Free Watching Her by Scarlett Metal Page A

    He
shook my hand gently. “Nice to meet you, Lizzie.” I almost let out a whimper of
disappointment when he released my hand. “There, now you know my name. So how
about dinner tomorrow? You can even meet me someplace.”

 
    Why not? Maybe he was right. Maybe I needed to date a different kind
of guy. Shrugging, I replied, “Ok. Sounds good.”

 
    Brett
slipped his coat back on. “I have to go, but could I have your number? I’ll
text you and we can figure out where to meet, what time, all that stuff.”

 
    I
scribbled my number on a scrap of paper from my pile and thrust it towards him.
“Here you go.” Wow, look eager much?

 
    He
gave me a crooked smile that I was convinced would one day be my downfall.
“Thanks, Lizzie. Don’t work too hard. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

 
    “Bye.
Have a good night.”  Watching him walk out of the coffee shop, all I could
think about was how sexy he is.

 
    Shaking,
my head slightly, I came out of my trance. What’s up with
me? I never met men like
this and I certainly didn’t hand out my number to someone I just met. There was
something about him though - something about his cool, sexy confidence. It was
as if I couldn’t say no to him.

 
    Turning
my attention to the work in front of me, I had no idea how I was ever going to
concentrate now. All I could think about was Brett.

 
    Suddenly
my phone buzzed with a new text message. I didn’t recognize the number but
grinned when I quickly realized it was Brett.

 
      Just checking to make sure you gave me
a good number.

 
    Grinning,
I typed my reply. Domino’s Pizza, can I take your order
please?

 
    Funny. Looking forward to tomorrow. Don’t
work too hard.

 
    Me too. And I won’t. I hoped I didn’t sound too eager.

 
    Good night.

 
    Good night. Sighing, I put my phone back in my
purse. I was never going to get any work done now. I would just head in early
and get the reports done before Dave came in.   I packed up my stuff and headed out to
my car. As I drove back to my apartment, all I could think of was Brett.

 
    I’d
never been very adventurous, always taking the safe way in life. I never got in
trouble and always got good grades. Basically, I was a parent’s dream.

 
    I
continued to play it safe into adulthood. I went to college and got my degree
in accounting and became a CPA. I got a job right out of school in corporate
accounting and had been working there ever since.

 
    Even
the boys I dated were safe. They never got into trouble, were always polite to
my parents, and treated me with respect. I didn’t lose my virginity until right
before I went away to college and that was with my high school sweetheart of
over two years.

 
    We
broke up shortly after we went away to different schools, but I seemed to
always date the same kind of guys - boring, safe, and predictable.

 
    Boring
guys meant boring sex. I had limited experience in pretty much anything sexual.
I had rarely tried any position other than missionary. I bit my lip and
squeezed my thighs together. Something told me that sex with Brett would be
anything but boring.

 
    I
pulled into the driveway of my apartment building and parked my car. Gathering
my stuff, I headed inside. I looked at my phone. It was already ten o’clock.

 
    Inside,
I dumped my stuff on the kitchen counter and got ready for bed. I climbed into
bed to read for a bit but my mind kept wandering back to Brett. I finally gave
up on the reading, turning off my Kindle and shutting off the light. The sooner
I went to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would come.

 
    Chapter 2

 
    I could barely concentrate at work the next day. After
tossing and turning most of the night, all I could think about was my upcoming
date with Brett. For a second I considered canceling it because there was no
way a guy like him would ever be interested in a boring girl like me. Why waste
his time?

 
    I managed to get the reports done that my