Page 32 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“It’s okay. He’s in remission right now so things are looking up. When Jenny and Drew said they were going out tonight and had a pretty friend I could dance with, I couldn’t help but agree to come out. I needed the release, you know?”
“I do. I’m glad you met up with us,” I said, touching his thigh instinctively. The movement shocked him for a second but then he softened toward me and tugged on my shoulder.
I sat frozen. What the hell possessed me to touch his thigh? It was a rather bold move, one I’d never done before, so now I sat there, contemplating what I should do next. Should I remove my hand and place it in my lap? Should I stroke his thigh?No, don’t stroke his thigh,I warned my hand, who seemed to have a mind of its own. Stroking of the thigh would be way too bold and beyond creepy after only knowing the guy for two minutes. Instead, I lifted my hand, not making any stroking motion and quickly grabbed my purse on the table. The nerves were starting to get to me, and I was starting to feel itchy and needed to head to the bathroom.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I go to the ladies’ room?”
“Not at all,” he said while getting up. “When you get back, do you want to head out on the dance floor?” The vulnerability in his eyes cut to my very core. I nodded.
“I would love that.”
I turned from the booth and headed to the bathroom where there was a short line.
“One holer,” the lady in front of me called out with a seriously dark smoker’s voice.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, not quite understanding what she meant.
“There’s only one shitter in there. One holer. It’s going to be a while, toots.”
“Oh,” I said and shifted in place, casually pressing my purse against my itchy crotch to scratch it. It was better than my ape hand getting all down and crazy on my red brick road.
“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice said in my ear. I turned to see my handsome best friend standing next to me.
“Henry, what are you doing here?” I pulled him into a hug.
“Thought I would do a little swing dancing. Care to dance with me?”
“I can’t. I’m on a date, Henry, and I have to umm . . . throw some fairy dust on the red brick road.”
He looked at my crotch in confusion so I pulled out my baby powder from my purse and he nodded in understanding. He looked around and then pulled me by the hand out of line and straight into the men’s room.
He locked the door behind us and said, “Go ahead, do your business.”
I covered my mouth and nose and said, “Oh it smells like pee in here.”
“Good job, love. You recognize we’re in a small room with a pisser; now let’s do your business and get out of here.”
“I can’t when you’re looking at me.”
“Fine.” He turned and put his hands in his pocket giving me limited privacy.
For a moment, I took in his appearance. He was wearing fitted grey pants that were folded at the bottom, a pair of saddle shoes, and a checkered shirt with black tie. He looked beyond handsome, like always.
“Nice outfit.” I pulled up my skirt and started squirting baby powder in my underpants . . . the more the better.
“Thanks. I must say, Rosie, you look spectacular. Your tits are amazing in that dress.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Thanks, I guess.”
He laughed. “In all seriousness, you look beautiful, love.” I gulped from his compliment. The softness from his voice shot straight through me, making me wonder if he was starting to look at me in a different light.
Silence fell, and an unsettling tension formed between us. Was I crazy for thinking Henry actually might find me attractive? He was just being a friend, right?
I was so damn confused.
Clearing his throat, Henry asked, “You about done?”
“Yeah,” I replied and twisted the cap of the baby powder shut and stuffed it back in my purse.
