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CHAPTER 7:
I groaned and glanced at my watched. “Hurry up, Amy!! Dammit, you said you weren’t a bimbo! We’re going to lose the reser — W-wow.”
Jaw slack and eyes popping out, I watch Amy descend down the stairs. She was in a short, strapless dress. It was a pink . . . or peach color. With every step she took, the dress would tighten against her curves. It was tight everywhere.
She walked past me and closed my mouth. Hard.
“Ow!!” I yelped. “Amy, you may me dite my pongue!”
She laughed. “What?”
I glared at her mockingly. “You made me bite my tongue.”
“You deserved it. Calling me a bimbo? Really? I’m sorry I couldn’t find a brush to make myself look decent!” She stated, fuming.
It was so cute.
She scrunched her brows. “Why does it matter so much? It’s just a tongue — you’re not gonna die.”
Seductively, I walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I said, “Because it was supposed to be used in a very . . . naughty manner.”
I felt her shiver.
“But,” I continued, releasing her and walking towards the door, “if you don’t want me to, we can just go, eat dinner, and go home.”
I heard her stomp her foot.
Incredulously, I faced her. “Did you just stomp your foot? I’ve never seen a girl do that anywhere besides movies.”
She slapped my arm and grumbled. “Let’s just go before these heels become the living death of me.”
I glanced down at her legs. Slowly, my gaze traveled upwards, to her thighs, and then . . .
“Stop it!”
I chuckled then winced as Amy slugged me in the shoulder.
“Ow, dammit, you sure don’t hit like a blonde bimbo,” I muttered.
I saw Amy clench her fist and ducked before she could give me a shiner. She glared at me. I raised my hands in defeat.
I almost started to say, “Damn, you have such a temper,” but clamped my mouth shut. Amy was sure to destroy my manhood if I did.
“Sorry, babe.”
She muttered and grumbled at me. I was positive they weren’t pretty.
“Let’s go!” I said enthusiastically, trying to make the mood better. I’d totally gotten this date on a rough start. And I wanted Amy to think that is was the best in dates, not in arguments.
I held the door for her and locked it. Before I could even turn around she started to freak out.
“IS THAT AN ASTON MARTIN ONE-77?!”
A smirk lit my face. A hot girl into cars? I had hit the jackpot, baby!
I walked over to Amy and rubbed the hood of my car. “Yep. This is my baby right here. She’s the awesomest car I’ve ever had.”
Amy was still gawking at it. “Can . . . Can I touch it?”
I chuckled. “Well I’m going to drive you, aren’t I?”
Slowly, Amy approached the car and let her fingers trail along the top. “Dude . . .”
I chuckled again and opened the door for her. “C’mon, let’s go! You have time to admire the car next time.”
Amy groaned in admiration as she ran her fingers over the dashboard and made herself comfortable into the seat.
When I revved the engine was when Amy snapped out of her little daze. “What made you think that I’d come back for a second ride?”
I glanced at her. “Because, I am irresistible. Or, at least my car is. She’s my baby. If I’m irresistible, than she’s two times that.”
Amy nodded then batted her eyes. “She’s your baby? I thought I was.”
Before I could stop myself, I said the line I told all girls who asked that:
“Yeah, she’s the baby on the roads, but you’re the baby in the bed. Mm, the kitchen, too.”
I clapped my hand over my mouth.
My eyebrows shot up as Amy started to laugh. It was slightly dark, and very ominous and freaky.
“Why. . . why are you laughing?” I asked warily.
“Because I know you are one sexist ass and you ain’t gonna get none of this,” she replied, gesturing to herself.
I mentally slapped myself. She was right. Dammit. The rest of the ride, Amy had turned up the radio. I had tried to apologize, but she just turned the volume up. At the moment, “Baby” was blasting.
Amy began to roll down the windows, but locked it. No way in hell was anyone gonna see me listening to that crap.
“What was that for?” Amy cried out in exasperation.
“Justin Bieber? Really?” I wrinkled my nose in distaste.
She crossed her arms. “He’s hot!”
Amy grouched the entire way to the restaurant. I mentally groaned. She wasn’t making it easy.
How in the world was I going to charm Amy when we could barely handle sitting in a car together?!
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I'm so cruel, I'm sorry! I WAS going to put the dinner part in here, but I decided to leave it hanging because well. . .ahh never mind. The next chapter is going to be long. PROMISE. Did you like??? There's a vote button, and a little section for commenting and another button for fanning! ;D Haha
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