Free Wallbanger by Alice Clayton

me, but he waved.
    “Come on, come on, I don’t bite,” he scoffed.
    “Yeah, sure, I guess,” I answered, walking toward him.
    We stood quietly in the night. I looked out over the bay, enjoying the silence. Then he finally spoke.
    “So I was thinking, since we’re neighbors and all—” he started.
    I turned to look at him. He was giving me a sexy little grin, and I knew that’s what he used to make the panties drop. Ha—little did he know I wasn’t wearing any.
    “You were thinking what? That I’d want to join you some night? See what all the fuss is about? Hop on the welcome wagon? Honey, I have no interest in becoming one of your girls,” I answered, glaring at him.
    He said nothing.
    “Well?” I asked, tapping my foot angrily. The nerve of this guy…
    “Actually, I was going to say, since we’re neighbors and all, maybe we could call a truce?” he said quietly, looking at me in a very irritated way.
    “Oh,” I said. It was all I could say.
    “Or maybe not,” he finished and started to walk away.
    “Wait, wait, wait, Simon,” I groaned grabbing him by the wrist as he pushed past me.
    He stood there, glaring.
    “Yes. Fine. We can call a truce. But there will have to be some ground rules,” I replied, turning to face him. He crossed his arms over his chest.
    “I should warn you now, I don’t enjoy women telling me what to do,” he answered darkly.
    “Not from what I’ve heard,” I said under my breath, but he caught it anyway.
    “That’s different,” he said, the cockiness beginning to reappear.
    “Okay, here’s the thing. You enjoy yourself, do your thing, hang from the ceiling fans, I don’t care. But late at night? Can we keep it down to a dull roar? Please? I gotta get some sleep.”
    He considered for a moment. “Yes, I can see where that might be a problem. But you know, you don’t really know anything about me, and you certainly don’t know anything about me and my ‘harem,’ as you call it. I don’t have to justify my life, or the women in it, to you. So no more nasty judgments, agreed?”
    I considered it. “Agreed. By the way, I appreciated the quiet this week. Something happen?”
    “Happen? What do you mean?” he asked as we walked back to the group.
    “I thought maybe you were injured in the line of duty, like your dick broke off or something,” I joked, proud to use my zinger again.
    “Unbelievable. That’s all you think I am, isn’t it?” he retorted, his face angry again.
    “A dick? Yes, in fact,” I snapped back.
    “Now look—” he started, and Neil appeared out of nowhere.
    “Nice to see you two have kissed and made up,” he chided, pretending to hold Simon back.
    “Can it, anchorman,” Simon muttered as the rest of the newly paired-off reappeared.
    “Cool it with the anchorman, huh?” Neil said, and Sophia whirled on him.
    “Anchorman! Wait a minute, you’re the local sports guy on NBC, right? Am I right?” she asked.
    I watched his eyes light up. Sophia may have been a classical music kind of girl, but she was also a huge 49ers fan. I was pretty sure the 49ers were a football team.
    “Yeah, that’s me. You watch a lot of sports?” he asked, leaning toward her, bringing Mimi along. The way she was clinging to his arm, it was unavoidable. She stumbled a little, and Ryan swooped in to steady her. They smiled at each other as Sophia and Neil continued their football talk. I coughed, reminding them that I was, in fact, still here.
    “Caroline, we’re taking off!” Sophia giggled, now leaning on Ryan’s arm. I glared at Simon one more time and stalked toward the girls.
    “That’s good. I’ve had enough fun for tonight. I’ll call for the car, and we can head out in a few,” I replied, reaching into my bag for my phone.
    “Actually, Neil was telling us about this great little bar, and we were going to go that way. Do you two want to come?” Mimi interrupted, stopping my hand. She squeezed it, and I saw her shake her head almost