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subtly mentioned that he would comp mine. Not that I needed it.
At some point, a platinum blonde in towering platform heels with near-orange skin tone draped herself on my shoulder and whispered in my ear about what she wasn’t wearing underneath. I sighed.
“All right, that’s it for me. I’m going,” I announced. Before anyone could protest with drunken drawled venting, I slipped out of the door after slipping a forty dollar tip to the bartender. My friends would be there for the rest of the night, for sure. He was going to earn that tip. I smirked, thinking of the disappointed squeals of the women, as I strolled down the sidewalk. Sorry, ladies, but I’m trying to catch a tricky one.
Before I knew it, my feet were taking me towards her place. The path was easy to get there. Nobody was going to mess with me even on the dark streets. My hand knocked on the bottom door. Nobody seemed home, making me scowl.
Shit. Did she live on the first floor? I thought I saw her run to an apartment on the first floor. Several lights in nearby units began lighting up.
“Whoops.”
I skirted around to the side of the building where the balconies were. When I hoisted myself upwards, Emma’s face appeared over the railing. She had a black silk robe thrown around her, hair still damp from a shower. A stupid grin crossed my face as I grabbed the bottom of her balcony.
With one movement, I lifted myself up and over the railing. She stumbled backward, nearly flattening herself against the sliding glass door.
“Are you insane?” she cried.
“No,” I said, brushing off the dust from my clothes. “Just drunk. A little.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that supposed to be better?”
I leaned towards her. Her nostrils flared.
“I want you,” I breathed.
“You reek of alcohol,” she whispered. “You’re drunk, and you just scaled my building to flirt with me on my balcony.”
“Is–is it not working?” My sluggish brain crawled. I thought women were supposed to like spontaneous amorous gestures.
An irritated, yet oddly arousing, expression crossed her face. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. Something inside clattered. With stormy eyes, she dragged the door open.
“Mama?”
Oh, shit.
“I need to put my daughter to bed because someone’s drunk ramblings woke her up,” she said evenly. I blinked and stared dumbly at the little girl. She was the cutest thing even with my hazy vision.
“I had no idea,” I said.
She scoffed. “I need to put her to bed. Wait in the living room.”
I slunk in beside her, feeling three-hundred percent less confident than I had when arriving. Shit, shit, shit. It was ten minutes before she marched back into the room. It was even worse because she looked incredibly sexy when she was angry.
“I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “You need to sober up, Blaze.”
My drunken brain wouldn’t let me off that easy.
“Is she mine?”
Her mouth dropped. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t know all the boys I slept with in high school.”
That felt wrong. Like a clumsy lie, but I was quiet.
“I–I don’t want to talk about it,” she pressed.
But, she was flustered. I frowned and stood there awkwardly.
“I’ll go.”
Her cheeks were dusted with pink. The anger drained from her face as her expression shifted into something softer. She looked towards the couch.
“You can sleep it off here,” she said and then bit a half-smile, “You can’t scale any more buildings, though.”
Chapter Nine
Emma
Nothing was worse than waking up to realize that your crush from high school and current interest was drunkenly climbing on the side of your building to profess his desire for you.
It sounds like it could be romantic if it happened in a story. Maybe it would’ve been different if he hadn’t been so drunk and loud. My neighbors were going to chew me out tomorrow morning. I pressed two fingers against my forehead to halt the oncoming
At some point, a platinum blonde in towering platform heels with near-orange skin tone draped herself on my shoulder and whispered in my ear about what she wasn’t wearing underneath. I sighed.
“All right, that’s it for me. I’m going,” I announced. Before anyone could protest with drunken drawled venting, I slipped out of the door after slipping a forty dollar tip to the bartender. My friends would be there for the rest of the night, for sure. He was going to earn that tip. I smirked, thinking of the disappointed squeals of the women, as I strolled down the sidewalk. Sorry, ladies, but I’m trying to catch a tricky one.
Before I knew it, my feet were taking me towards her place. The path was easy to get there. Nobody was going to mess with me even on the dark streets. My hand knocked on the bottom door. Nobody seemed home, making me scowl.
Shit. Did she live on the first floor? I thought I saw her run to an apartment on the first floor. Several lights in nearby units began lighting up.
“Whoops.”
I skirted around to the side of the building where the balconies were. When I hoisted myself upwards, Emma’s face appeared over the railing. She had a black silk robe thrown around her, hair still damp from a shower. A stupid grin crossed my face as I grabbed the bottom of her balcony.
With one movement, I lifted myself up and over the railing. She stumbled backward, nearly flattening herself against the sliding glass door.
“Are you insane?” she cried.
“No,” I said, brushing off the dust from my clothes. “Just drunk. A little.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that supposed to be better?”
I leaned towards her. Her nostrils flared.
“I want you,” I breathed.
“You reek of alcohol,” she whispered. “You’re drunk, and you just scaled my building to flirt with me on my balcony.”
“Is–is it not working?” My sluggish brain crawled. I thought women were supposed to like spontaneous amorous gestures.
An irritated, yet oddly arousing, expression crossed her face. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. Something inside clattered. With stormy eyes, she dragged the door open.
“Mama?”
Oh, shit.
“I need to put my daughter to bed because someone’s drunk ramblings woke her up,” she said evenly. I blinked and stared dumbly at the little girl. She was the cutest thing even with my hazy vision.
“I had no idea,” I said.
She scoffed. “I need to put her to bed. Wait in the living room.”
I slunk in beside her, feeling three-hundred percent less confident than I had when arriving. Shit, shit, shit. It was ten minutes before she marched back into the room. It was even worse because she looked incredibly sexy when she was angry.
“I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “You need to sober up, Blaze.”
My drunken brain wouldn’t let me off that easy.
“Is she mine?”
Her mouth dropped. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t know all the boys I slept with in high school.”
That felt wrong. Like a clumsy lie, but I was quiet.
“I–I don’t want to talk about it,” she pressed.
But, she was flustered. I frowned and stood there awkwardly.
“I’ll go.”
Her cheeks were dusted with pink. The anger drained from her face as her expression shifted into something softer. She looked towards the couch.
“You can sleep it off here,” she said and then bit a half-smile, “You can’t scale any more buildings, though.”
Chapter Nine
Emma
Nothing was worse than waking up to realize that your crush from high school and current interest was drunkenly climbing on the side of your building to profess his desire for you.
It sounds like it could be romantic if it happened in a story. Maybe it would’ve been different if he hadn’t been so drunk and loud. My neighbors were going to chew me out tomorrow morning. I pressed two fingers against my forehead to halt the oncoming
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