Harassenger: Backseat Admirer ✔️

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

"That must be him!" The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of my first blind date.

Della and Trixie stayed seated in the kitchen while I scurried to the living room door. Mick was close behind, dressed in a fitted, black shirt with rolled up sleeves and black pants to match. I was serious when I said he was coming with me for backup because pepper spray and a pink taser just didn't make a girl feel safe enough.

I could see the man's shadow behind the door as he waited for a chance to see me. I opened the door, greeting with a smile regardless of my cynical attitude.

"Well, hello." I greeted.

He reciprocated with a smile, reaching from behind his back and revealing a fresh bouquet of yellow daisies. I hated daisies; they were something you gave your sick mother.

"Hi, these are for you."

I didn't have the heart to tell him what I thought about the flowers. I didn't want to be rude because he seemed nice enough.

"Thank you. Mick, put these in water." I took the flowers and smashed them against Mick's chest, pieces of flower falling onto his mouth.

I turned back to my date, smiling again to make him feel comfortable in his gift.

"I'm Adam Clark, by the way. I'm Della's cousin on her father's side. I caught the garter at the wedding. I live in Destin so when Della asked for me to go on a date with you, I couldn't help but say yes." Adam was a lanky, pale boy with pretty blue eyes that matched his Polo shirt. He was cute, in a boyish unmanly sort of way. Wow, that sounded harsh. He had a friendly face, but not my usual type. I guess maybe a change is what I needed.

"Oh, I remember you; you really dove for that garter. Figures she'd set us up together." I said.

"True. Well, why don't we get going? I hope you don't mind if we take your vehicle because I had someone drop me off. I made reservations to Golden Corral. There food is great, and the price is excellent." So he's a cheapskate? I don't mind a cheap date, but it's not something you brag about. Something I really didn't understand was why he'd have to make a reservation to such a place.

"Let's go." I hesitantly agreed.

I grabbed my keys and followed him out the door, Mick close behind.

"That's your Jeep? It's a little dirty in the front seat."

"Just move the papers on the floor. Why, do you have a problem with the mess?" Sure, I hadn't cleaned my baby in a while, but it was far cleaner than Trixie's car, and even Mick's Tundra.

"No." His voice squeaked and I knew it was a lie.

We drove to the restaurant, Adam in the passenger seat rubbing the dust off of my radio and filing my papers in alphabetical order.

"Do you work in an office?" I asked, gesturing to my stack of papers in his hands.

"No, organizing is a nervous habit, sorry."

"It's alright."

"Hey man, you got a few pieces of lint in your hair." Mick called from the back seat.

"Where?" Adam brushed off his hair, frantically awaiting to find one microscopic spot of lint.

"I'm just messing with you." I looked at Mick through the visor, threatening to cut him with my eyes if he says another word.

"Is this guy really your bodyguard, Natalie? Aren't bodyguards supposed to be quiet?"

"Of course he's my bodyguard. He should be quiet. I assure you he will be quiet or I will cut his check...or cut something if he doesn't stay silent."