Need You

Chapter 22

She was pretty. The fitted green dress she wore complimented her slim figure so well. Sitting next to me, she said hi.

Derrick left us and for a moment it was awkward because we didn't know each other.

"What are you drinking?"

"I don't know but I think it's whisky."

Knowingly or unknowingly, I'm not sure, but she took my glass out of my hand and charmingly took a sip. "It's bourbon."

"Aren't they the same?"

"No." She set the glass on the round table. "Bourbon is distilled from a mixture of grains which is at least fifty-one percent corn."

I was surprised when she said that. I didn't know there was that difference between whisky and bourbon. Who did?

She laughed. "I bet you've never met anyone who knows that."

"No, I've not." I chuckled. "How do you know that?"

"I am a researcher." I guessed that was her job. "I go beyond just browser inquiries. It's a lot more in-depth."

"That's cool."

She asked me what I did for a living and I mentioned that I was an accountant. "Did you come here alone?" I asked her.

"No, I came with my girls." She said looking around the room, probably trying to spot them. "Let's go and dance." Debbie suggested.

Happily, I nodded. We got up and she held my hand as we immediately got to the dance floor.

On the dance floor, Debbie took the lead and I followed, matching her confident movements with my own. I watched in awe as she sensually swayed her hips and moved her hands through her hair.
She twirled and spinned around me.
I pulled her closer to me and we smiled at each other as we moved to the rhythm of the music.
Staring at each other, we were both in our own world now.
She put her arms around my neck and tilted her head backwards letting her long black curly hair dangle.

Our bodies continued to move in sync as the music built up. Pulling her closer than before, she brought my lips to hers. I was shocked for barely a moment; the atmosphere was just so electric.

We didn't stop. We took turns leading and following, exploring the depths of each other's mouths with our tongues. The intensity of the music simply matched our rhythm.

With each passing moment, our breathing became heavier and more ragged. We were left breathless when we pulled away. She grinned.

"Debbie!" We heard someone scream her name and we both turned our heads in the same direction.

A girl in a similar fitted dress looked was grinning widely as she signalled Debbie to go to her.

Debbie laughed and looked at me. "I have to go. I hope to see you around." Winking at me, she turned and walked over to her friend.

From the shouts and hoots I received as I approached the lounging, I presumed they had seen Debbie and me.

"I left you two for a few moments and I came back to find you two making out on the dance floor." Derrick laughed.

Happily, I finished the whisky, no bourbon, that was left in my glass.

"I bet you haven't had that kind of action since you got out."

My eyes shot up to Derrick the moment he finished. Why did he have to keep giving hints about my conviction? I expected someone to ask for an explanation but thankfully no one did.

Regardless I still needed to talk to him about it.

"Yo Derrick." I set the glass down. "Let me talk to you outside."

We went outside and he asked what's up.

"Derrick, I need you to stop talking about me being in jail."

"What? I haven't done that."

"You may have not talked about that exactly but you keep dropping hints. Like when you said you bet I hadn't had that kind of action since I got out." I emphasized. "I bet if someone paid attention to that, they'd be wondering what you meant. I don't want people wondering, especially Amanda. It could really mess things up for me."

"Yeah, sorry about that." He said. "But what do you mean by it could mess things up? Do you have a thing with Amanda."

"No, it's not that." I sighed. "It turns out the company has a policy which states that new ex-convicts shouldn't be hired."

"What!?"

"Yeah... Amanda is one of their legal persons and so if she knew then I'm sure I'd fired and probably have to deal with other consequences."

"I'm sorry bro. Really sorry."

"It's cool. I just needed you to know."

Checking the time as we went back inside, I realised it was almost midnight.

Nikki suggested that we should go home. Her expression had me wondering if she was really okay. I didn't see her much but I was sure she had a great time.

We had a ride filled with awkward silence back home. As we walked up the driveway, I said to Amanda, "I think I'm going to need your bedtime story if I want to get any sleep tonight." I laughed.

I was expecting her to say it wasn't a bedtime story but impassively, she said, "Sure."

It left me wondering if something was wrong. "Is everything okay?" I asked them. "You two seem..."

"We're fine. I guess we're just tired." Amanda spoke.

We got into their apartment and Nikki went straight to her room. I didn't know if Amanda was going to give me the book or not.

After waiting for a few seconds, I decided to go. The atmosphere was weird.

Getting close to the door which linked the two apartments, Amanda called me.

"Here it is." She said, walking to me with the notebook in hand. "And it's not a bedtime story." She said with a small smile.

"Well, we both slept while you were reading it. Which is surprising because you were reading. How do you fall asleep while talking?" I laughed and her smile became a lit bigger.

"It's not a bedtime story."

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