Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Max, this isn’t about the money. Don’t you have something more important to do? Find a girl? Spend the night.”
“Nope. I’m sitting with you, and we’re on a date.”
“This is not an official date.”
He smiled. “You’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m just…” Her thoughts ran off, and she stared past his shoulder. “I’m not nervous. I’m just … disappointed.” She repeated her sentence and finished it.
“Why are you disappointed?” he asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We may as well. We’ve got history, you and I. Tell me about what this dick has done, seeing as I’ve already been a dick to you, and I can try and make it up to you in some way.”
She didn’t speak for several seconds. Her hands were clasped together. Suddenly, she leaned a little closer, and he did happen to notice how nice and plump her tits were. He shouldn’t be noticing things like that, but Aria possessed a very fuckable body.
“He didn’t show.” She looked up, and tears filled her eyes. “I mean, what if he did turn up but I wasn’t looking, and he saw me, and he didn’t like me? Didn’t like the way I look? This whole dating thing was a waste of time. I shouldn’t have done it. I see that now.” She grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes.
She wasn’t wearing makeup. Aria never wore any. She was so damn innocent and sweet.
“Why do you want to go on dates so much?” he asked.
“I don’t want to be lonely anymore.”
****
Aria quickly composed herself and forced a smile to her lips. “Ignore me. This is just the first time I’ve been stood up. It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t let this one loser even get you down,” Max said.
“Loser?”
“Look, any guy that can’t come and say that he doesn’t want you to your face, is not worth your time or energy. He’s a fucking waster, and you can do so much better than him.”
Then why was she sitting in this really nice restaurant, about to have dinner with Max? She could go home. It would be easier and far better for her, if she was just to go home.
Instead, she sat in her seat, waiting for her meal to come out.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“You know, dating won’t help you to feel fulfilled.”
“I don’t want to go around having one-night stands.”
Max leaned back in his chair, arms up. “Whoa, I’ve not had a one-night stand in a long time.”
“What is a one-night stand like?” she asked.
“I feel we’re getting way off topic here.”
“You’re my date, and I’m asking you. I’ve never had one.” She snorted. “I’ve never gone out drinking or partying. I’ve never lived up a good life. I’m just me, you know. The baker. I spent most of my years in high school studying. I was never invited to parties. I was never considered to be fun, not even a little bit.” She pouted.
“Are you wanting to get crazy?”
She climbed out of her seat and rushed toward the bar. Ordering shots, she smiled at the bartender, paid the money, and went back to the table.
Putting a couple of shots down in front of Max, she held one in her hand, and without thinking about the repercussions of getting completely drunk, she knocked it back, swallowing. The shots were hot and burned her throat, but she quickly did the second shot.
Glancing over at Max, she saw his gaze was wide as he watched her.
“Come on, Max. I paid for the shots. Drink up, enjoy.”
“I brought my car tonight.” She blew out a raspberry before she could control herself. She pressed a hand to her mouth as Max laughed. “I’ve got a feeling I’m going to be designated driver for tonight. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
He moved the shots toward her, and she sighed.
“I’m not going anywhere, Aria. You’re going to be perfectly safe with me.”
She knocked back the third shot just as the waitress brought their food.
“Is that because you don’t bang fatties?” she asked.
Max had taken a bite of steak, which he started to cough around as she spoke. “What the hell?”
She pressed her lips together and couldn’t believe she’d even said anything. Those shots were strong. There was no way they were like a truth serum or something.
“What the hell, Aria?”
“I’m perfectly safe with you, because you’re not going to grope me, or take advantage of me. You don’t do fat chicks, right? I think I recall you saying that at school. You see, Max, it wasn’t just the lard ass comment. Someone told me how you mentioned that I’d made a pass at you and that you had to tell me you didn’t want me. I had to deal with people saying ‘sorry fatty, I don’t do chicks who wriggle.’ Everyone always laughed because apparently, it’s what you said. They thought it was so funny.”