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The Guy Next Door - Part Four

Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

things are going to go down.” He rolled his eyes and followed me into the living area. “It’ll be clockwork for the most part. You get to the restaurant, he’s already there. Neither of you eat much though you should ‘cause you’ll need a decent amount of energy. He asks you back to his for a drink. You say yes. He’ll have cleaned his place up a bit, hoping for the best. Now if he’s got any sense, he’ll skip the drink and jump you as soon as the door’s closed. If not, he can still save himself. He can kiss you as soon as you finish the drink. If he doesn’t, run. Trust me. It’ll be awkward and fake-romantic and clichéd and you’ll be better off with a vibrator.” He opened my fridge and leaned down to examine the contents. I bit my lip. “Okay. Wish me luck.” He glanced over his shoulder, drinking milk from the bottle. “I already did.” I slammed the door shut and ran down the stairs to the waiting taxi. I was late. Was being late still fashionable? I didn’t know. I didn’t particularly care. The thought of Sam checking his watch didn’t bother me. I wondered why. Surely, it should have bothered me. It should have made me feel guilty. Or powerful. But I felt neither. I felt – ambivalent. I suddenly realised that I really didn’t care about being late. I sat in the back of the cab, watching people and cars rush by and tried to care. This night was the product of a month’s work. But I wasn’t excited about it. The exciting part had been planning it; reporting back to Cooper and coming up ... with elaborate schemes. The third date was meant to be the big prize, the gold medal, the pinnacle. For weeks I’d been aiming for this night and now I wasn’t even sure I wanted it. Of course you want it. Sam is tall and his eyes are crazy dark . I smoothed my hands down over my black dress and wondered whether to leave my hair loose. But Cooper said a ponytail was good. What did Cooper know? He’d only fucked – half the city. I tried to put him out of my mind. I thought of Sam and the way he laughed and how he swore without realising it. There was something so original about him. He didn’t try to be something he wasn’t. He was relaxed and secure in himself. It was going to be a good night, I told myself. It wasn’t. The restaurant was busy and the table Sam and I were at was close to the kitchen doors. Every time a waiter appeared, a huge gust of hot, humid air would sweep over me. A guy with a pathetically fake French accent delivered sparkling water, took our orders and disappeared. On the large table next to us was what seemed to be a work party and their conversation and laughter dwarfed our attempts at communication. “I’m so sorry about this!” Sam yelled. “A friend recommended this place!” “A friend with a grudge?” I shouted back. “WHAT?” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter! It’s fine! Great ambience!” “AMBULANCE? Where?” Sam turned to peer across the restaurant at the windows. The food was awful, the wine was sickly sweet and neither of us cared to stay for dessert. The ...