Awkward Meet Normal

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Dash:

I had told her that greatness was our first date.

Gosh, I was a dumbass.

Lightening could hit the same place twice; it was evident by the fact that Annabelle and I were having a great first date, the first date to her. The Cubs game would always be my first date with her; I didn't care what she said.

She turned me into a monster after she had stroked my back in the grocery store. I had wanted to take her in the kitchen this morning, and I refrained. She looked frazzled from the night before and somewhat sleepy still. That was not how I wanted our first time to be. So instead, I just got her day going on the right foot. I had been told a good orgasm could fix many problems.

"What are you cooking?" She asked, looking down at the odd assortment of food I had put in the cart.

"You'll see," I responded, even though I had no clue what the hell I was whipping up. Or if we would even want to eat later. But she wanted not to be like her parents. And I was giving her that.

Or as much of that as I could.

We were driving back to my place when the call from work came in.

"What happened?" I asked. Margo, the manager of my club Happy Days, never called if it was not a 911. 

She let me know that all three main bartenders had walked out. An hour before their shift began.

"Fuck" I hissed.

Demon, David, and Jackie were three of my best bartenders.

"Do we close for tonight or go half capacity so we can keep up?" She asked me. She sounded worried; I didn't know Margo had it in her.

"Can any of the waiters fill in?" She paused, and I knew most likely not.

Margo was talking to me over the speakerphone so Annabelle could hear the whole conversation.

"I can help bartend."

My eyes flick to her.

"You can bartend, and with me, your up two and only down one." 

I shake my head as I continue driving toward home.

"No. I'm not cutting this date short." I seethed out.

"A date?" Margo spoke. "I am so sorry, sir."

"It's ok, Margo. Let me"

And then Annabelle was talking over me. "We will be there in an hour." And then she clicked the off button. She smiled over at me. "I am so glad I packed my leather pants in my bag." 

At least there was a positive to the night; I would see Annabelle in leather.

"I want it to be on the record that you changed the plans. This was not what I had planned."

She chuckled. "Yea, you called my boss for me when I wasn't sick. And you don't have a boss. So call this us being even."

We arrived at my house, and I felt terrible that Rufus would be spending another night locked in his dog room. I loved Rufus, he was my family, and I hated leaving him. But I didn't hate it enough not to pursue Annabelle.

"You put the food away, and I'll go get changed."

She was already bossing me around in my own house. I wouldn't like that with most women but with Annabelle, I found it hot. Getting through the night at the bar with her was going to feel like forever.

I wish it wasn't Happy Days this had happened at. I wish it had been Fire and Ice; that was more of a sexier nightclub. Happy Days was bright and too happy. I was nervous to see what Annabelle thought. Even though I wouldn't say I liked the club, I had to love it because, due to the size of the club, it was my cash cow. The more bodies you could get into a building, the more money I made. And people funneled in and out of Happy Days.

Annabelle arrived downstairs in the promised black leather pants. It molded to her ass perfectly. I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off it. She wore barely a shirt on top if you could call it that.

"You look," I couldn't find the words.

"Perfectly slutty?" She asked.

"Not the words I was going to use," I assured her. "I want to do so many things to you. I want to taste you. And I know if I start something, I won't be able to walk out the door on time."

She stared at me and then licked her lips. I remember when this girl blabbered to get her words out. Or ran away when she found out I was the Yankee's owner. And now she stood here licking her lips as if I needed more enticing?

I grabbed her face and brought her lips up to mine. I bit her lower lip, and she moaned. Moaned. I wanted her right now.

"I want to fuck you so bad," I said to her.

She brings her right hand up and pats my face. "Later. For now, let's save your nightclub."

As we left the house, I told her, "any tips we get tonight, you are keeping."

"Deal. That's why I wore these pants." And then we drove to Happy Days. Her holding my hand. She would take her fingers, make a hole, and slide it between my middle finger.

I drove the whole way to Happy Days with a raging hard-on.