The Gambles(7)

"You can pay me inside … for the tire, when you're done." And with a heart stopping pout, she snapped to her right and walked away leaving me drooling onto my skintight shirt.

What was she doing? First, she's cold as ice, now she's flirting like crazy. Was she messing with me?

AJ hadn't noticed since he was working on the tire. I just stood there, bewildered, gazing at her through the window, fascinated by this woman, despite her seemingly annoyed attitude with me. 

AJ looked up from his work and saw me gawking. "She was a total bitch and we were just trying to help," he said.

"Hey, come on. We assaulted her charity cause. You know women. They like to rescue lost puppies and shit like that." I held out my hand to hold the lug nuts again as AJ worked on the tire. AJ paused from spinning the wrench and studied me. "You'd better start acting like a lost puppy then, because it sure looks like you have the hots for her. You do, don't you? You're envisioning her hand down your pants right now, aren't you, Romeo?"

"I'm envisioning both her hands down my pants."

"Horndog."

I wiggled my eyebrows and said, "I think I'm in love."

"You ain't got a chance with her. She's probably saving herself for Mr. Right."

"And you don't think I'm Mr. Right? I thought she was sweet," I said.

"Sweet? She was pissed. But most definitely, she is hot. Did you see her ass when she bent over?" He winced and smiled at the memory.

"Um … now that you mention it … I already had my cock six inches deep into that ass … in my mind, of course."

"You sick fuck. Bet you can't get her number."

"Oh, you think I can't?

"Shit. It really doesn't matter. Her number won't do you any good. We're on our way to Vegas and she lives here in … " AJ swiveled his head around, scanning the surroundings. "Where the hell are we? Flagstaff? I mean, seriously, dude, with you living in Texas, I doubt you'll be dating her." He stood and said, "But hey, I'll make you a real bet. I like being on the winning side any day, so go inside and see what you can do."

I walked away wearing a smile. AJ called after me, "And pay for the damn tire while you're in there. Don't get sidetracked staring at her tits."

I flipped him a teasing middle finger, as I opened the glass door. Mr. Right or not, girls crossed every line to be with a guy like me. This would be a piece of cake.

After going inside, I returned, sporting a huge grin. I yanked the car door open and slid in. Tapping my watch, I said, "Three minutes. Score!"

AJ gaped at me. "What? You got off in three minutes?"

"No, fucker. It only took me three minutes and … touchdown."

"So you got her number?"

"No. I got something better."

"You got some wood?"

"Asshole. I got an invite. You just can't stand to lose, can you? Told you I could do it. Ha! Chew on that for a while." I settled into my seat, puffing my chest like a peacock. I needed a minute to bask in my glory and rub it in.

AJ stared at me, waiting to hear the rest. "Well … what invite?"

"She said to meet her at the bar tonight. Said her name is Allie and she's gonna be there with some friends."

AJ rolled his eyes. "Dumbass. I'll believe it when I see it. She was bullshitting you. She won't show." He snorted a laugh. "Thinks you're some creeper-douchebag who wears too much Axe cologne."

"I don't wear too much cologne." I turned to look at him. "Do I really wear too much cologne?" I lifted the neck edge of my t-shirt and sniffed.

AJ shook his head. "She just told you that so you'd fuck off." He jammed the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.

"No, seriously. She's gonna be there. I can tell. I saw the look in her eyes. She wants me." I grinned and clicked on my seatbelt.



       
         
       
        

"Okay, we'll see. But the bets not over until we see if she shows. I haven't lost yet, mo-fo."

"What are you, black now? What's with the black man's lingo, 'mo-fo'?"

He cranked the wheel and threw me a dirty look. "I'm half African American. You know that, and black comes in many splendid shades."

"Yes, I know. I especially enjoyed your sister that weekend she came to visit from her college.

"Go fuck yourself. You never hooked up with my sister. She told me how she shut you down. So, you're wrong on both accounts and I can speak in whatever lingo I want."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, bro," I said. "Your coffee's got a lot of cream in it … I'm just saying. Plus, you dress like an old, white golfer."