Meeting The Stud!  

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Meeting The Stud!


April 29, 2006

I haven't seen much of Mr. Sexy since the episode in his office. I think maybe he's avoiding me. So, last night I decided to go out with some girls from work to a local bar down the block from the office. Two of the girls are married and they didn't stay long. The ones that stayed are a little more on the wild side and I found hanging with them a lot of fun. The bar started to get packed around eleven. I was walking back from the bathroom when a tall, gorgeous stud caught my eye. Curly black hair, wide shoulders, beautiful smile and killer ass. He was laughing and drinking with some friends at the bar right by our table. I had to walk right next to him and when I walked by, someone got a little too close and I accidently bumped into Stud and spilled his beer all over him.

"God, I am so sorry!" I said.

I grabbed a napkin off the bar and started to wipe him off.

"It's okay, really."

"Let me buy you another one," I offered.

I got the attention of the bartender and order him another beer. I felt awful because he had this huge wet spot on his shirt and his crotch.

I fished around my purse and came out with my business card.

"I am so sorry. Please let me pay for the dry cleaning."

"It's not a big deal," he looked down at my card, "Amiee."

"Please call me if you change your mind. Again, I am sorry."

As I walked away I could hear his buddies giving him shit. I cringed. The girls had seen the whole thing and were giggling when I sat down.

"Good job, Amiee," Samantha said. She's a gorgeous redhead that works in the promotions department.

"What do you mean? It was an accident."

"Ha," said Caroline. Caroline is the cute girl that sits at the desk across from mine. She's married, but her hubby travels a lot for business. "Sure it was."

"Seriously. Some idiot almost ran me over and I bumped into him," I defended myself.

"Well, at least you picked a nice one to bump into. He's fine."

I looked over at him. Yeah, fine will do.

We drank for about another hour and decided to head home. I'd lost track of Stud in the crowd and wrote him off. Caroline and I shared a cab uptown and Sam drove off on her own.

It was late when I got home and I went right to bed. I woke to the phone ringing. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I glanced at the clock and realized it noon. I felt like I'd just closed my eyes. I fumbled for the phone and knocked it to the floor. I managed to grab it and mumbled a hello.

"Hi. Is this Amiee?" a sexy male voice asked.

"Uh huh."

"This is Paul. You know from last night?"

Paul? Who the hell is Paul?

"You spilled my beer on me. I'm sorry if I woke you. I can call back later."

I sat straight up and tried to sound normal. I forgot that my home number was on the card too.

"No, it's okay, I'm up."

"You said last night to give you a call if I changed my mind."

"I'm sorry about your clothes. I hope they aren't ruined. If you want to take them to my dry cleaners, I'll have them send me the bill."

"Well, beer smell can be hard to get out on your own, but I'd like to drop them off to you."

"Um, okay. My office address is right on the card," I said.

"I was thinking I could drop them off to you tonight."

"Tonight?" I said.

I don't mind paying for his dry cleaning, but...come on! It was beer for Christ's sake and it wasn't even my fault!

"I was actually hoping you'd let me take you to dinner."

Huh?

"Dinner?"

"I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I'm sure you already have plans."

"Um, no...I mean yes, I just have plans with a girlfriend." LIAR! "But I can see her another time."

"Great, how does six sound?"

"Sounds good, Paul." I gave him my address. "See you then."

I hung up the phone and laid back down. Maybe I'll be spilling beer on people more often


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