Something I’m working on…
Jordan walked in and plopped herself down on my couch like she owned the place. Â Technically she did, she was my landlord, but I still glared at her until she pulled her dirty sneakered feet off my couch cushions.
â€œWhy wonâ€™t you just date me? Â Iâ€™m telling you, that would be the solution to all your problems.â€
Iâ€™d spent an hour talking to her on the phone about my dating dilemmas and sheâ€™d finally announced that she was on her way. Â Ten minutes later she came through the door with her grin and her leather jacket and a six pack of beer. And the solution to my problem, not that I hadnâ€™t heard it before.
â€œIâ€™m not going to date you, Jordan, weâ€™ve been over this.â€
â€œI know, youâ€™re not sure what you want yet and you donâ€™t want to risk our friendship and Iâ€™m your landlord, blah blah blah. Â Doesnâ€™t mean we couldnâ€™t have some fun while you look for your next Mrs. Right, Or Mister.â€ Jordan winked lewdly and grabbed my phone. â€œLetâ€™s see who youâ€™ve got here.â€
I lunged for it, managing to knock over the coffee table, and her beer bottle, and landing heavily on top of her. Â She was partway on her side and I ended up straddling her hip.
Giving me a sideways look, she said, â€œYou sure this is how you want to do it? Â Might be better if I roll over on my back…â€
I gave her a dirty look and got up.
â€œOr my stomach, if thatâ€™s what youâ€™re hoping for.â€ She rolled over and pumped her butt up and down in what I guess was an invitation.
I flopped back down in my recliner. â€œDammit, Jordan, youâ€™re not helping.â€
â€œBecause you wonâ€™t let me.â€ She took note of my expression and exhaled. â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll stop trying to seduce you for a moment. Letâ€™s talk about the latest one, WideMouth, right?â€
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