Page 35 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
After I controlled myself, I wiped my nose, and used some paper to wipe away any sort of access. I would just have to be an itchy beast. Better itchy then smoking vagina girl. I put my panties back on and flushed. I washed my hands as quickly as possible and practically ran back to the booth where Jenny, Drew, and Atticus were waiting for me.
“Sorry about that,” I sniffed as I felt some powder still linger from my sneeze attack.
“What’s under your nose?” Jenny asked, looking at me funny.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wiping my nose, feeling self-conscious in front of my date.
“It’s white.”
Atticus’s eyes shot open as I wiped away the evidence.
“Not sure, is it gone?”
“Yeah . . .” Jenny drawled out as they all stared at me.
I fidgeted in my stance, trying to contain the itch that fired down below. This night was not boding well for me, not even in the slightest.
“Umm, it’s getting late,” Atticus said, looking at his watch. “I should be going.”
He got up and waved bye to Jenny and Drew. He took one look at me and shook his head as he started to walk away.
What just happened?
I was so confused as to why he was leaving so abruptly. What di I . . . oh crap, and then it hit me. The white substance under my nose, the erratic leg movements, the bathroom trips . . . holy shit, he thought I was high.
“Atticus, wait,” I called out as I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “I can explain.”
“Rosie, I like you, but I’m not someone who can be strong enough to deal with an addiction.”
“That’s what I can explain.” I pressed my hands to my eyes and grimaced. “It’s baby powder. I was . . . umm, chafing before I came so I decided to use some baby powder to help. I apparently used too much and that’s what all the fog was around us, the baby powder kicking up. I went back to the bathroom to relieve some of it from its duties.”
Mortified. It was the only way to describe the way I felt, but I liked him and didn’t want him to just leave without explanation, especially since he thought I was some kind of drug addict. So I put on my big girl pants and explained everything, hoping he didn’t judge me.
“Baby powder?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Yes.” I pulled the little bottle out of my clutch and showed him. “See?” He carefully examined the bottle. “You can smell it, if you don’t believe me.”
“I believe you,” he said, his voice softening a little.
We stood there in silence for a second, before I said, “I have to tell you this is probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.” Besides getting a vibrator stuck in my vagina, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
He chuckled and said, “Well, it’s an interesting story, that’s for sure. How about we start over, get back out on the dance floor?”
“I would love that,” I said as I shifted my legs together, trying to ease the itch.
Damn you, Marta, damn you.
Like a gentleman, Atticus led me out on the dance floor and started twisting me all over but this time, powder wasn’t steaming from my rear end. He smiled brightly at me while he snapped his fingers to the side and his feet floated seamlessly across the dance floor.
He was adorable with every kick of his foot and twist of his arm, pulling me into his chest and then sugar-pushing me away. I snapped along with him and matched his moves step for step.
When Jenny asked me to go swing dancing, I had no clue I was actually going to be set up with a good dance partner. I might even admit that he was better than Henry who was standing to the side, hovering over his girl with the giant boobs while watching me with a careful eye. His date pulled at his shirt but his gaze never truly lifted from me, so I smiled and waved to let him know I was having a good time. He nodded but that was it.
“Who is that?” Atticus asked as he pulled me in close and started twisting me with his body in short but quick movements.
“My friend, Henry. He was actually my swing partner in college.”
“Really? Is he jealous?” Atticus asked with a smile.
