty much everything there is to know about me, so I’m just trying to balance the scales." I say.
He doesn't say anything else but reaches over me to snatch my other pickle.
“Hey!” I cry. He chuckles as he crunches down on it, juice dribbling down his chin. I throw my napkin at him, and snark, “Such a gentleman.”
The afternoon goes by quietly. I don't know what to do with him still here. My music is still playing softly in the background. He's looked at his phone a few times but doesn’t seem too urgent to leave anytime soon. What to do?
I move back to the sofa and sit, "So did you want to watch a movie or something? I have the last couple episodes of Top Shot DVRed. I don't really watch much TV."
He looks leery when he asks, "What's Top Shot?"
"It's a marksmen reality show. They bring a bunch of snipers and competitive shooters together and test their skills in crazy cool ways."
"And that's something you enjoy watching, my little librarian?" He grins.
I scrunch up my nose, "I kinda love it. Total guilt pleasure. I found it by accident. I’m more of a reader, ya know?” I acknowledge the little pet name, “I turn the TV on sometimes for the noise.” He nods along following, “One day I look up and see these guys riding down a zip line with guns and shooting at exploding targets. I've been hooked ever since." I end the description with a shrug of my shoulders.
Beau laughs and shakes his head, "Unbelievable."
"What? It's awesome. I totally want to be like them when I grow up." I fold my arms across my chest in a childish gesture.
He eyes me mischievously, "I'm pretty sure you're all grown up." His eyes lock onto my chest. I unfold my arms, wondering if he would do more than look.
His eyes linger as they lead back to my face. I can feel a trail of heat from his gaze on my skin. He picks up his drink, tilting his head back as he downs the whole thing. I watch his Adam's apple bob twice. I grab my own glass and take a few sips before setting it down.
Beau grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. My body turns automatically so my knees are angled towards him. His big palm lands on my lower hip, his fingers wrapping around to graze my butt. He urges me closer to his lap. I can suddenly imagine my size fourteen ass, heavy on his thighs.
Not a positive picture.
His hand grabs around the back of one of my knees and he whispers, "Come over here sweets." I can’t think of my ass at a time like this!
His hand slides up my thigh, cupping my hip. I give in. I hover over him straddling his thighs with a little hesitation. My face above his, he tips his head back to get a better look of me.
He must sense my nerves because he says, "We won't do anything you're not ready for. You're running the show Sammy." He squeezes my hips to emphasis my position on top, pauses for a breath, then says, "For now."
I've only had sex twice in my life, closer to one and a half times, but I have never reacted to it the way I react to his little promise.
My heart is beating fast with nerves, but mostly excitement. My hand shakes when he places it over his heart.
