Chapter 57: One Night (Part III)

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Chapter 57: One Night (Part III)

“So I guess you’re not one of those women who gets turned off by the overconfident lady-killer type?”

“You’re not overconfident. You’re charming.”

Jeff chuckled.

“Besides,” Angel added. “I’ve been with your opposite—the goofy, shy, good-natured, slightly-awkward guy.”

“Too boring?”

“Too insistent on sleeping with his ex. Whoops, sorry, there went the fifth.”

“I won’t use it against you in court.”

“Thanks. Hey, Jeff, I just realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, here we are at my hotel,” Angel said as Jeff opened the lobby door for her, “and we’re heading up to my room, but I don’t have any wine or movies or board games or music or photo albums or magazines or any other things we can pretend to be interested in until one of us makes a move on the other.” [photo albums? That’s a turn on. “Hey, here’s me in seventh grade! Look at my braces. Hey! Here’s me and my best friends. You don’t know any of them.”]

Jeff laughed as they stepped out of the elevator. “I like you a whole damn lot, Angel [sigh. Remember when characters would apologize for swearing? I kind of miss those days]. I guess we’ll just have to have a pretend object of interest. There’s got to be a room service menu. Or a pad and pen next to the phone. We could play hangman until one of us makes a move.”

“Are we really going to do that?”

“Probably not.”

“What about tic tac toe?” Angel asked as she inserted the key into the door. [is that a double entendre?]

“Are you that much of a glutton for punishment?”

“Are you sure that first victory wasn’t a fluke?”

“Those are fighting words, lady.”

The door closed behind them. Angel smiled at Jeff. “I’m going to go freshen up. I can’t believe I actually just said that. Only movie people say that.” [and characters in bad wrestling fan fiction, apparently]

“It’s classier than saying that you’re going to the can.”

“Excellent point!” At any rate, I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home—or at least your own hotel room.”

When Angel returned, Jeff was sitting on the bed with a pad of paper and a pen. “I’m X’s,” he said, handing the pad to Angel. She sat next to him and took the paper.

“Only suckers start in the middle.” [was THAT a double entendre?]

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied, handing her the pen. She took it and filled the rest of the squares with O’s [see bracketed comment above].

“Sucker,” she said.

“You play dirty.”

She grinned at him. He moved his face closer to hers, took the pen from her hand and put it in his shirt front pocket.

“I bet you do too.” She took the pen from his pocket and threw it on the floor [that seemed unnecessary]. Then she hooked her fingers in the pocket and drew him closer. Their noses touched. She felt his breath on her lips … [Ahem. Yeah. I know I promised that I’d type everything as it was written, but I actually forgot that I wrote this scene. It’s embarrassing, but not in the same way that lines like “love means hates nothing about” is embarrassing. So I’m just going to pretend that there are no extended descriptions of the way his calloused fingers felt against her soft skin or anything like that. Trust me, you’re really not missing anything. Let’s just say that they make out a lot, and it’s gross. Don’t worry, gentle readers, they don’t actually “do it.” There’s no need for anyone to go and tattle to Rick Steiner.]

NOTES:

1) Wow, I’m glad this one is behind me. At least this chapter is an outlier—the rest of ‘em are all strictly PG-13.

2) Oh Angel, you harlot. Rebounding with Slashburns in your hotel room. Freshening up. Throwing his pen on the floor. What happened to the nice young lady who brought cookies to a party and wore apricot t-shirts with a slight v-neck?

3) Let’s assume that it was a morning wrestling card. Why not?


Coming up next …

Angel and Jeff have a little talk about what happened the night before. I am going to have to prop my eyelids open with toothpicks to actually transcribe it. The good news is that we’ll get a break from Jeff chapters soon. Not soon enough, of course, but soon.

See you next time for …

Chapter 58: Invitations