Dee on the cheek. "I shouldn't be too late."
"Oh, don't worry about it." Aunt Dee called as we headed out the door. Britt mumbled something but I couldn't understand it, probably something rude.
Blaine opened the passenger side door of his truck for me. I guess he was trying that whole southern gentleman thing.
"You know I can open my own car door," I quipped.
"Yeah, but so can I."
He hopped over on the driver's side and started the truck up as I closed the big red door behind me.
"So where did you want to go? I was thinking New Orleans is only about 45 minutes away. I could take you down to the French Quarter. Maybe stop at Café Du Monde for coffee afterwards."
It looked like Blaine was either actually trying to impress me, or he did a lot of work to get what he wanted.
"You guys have one of those drive-in restaurants like in the movies right?"
Blaine cocked an eyebrow and glanced at me as he turned out of the driveway.
"Sam's? The drive-in?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "My sorority sisters used to love to go to the drive-ins, but the closest one was like an hour away so we would sometimes take late night road trips there. But I haven't had it in like forever, and I really could use a root beer float, served courtesy of a girl on roller skates."
Blaine laughed a deep belly laugh. "I offer to take you to the French Quarter and you would rather have Sam's?"
"Yes." I folded my arms across my chest and jutted out my bottom lip into a pout. "And you don't need to laugh at me about it."
He stopped laughing and let out a deep breath, the kind that someone takes after a long laugh. "I'm sorry Libby." He put his hand on my knee. "It's just funny that I got all dressed up, trying to impress you, and you walk out wearing flip flops and ask me to take you to Sam's." He moved one of his hands from the steering wheel and placed it on my knee.
His touch sent an immediate tingle from my legs and straight up to the area that would definitely be off limits for the night. I hated that his hand did that to me, but at the same time I almost wanted to keep it there.
"I just kind of feel like a jackass now."
I pushed his hand off my knee. It's not that I didn't like it, I did. A lot, but I wasn't going to let him just hump and dump.
"Well you kind of are a jackass aren't you?"
"Huh?" Blaine glanced over at me as we headed down the road toward the main drag. His lower jaw actually dropped before he started talking again. "I apologized for that Libby, and you know I'm genuinely sorry. I even brought you flowers."
"I'm not talking about that. I'm over that now."
"Well then what is it?"
"Well." I bit my bottom lip and looked out the window.
"Oh come on Libby. Just tell me what's bothering you."
"Okay." I took a deep breath and looked straight out the window ahead. I didn't want to look at him as I spilled everything Dina had told me at work, and from what I had gotten out of Britt. Everything from hooking up with snaggletooth from work, to his rumored affairs with married woman, and the head count that Britt told me would rival Hugh Hefner.
We were silent for a moment, and it happened to be the moment we were pulling into Sam's. He put the car into park. He turned and just stared at me, not saying anything just staring.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, say something!" I put my hands out toward him like I was expecting him to hand me something.
He sighed. "I'm not going to lie to you Libby." He looked down and fiddled with his keys. "Most of that stuff people were saying is true, maybe some of it a little over-exaggerated, but true."
My nimble fingers twirled the end of one of my braids and I bit down on my bottom lip. "Really?"
Great, I really was sitting next to Hugh Hefner.
"But." He looked back up at me and put his hand on my knee again.
"I meant it when I say that I actually do want to get to know you. I didn't take you out tonight just to sleep with you."
I looked up and met his gaze again.
"I feel really bad about
"Oh, don't worry about it." Aunt Dee called as we headed out the door. Britt mumbled something but I couldn't understand it, probably something rude.
Blaine opened the passenger side door of his truck for me. I guess he was trying that whole southern gentleman thing.
"You know I can open my own car door," I quipped.
"Yeah, but so can I."
He hopped over on the driver's side and started the truck up as I closed the big red door behind me.
"So where did you want to go? I was thinking New Orleans is only about 45 minutes away. I could take you down to the French Quarter. Maybe stop at Café Du Monde for coffee afterwards."
It looked like Blaine was either actually trying to impress me, or he did a lot of work to get what he wanted.
"You guys have one of those drive-in restaurants like in the movies right?"
Blaine cocked an eyebrow and glanced at me as he turned out of the driveway.
"Sam's? The drive-in?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "My sorority sisters used to love to go to the drive-ins, but the closest one was like an hour away so we would sometimes take late night road trips there. But I haven't had it in like forever, and I really could use a root beer float, served courtesy of a girl on roller skates."
Blaine laughed a deep belly laugh. "I offer to take you to the French Quarter and you would rather have Sam's?"
"Yes." I folded my arms across my chest and jutted out my bottom lip into a pout. "And you don't need to laugh at me about it."
He stopped laughing and let out a deep breath, the kind that someone takes after a long laugh. "I'm sorry Libby." He put his hand on my knee. "It's just funny that I got all dressed up, trying to impress you, and you walk out wearing flip flops and ask me to take you to Sam's." He moved one of his hands from the steering wheel and placed it on my knee.
His touch sent an immediate tingle from my legs and straight up to the area that would definitely be off limits for the night. I hated that his hand did that to me, but at the same time I almost wanted to keep it there.
"I just kind of feel like a jackass now."
I pushed his hand off my knee. It's not that I didn't like it, I did. A lot, but I wasn't going to let him just hump and dump.
"Well you kind of are a jackass aren't you?"
"Huh?" Blaine glanced over at me as we headed down the road toward the main drag. His lower jaw actually dropped before he started talking again. "I apologized for that Libby, and you know I'm genuinely sorry. I even brought you flowers."
"I'm not talking about that. I'm over that now."
"Well then what is it?"
"Well." I bit my bottom lip and looked out the window.
"Oh come on Libby. Just tell me what's bothering you."
"Okay." I took a deep breath and looked straight out the window ahead. I didn't want to look at him as I spilled everything Dina had told me at work, and from what I had gotten out of Britt. Everything from hooking up with snaggletooth from work, to his rumored affairs with married woman, and the head count that Britt told me would rival Hugh Hefner.
We were silent for a moment, and it happened to be the moment we were pulling into Sam's. He put the car into park. He turned and just stared at me, not saying anything just staring.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, say something!" I put my hands out toward him like I was expecting him to hand me something.
He sighed. "I'm not going to lie to you Libby." He looked down and fiddled with his keys. "Most of that stuff people were saying is true, maybe some of it a little over-exaggerated, but true."
My nimble fingers twirled the end of one of my braids and I bit down on my bottom lip. "Really?"
Great, I really was sitting next to Hugh Hefner.
"But." He looked back up at me and put his hand on my knee again.
"I meant it when I say that I actually do want to get to know you. I didn't take you out tonight just to sleep with you."
I looked up and met his gaze again.
"I feel really bad about
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