Chapter 7
When we closed the store, we both dashed off for showers and met at the car. After some discussion between kisses at the car, we decided on sushi instead.
As we sat down in the restaurant the server came over, dropped off some wasabi and ginger, and soy sauce, and took our drink order. We perused the menu a while and the waiter came over again with our drinks.
"So, what can I get this lovely couple?" The server said with a smile.
I smiled awkwardly and motioned for Lauren to order first. I ordered after and the waiter disappeared.
Lauren looked me in the eye. "Is that what we are? A couple?"
Being bold is not my usual modus operandi, but it had served me well so far, so I yanked my pistols and went in guns blazing.
"I'd love that. More than anything." Super gutsy right?
Her face was serious. "Beyond the age difference, I also cannot have children. I never have been able. It didn't matter to Chris.... But you, you're young, don't you want children?"
I thought for a moment. "I've never been in a serious adult relationship long enough to even think about kids. All I know is that I want you more than I've wanted anyone."
Lauren looked down at her drink and whispered. "Are you falling in love with me?"
I took another moment and then I answered from my heart. "Fell."
Our food came and I was able to change the subject to sushi, the raw fish in particular.
That's when Lauren got a weird look in her eye. "Do you like fishing?"
I was a bit surprised. It was an extreme segue from our previous subject.
"Umm... yeah. My stepdad and I used to go a few times every summer."
Lauren smiled. "I have some friends with a nice boat they charter sometimes. Chris and I used to go during the snapper season. Would you like to go? Maybe Sunday?"
I grinned at her. "You mean like a date?"
Lauren grinned back. "Yeah, like a date."
"I'd love to."
The next day was nice. Lauren and I smiled a lot at each other. We kissed a lot when we met in the office or store room. It was clear that Lauren was getting more and more comfortable being intimate with me.
Angela had been expressing her extreme displeasure with her man-hunt the night before, for most of the day, and again when we discussed our evening plans.
"I'm going to give these limp dicks around here one more shot tonight. What are you guys doing?"
Lauren and I just shrugged.
"I'm just gonna Netflix and chill, I think," I told them.
Lauren nodded. "My back is a little sore. I might relax in the tub with a margarita."
Angela waved our plans away. "You guys are so boring. It's well over a year since Chris passed. Aren't you needing some action?"
Lauren smiled wickedly. "I had your face between my legs this morning, Angie. I'm doing just fine."
I rolled my eyes, knowing that mental image was going to stick in my brain for the rest of the day. The fact that these ladies were so open and vocal about their after-hours activities, made me crazy. I'm sure they knew it.
Angela rolled her eyes as well. "Whatever." But she smiled afterward.
That night I showered, put on some shorts, and cooked a quick meal. Afterward, I grabbed a bottle of water and settled in for some Netflix.
Around 8:30 there was a knock on my door. Lauren poked her head in. Her blonde hair was still damp from a shower.
"Can I watch TV with you?" She stuck a pitcher of something green through the door. "I brought margaritas!"
I smiled and waved her in, grabbing the remote to pause the TV.
Lauren walked in and I did some seriously inappropriate, HR-reportable ogling. She just had a pair of silky jogging shorts and a t-shirt on. The t-shirt looked old and had been washed so much it was nearly transparent. I could see her areolas through the shirt. I figured these were her comfy lounging or sleeping clothes.
She stopped and looked at me with a sly smile. "Gonna get some glasses or just stand there like an idiot?"
That snapped me out of my reverie and I jumped over the coffee table to get some glasses.
We filled the glasses, kissed for a moment, and sat down.
"Whatcha watching? Lauren asked.
I sat down in my usual spot, the center of the couch, feet up on the coffee table. "The Witcher."
"Oh, is that the one with the hunky guy with the white hair?'
I smiled. "Yeah, is that okay?"
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