Big Girl, By Chance

Chapter Four:

(Andrew's POV:)

Fuck, she's gorgeous! I think I want to just skip the opening and take her back to my place. Hopefully she hasn't caught on to my secret identity: bad boy of Boston. 

I sit there for a minute after she's left and think of a plan.

"Got it!" I mentally scream to myself. Getting her drunk will surely impair her judgement, and then I'll be able to get her back to my place.

I see her walking back towards the table, and put on my "good boy/gentleman" facade.

"Do you normally drink?" I say, looking at her with curiosity.

"Erm..not often. I'm not a big drinker."

I can see that she's nervous, playing with the napkin on her lap. YES! My plan will definitely work...she'll loosen up after a glass or two of the wine.

We order our food, and I try to make small talk. I ask her about school, work, hobbies. Blah blah. I'm not even interested in what she's saying. I'm zoning out, to be completely honest. I just keep throwing out smiles and "ah's" every once in a while. All I can think about is getting her into my bed.

Before our dinner even came, we had finished half of the bottle. Well..I should say that she has. I'm still on my first glass, while she's on her fourth.

"So, Scarlett...I was thinking. Maybe instead of going to the gallery opening, we can just go back to my place and watch a movie?"

She nods her head eagerly and now I KNOW that my plan is working.

We finish dinner rather hastily, and I get my car back from the valet, tipping the driver a generous amount. Before I know it, we're back at my place in South Boston and she's falling all over me.