Chapter FourHe’s waiting by the doors, holding two pints, and looks surprised that I’m not alone.
“Hi,” he nods at Sally, who is smiling sweetly with her head c****d to one side while shamelessly checking him out head to toe.
“This is Sally….” I say, and then I’m stuck. s**t. I don’t know his name. He doesn’t know my name. This is awkward.
He hands me one of the drinks and greets Sally—who has now let go of me—with a handshake.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” Sal says. “In detail...” That last remark is making me want to smack her over the head with something.
“Alex,” he introduces himself. For some reason I forget to breathe. He doesn’t look like an Alex, does he? I’m not sure, but something tells me he will redefine the name for me from this moment on.
I nervously take a sip, hopin
