Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Drew
I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming. I mean, seriously, how could this be real? Do you remember that movie where those two nerdy guys couldn’t get a chick, so they made the perfect chick using their computer? Well, it feels like that, minus the inability to get a date. If someone asked me to make a list of everything I wanted in a woman, Charlee would tick off every single box . She’s bold, witty, gorgeous, and really fucking fun to hang out with. Plus, as I mentioned before, the girl can give my favorite celebrity chef a run for her money any day.
I’m seriously worried I might cream my pants right now. When Charlee said she wanted a lap dance, at first I thought she was just being a good sport about the whole thing. But as I sit here watching some hot naked chick grind on top of an even hotter, I want to get naked chick, it’s obvious this isn’t her first rodeo. There’s always that awkward moment of “Where do I put my damn hands?” when you pop your lap dance cherry, and that’s nowhere in sight. Charlee is so at ease, she’s smiling and chatting with the dancer like they’re besties or some shit.
The more I get to know Charlotte Harris, the more I want to know. I want to learn every goddamn thing there is to know about her, and that’s never happened to me before. It’s not that I haven’t had girlfriends in the past—I have—but I’ve never, ever been so taken by a girl that I can actually picture being with her years from now. Like fifty fucking years from now. How can it possibly be fair that she’s the only woman to ever make me feel this way, yet she’s the one forbidden fruit that I can never have?
As the stripper, whose name I’ve already forgotten, finishes her dance, Charlee crosses her smooth, shapely legs and sips her vodka tonic. “So, Drew, what should we do now?”
How about throwing those legs over my shoulder so I can taste your sweet pussy?
She nudges my shin with her sequined flip flop. “Drew?”
“Huh?”
Charlee laughs. “I asked what you think we should do now. You still want to get out of here? I could really go for some In-N-Out.”
My stomach growls at the mere thought of an animal-style burger. Or three. “That actually sounds really good.”
“Great,” she says as she grabs her phone. “I’ll get an Uber.” When she’s done ordering our ride, Charlee stands up and reaches for my hand. “You coming?”
Our fingers lock as I stand. I know she didn’t mean it in a sexual way, but that didn’t stop my brain from going there.
Hopefully, I’ll be coming a lot where you’re concerned, honey.