Refer to the Thursday Taster Blog to read excerpts from the following list of my fellow authors. Comments are graciously welcomed.
Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com
Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
The next morning, Paul broke the usual routine, arriving at seven to pick Billie up to go to Rumors for their customary coffee and pitcher of beer. Both were tired and hung over.
Not long after they had started sipping their glasses of beer, Glenn entered through the front door. He sat on the empty chair next to Billie.
“I thought you had to work today?” Billie’s blood-shot eyes brightened with sparkles.
“I called in sick.” Glenn smiled. “A mental health day.” He ordered a bloody Mary.
“Did you have a good time yesterday?” Billie’s hand shook nervously, as he lit a cigarette.
“Yes, it was fun.”
“I’ll buy that.” Paul shoved a twenty dollar bill toward the bartender, before Glenn could pull money from his wallet on the counter.
“You were the hit of the party.” Paul claimed the bragging rights to Glenn’s attractive popularity the day before. “When people left here for the party yesterday, they all wanted to know why you weren’t invited. But actually you were. Was George surprised?”
”He was. And I'm, flattered. it must be the new guy in town syndrome. Actually George and I have known each other for years. Dave finagled my phone number from George, so he could invite me.”
“I’m glad you came,” Billie said.
“I am too.” Glenn’s smile, teased a blush from Billie, whose face brightened redder than it already was.
Billie crossed his leg, concealing the erection building in his crotch.
“George and I are on the phone talking to each other for hours every day.” Glenn laughed. “We’re worse than women.”
Billie’s thoughts drifted. Besides being absolutely gorgeous, he has a good sense of humor. I have to get him alone, away from Paul.
“Maybe we could get together sometime, meet for lunch.” Billie waited anxiously for his response.
“That would be nice,” he answered, intrigue glimmering in his eyes. “Do you have something I could write your phone number on?”
“There are Keno pads and pencils at the bartender’s service bar.” Paul suggested. He walked down to the waiter’s station to retrieve pencils and paper. He handed the pad to Glenn, retrieving one for Billie and one for himself.
After they exchanged information, Glenn finished his drink. “Well, one this early in the morning is enough for me, especially after yesterday.” He hastily said good bye.
“Wow! That went fast.” Billie lamented.
“I wish he had given me his number. He’s really cute.” Paul complained, feeling slighted as he lit his pipe. Glenn had given his phone number to Billie only.
“What should I do? Wait for him to call me? Or should I call him?” Billie didn’t know how to date after so many years of being single.
“I wouldn’t wait around for him to make the first move. He’s much too hot to miss out on.” A whiff of Paul’s vanilla tobacco smoke drifted toward Billie.
“Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Do it today. He called in sick. Here’s your chance. I think that’s what he expected; he expects you to call today.”
“I don’t want to sound too desperate. I’m going to wait a day or so, if he doesn’t call me first.”
When Paul dropped Billie off at his house, Billie contemplated calling Glenn, but he procrastinated hour after hour.
Waiting turned out not to be a problem. Glenn called later that afternoon. “I’m off on Tuesday, why don’t we meet for lunch?”
“Sure.” Billie sighed with relief. “Why don’t you come up here? I’ll fix something.” Billie’s wallet had been exhausted by the party.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Do you remember how to get here?”
“I think. I’ll call, if I get lost.”
“How about two?”
“That’s fine. Can I bring anything?”
“No. Just you.”
When Glenn hung up, Billie yelled his rejoice, vibrating the crystal in the nearby china cabinet.
Impatiently waiting for the next two days to pass, he started planning the meal immediately and scheming to get Glenn in the hot tub alone. He fantasized only the two of them, nearly naked, playing footsies and maybe more.