Awkward Meet Normal

Chapter Thirty-One

Annabelle:

I should have stayed in sex bliss with Dash when we woke early afternoon. Instead, I was stupid and looked at my phone.

It was blowing up with text messages. My brother had left a couple of text messages. And the guy's text message group had twenty. Even Amanda had texted me.

Amanda: I swear I didn't do it this time.

And I knew she was talking about Twitter. Except I was still trending. The Twitterverse had figured out that Happy Days bartender was also CubsGirl.

Benny: if you were smart, you would capitalize on your internet fame.

The guys' text kept sending in new videos of me from the bar.

Kyle: why don't we get this bartender at Poker night? The coolest trick we have seen is when you throw beers to Ryan.

When I was bartending in my college days, no one went viral. Now I was going to have to keep myself in check.

Dash rolled over and kissed my shoulder. He was incredible last night.

"Why do you look so concerned?" He asked, taking in my face.

"Cubs girl is trending again. They figured out she was the bartender last night."

"Ah." He said. "I mean, you were impressive. One of the best bartenders I have seen." He said, kissing my bare shoulder again. "And I have seen a lot. None of them have your flare."

I smiled. "I don't like the attention on me. It's kind of creepy." I said. "It's like that Zoey girl who is a dog groomer, and she's been going viral because she's been around Zach Rivers."

"Ok," he said, not following me.

"I don't want to be trending. Like, I'm sure she doesn't like it either."

He nods his head. "She hates it."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I met her and Zach before. He purchased one of my suites to watch the Yankees play."

"Of course he did."

He smiled at me. "She seems normal. He seemed a little head over heels for her, but that was from five minutes of interaction."

He was probably right about him being head over heels for her. His eyes said it all. Great, I was being as bad as anyone else, assuming I knew what was happening with them from pictures I had seen.

"Zach said she ran from him as you did to me."

I sat up in bed and turned to look at him. "You did not talk to Zach Rivers about me, did you?"

His smile grows more prominent. "I did," he chuckles, and I smack him on his chest, not as hard as I would have liked to.

"You're not alone with this stuff happening. But. Everyone finds you as interesting as I do."

I roll my eyes. "I'm more like a freak in the zoo. A car wreck no one can turn their eyes away from."

"Nah," he said, clicking on a video of me throwing the bottle behind my back and catching it. "What I see is a shooting star. You can't help but keep your eyes on it because it's so magnificent."

And then he throws my phone off the bed onto my pile of clothes on the floor. He grabs me and rolls me, so I am on my back. I go from giggling to moaning in a matter of seconds.

Dash was seriously gifted in bed.

* * * * * * * *

We had stayed in all day—him lounging about in no shirt and sweatpants. And me lounging about in no bra, one of his business shirts button, and underwear.

"If I knew having sex with you meant you would lounge around all day with me, I would have pushed for it sooner." He joked with me after we had made nachos in the oven. "I can't remember the last time I made these," he had said.

"I made them last week," I wince. Binge eating was sometimes a downfall of mine when I was stressed.

We had gone through a no-social media purge for the day as well. It made me feel better not knowing what was happening. I was hoping by tomorrow morning; it would be like I was never trending.

"Whose Suzie Bill?" Dash's words halt the chip that should have been in my mouth. Instead, I sit it back down on my plate. "Oh, this should be good." Dash chuckled.

I swallowed. "How do you know about Suzie Bill?"

"A guy at the bar said that name."

I blushed. "It's so embarrassing."

He looked at me. He knew I had had many embarrassing moments throughout my life. Let alone the last twelve months even.

"Fine." I sighed. "Suzie Bill was my alter ego when I bartended at one of the bars."

"Wild Willies," he said.

I nodded my head. "Oh gosh. I would talk in a southern accent and everything. The guys back then really ate it up. My tips were insane."

"I can only imagine. You should count how much you made last night. It looked like a lot."

After we ate the rest of the nachos, we did just that, I dumped the contents of my purse out, and we counted the tips I made last night.

"You cleared nearly a thousand dollars in a couple of hours." Dash sounded amazed.

I smiled. "I still have it."

He grabbed my ankle and pulled me toward him as I hollered.

"I don't think you ever lost it." He smiled as he attacked my lips again.

He took me right there on his living room floor.

This man was amazing.