Chapter Six

    We walk out to his car, Zane grabs for the keys but I pull my hand back. “Oh hell no! If you think you are going to drive this car while I still have possession of the keys you are dead wrong!” The car beeps as the doors unlock. I slide into the drivers seat and turn the ignition on and the car purrs to life. “That is one of the sexiest sounds ever.” Zanes head snaps to the left, stares at me for a second and then starts bursting into laughter. “Why is that so funny to you? Are you not as fond of that sound as I am?” His laughter slows down a bit.
    “Oh yes I am certainly turned on by the sounds of a finely tuned engine like the next guy, but I definitely didn’t expect to hear those words come out of that prissy mouth of yours.” Prissy mouth? Ill show him prissy mouth when I put it over his… “I mean typically girls only care about the radio, if the heat works and if the color is gonna make their butt look too big.” He snaps me out of the thoughts I was having. It takes me a few seconds to realize what he just said.
    “A car making their butt look too big? What the hell kind of women do you date? They sound like morons.” I pull out of the parking spot and head out of the parking garage and head towards the main road. “ Wait, let me guess. You go for the typical blonde hair, big boobs, air headed girls who wear tight mini skirts short enough to be considered underwear?” He snorts and then laughs again.
    “What guy doesn’t like big boobs?” He says looking at me all innocent like. “ I don’t think ive ever come by a straight guy who wouldn’t go for a girl like you just described. But no, I don’t go for girls who dress like they just got done working the late night shift on the corner in Vegas. I prefer those my mom would be proud to serve dinner too. It may come as a shock to you but I happen to be a definite mamas boy. I know, these good looks mixed with my ability to cook and clean after myself wouldn’t say that but my mama didn’t raise no fool.” I give him a look of disgust.
    “Oh please. You are a real piece of work, Zane.”
    “Thanks!” He says all proud of himself. “So what is this place you are taking me to? I hope they sell beer, I can tell we are gonna need beer tonight if we are gonna come out of our skin. And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’.” With that note, I hit the accelerator down and he pushes to the back of the seat. I crank the odometer up to flirt with 100mph. If he wants to see me let loose I will, my way. “Damn girl, you certainly feel awfully comfortable handling this monster at high speeds.” I smile seductively, wink and say, “Oh baby, this is not my first rodeo.”
    We walk into the Game Time Sports Bar and I lead him straight to the bar. A bartender comes up to us and asks us if we would like to see a menu or if we are just their to order drinks. I tell him we would like to start off with two beers, what ever is on tap, and an order of wings. “Beer and wings, Gabriella? I see there are a lot I havent discovered about you. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a wings kind of girl. Don’t you know they can mess up a manicure?” The bartender sits down two coasters and two tall frosted mugs full of Miller Lite. I take a drink of my beer, lick my bottom lip, look up at Zane and say, “Ive got moves, you’ve never seen.”
    After about two more beers we decide to order our burgers and a large fry to share. Zane orders a side of melted cheese for the fries as well. “So, about last night with me and the biker dudes. What exactly happened?”
    “Im not sure you are ready to have this conversation, but if you insist. You must first know I have no coaching on this. I merely helped you up onto the bar and tables and then down from them so you didn’t tear your dress or break a heel.”
    “Oh please, you don’t sound or look so innocent. I bet you took advantage of my weaken state and coached me into doing lots of things that night.”
    “How was I to know you wouldn’t remember the next day, or that you didn’t normally do things like that? We just met a few hours before that!”
    Good point. “Well at least you ensured my Jimmy Choos survived the night.”
    “Your what? Is that some nickname for a body part or something? I don’t know girl slang. I promise you I didn’t touch your Jimmy Choos,” He says it like its some disease infested tissue he just picked up, “ Or your Gucci.” I instantly start laughing hysterically. Full on knee slapping, head thrown back, belly laugh.
    “Oh geeze, hold on a minute while, oh my Lord. Did you really…That is definitely way too funny.” I grab a tissue from my leather clutch purse, and dab my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. “Im sorry, but Jimmy Choos were the brand of heels I was wearing and Gucci is a brand as well. I didn’t have any Gucci’s to be saved that night but when I do I will rest easy knowing you will take care of it.” I take a drink from my beer as I think of what exactly he though I ment when I referred to my heels. “What did you think I was referring to when I thanked you for the care of my Jimmy Choos?” His cheeks get a bit red. He chugs the last half of his beer and one handed signals the bartender for a refill.
    “Well sometimes girls name their, you know.”
    “Breasts.” I say actually saying the word he left hanging in the balance.
    “Yes, breasts. And I wasn’t sure if that was what you were referring to.”
    “I actually havent really though of naming them, but Jimmy Choos isn’t a horrible name I guess. And I have to know then, what would have been my ‘Gucci’, unless what im thinking is right.”
    He grabs the mug that the bartender sets down and as he takes a drink he says into the mug, “Vagina.” Then looks towards the ceiling to see if it has fallen on him yet due to his embarrassment.
    “Now that I will most certainly take as a compliment! I don’t believe I have ever had my vagina called Gucci. That is an honor!” I giggle a little.
    “When the hell did this turn into ‘embarrass Zane time’? This night is supposed to be about you finding out what happened during the few hours you lost last night. Don’t think you are gonna distract me from telling you all the details of how you almost motor boated a man on a jazzy chair!”
    “There is no way that happened! You had better be lying about that!” I slap my hand down on the bar but of course nobody notices because everyone is watching the game on the large flat screen Tvs placed strategically around the room and loudly proclaiming how shitty that last play went.
    “Ok so maybe he wasn’t in the jazzy chair at that point, but that was most certainly his ride there and home. Yes, I definitely pulled you off of his table. I cut you off at that point.”
    “Well when did the biker guys come into play?”
    “I don’t remember the exact moment, but I remember that there was a Britney Spears song playing and you were going nuts!”
    “Yeah, I have a thing for nineties pop music.”
    “Oh I could tell! You just kept on saying, ‘This is my jam.’ and dancing like you were from some rejected dance party tape. It was definitely entertaining. The biker guys were encouraging you to pull a Coyote Ugly and dance on the bar. You decided it was a good idea. I must say, that hip sway shimmy thing you did was pretty damn sexy though. Did you take dance classes or something as a kid? Maybe a striptease class? Anyways, so you get on top of the bar, start dancing like your earning singles, dancing really bad along with the song. Once it ended a Journey song came on and you encouraged all of the bikers guys to sing along to the words with you. Then I helped you down and directed you to the bathrooms. You were in there for a while, so I asked one of the female bartenders to check on you. She brought you back out. She said you were mumbling something about tying up something and beating it into the mirror when she walked in. Then when I went to ask you what the hell that ment, some other song came on that you insisted was ’your  jam’ and then you headed for the table with a bunch of people around it, climbed up on top of it and started swaying and bopping to the music.”
    “Ok, I believe that was enough of that story. Im not so sure I believe any of what you just said,” Except about the tying up and beating part “But whatever you say, Zane.” At that, the waitress comes out and sets down our burgers and fries along with Zane’s cheese dip. “Cheese is probably one of the best compliments to French fries ever.”
    “I agree! Ketchup is good too and barbeque sauce, but I think they take away from the goodness of the fry. Cheese just adds to it.”
    “My thoughts exactly.” Zane takes a bite out of his burger and makes a deep throated moan. My head instantly snaps up to find what has made him make that delicious sound. He looks at me as if to say “what?”
    “This burger is absolutely orgasmic! I can see why you suggested this place!”
    “Well that explains the noise you made, do you need a moment to clean yourself up, or would you like to wait until you have finished your burger?” I chuckle a bit and then take a bite from mine.
    “Oh like you don’t think the same thing. I have to know what seasonings they put in this. I can taste onions and possibly garlic, but im not sure.” He examines the meat as if it will speak to him if he looks hard enough.
    “Max is a man who will not give away his secret recipe. Trust me, I have tried to beat it out of him before.” Max, the owner of the sports bar, was an old sub of mine. I actually met him here at his bar over a burger. He didn’t last too long but like most of my subs, we remained friends. He more or less was just looking for a good time and someone who would fuck him on his prepping table. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to work with, but it was definitely a memorable one.
    “So this Max im guessing is the owner or the chef, and you know him well?”
    “We are old friends. Yes, he is the owner slash chef. He was really into sports in high school and got a full scholarship to a top college and decided to take culinary arts as his major. Thus the amazing food in a sports bar. He loves to make fine cuisine food, but I think people would shy  away from caviar in a sports bar.”
    “I used to dabble a bit in sports myself when I was younger.”
    “Dabble?! What a weird choice of words.”
    “Well gym class mainly, I was pretty kick ass with a parachute.” He takes a gulp of his beer and slams it down like he is proud of his masculinity. I start laughing.
    “That was one of my favorite things to do in gym class when I was in elementary school. I loved when you bring it up and then when you bring it down you..”
    “Sit on the edges? That dome it makes was like the greatest thing ever!”
    “Hell yes! You feel so small inside of it!” I take another bite of my burger and then the bartender comes over to see if we need refills on our beers. “So no other sports outside of gym?”
    “Nah, I was an awkward child growing up. It wasn’t until I graduated from college that I even knew what to make of my body.”
    “Well it certainly has become of you! I mean, you figured out what to do with it rather well.” Seriously Gabriella? Snap the hell out of it. Slow down. “I didn’t mean to sound shallow.” Zane looks down at himself and shrugs his shoulders.
    “I guess you could say that. I started working out to stop looking so nerdy, but then it just became a nice way to detox from the day. And shallow is definitely not something I would use to describe you.” He looks directly into my eyes as he says that last part. Every nerve ending in my body suddenly goes on alert. I then realize I havent let out my breath and it comes out loudly.
    “We-well, is that so?” I said and he nods. “Well thank you Zane.” I take a sip of my beer and look around the room trying not to look back at his face until I can regain my courage. “I think this is going to be my last beer of the night. I can see myself reliving last night if I don’t stop soon. Plus, its getting late.”
    “Yeah I agree. Ill grab the check and ill meet you by the door.” What a gentleman. I take one last drink, grab my clutch off the bar and walk for the door.
    Outside, Zane grabs for my hand and I let him. “Sorry, was that too forward? Im not ever sure if that’s second date appropriate.”
    “Second date? Hardly. I do believe this is our first.”
    “Um, last night counted in my book. Not to mention, you slept over at my place! That’s usually like six or at least date seven stuff right there.”      
    “I would hardly consider me sleeping on your couch as a sleepover. I passed out and your couch happen to have been there.” I push him away playfully.
    “Is that what we are going with?” He laughs and comes back to my side and reaches for my hand again. His hands are so soft and he has such long fingers. Definitely sexy hands. I long to kiss his fingertips but he snaps me back to reality.
    “Im driving this time madam.” He opens my car door for me and closes the door once I get settled. I look around his car and see that there isn’t a lot of leg room in a Porsche but I must fuck in one. Its on my bucket list. But ill save that for another night. I don’t want to scare him away on our “second” date. Zane gets in and starts the car up. I smile when I hear the purr of the engine.
    Once we get to my condo, he opens my car door again and helps me out of the car. I don’t even have to remind him to be a gentleman. I really need this man to be mine. He keeps ahold of my hand as we walk to my condo. We reach my door and we both stop in front of it. “Tonight was a fun night. I feel like we definitely got to know more about each other.”
    “Yes, I have always wanted to know what kind of food is orgasmic and what I should name my naughty parts.”
    “Naughty parts?” He laughs. “What a great choice of words.” He is silent for a few seconds and then says, “I really want to kiss you Gabriella, would that be ok with you?” His lips look so sexy, I definitely would like more than to just kiss those luscious lips, but another night.
    “I would like that very much Zane.” With that, he leans in slowly and pulls his hands up my body slowly, puts his hands on either side of my face and tilts it up towards his. Our lips meet gracefully. He pulls back slowly smiling, then he comes even closer to me and kisses me a little harder, making my hands rub up his body and wrapping around his neck. Every single nerve ending in my body is on high alert and I could just thrown him down here in front of my door and fuck him. Then he pulls back slowly again, kisses my forehead and says, “Until next time Gabriella, have a wonderful night. Sweet dreams.” Then he walks back to his car.