Perfect seduction

Chapter three

Mike leaves me to go inside the station and do whatever it is he needs to do. About half an hour later, he walks back dressed in black jeans and a blue button up shirt. He looks even bigger now than he did in his uniform. Without his cap, I can see that his hair is curly . Can he get any hotter?

“Where would you like to go?” He asks as soon as he enters into the car.

I told him about a twenty-four hour breakfast diner across town. The ride is silent once more, but that's cool. It gives me plenty of time to think of different things to talk about at the diner. After all, I have no knowledge of who this guy was. Mike reaches for the door, just as I do, causing his hand to land over mine.

He cracks a smile. “I'll get it. You're a lady, so-”

“That means I can't open the door by myself?” I quip.

Mike lets my comment fly right over his head. “No. It means I'm a gentleman and you don't have to.”

Hm. Fine. I finally allowed him to open the door for me. Close to wall we found an empty seat. There are few people inside. An old man at the bar, a middle aged couple and a young boy at a booth. The waitress immediately comes to take our orders. The moment she walks away, I was about to throw a question at him, but he beats me to it.

“How did you get your name?” He asks, looking over the menu.

I shrugged like it's no big deal and like it never bothers me. It's not just a name though. It's an identity. And mine is tied to nothing I would consider good. I've even thought about., “My parents wanted a boy and loved the name Alexia. Turns out I've never been able to meet their expectations. They decided to name me Alexia anyway. What about you? Any special significance to your name?”

Well. It wasn’t my intention to say all of that, but my big mouth has a mind of it's own. To avoid looking at this practical stranger, I stare into my glass as I take a sip.

Instead of giving me an inspirational speech that I wouldn't care two cents about, Mike simply tells me, “You'll figure it out. Find something you like and run with it.”

I don't bother telling him that nothing catches my interest enough to make a job out of it. The waitress arrives with our food. . He gives me the vibe of a pure, one hundred percent good guy. Maybe it's that stupid girl in me, but it makes me wary . There has to be a kink in his shiny exterior. It's so the stupid girl talking, trying to justify it because guys can't simply be good.

“Was he cheating on her?” Mike asked

“Huh?” I look up from my French toast, my mind still lost in my good guy debate.

“You were spying to see if your friend's boyfriend was actually cheating on her. Was he?”

“Oh!” Nodding, I responded “Yeah. They were already having s*x right before you showed up.” I shook my head with a guilty grin at the memory. “I should probably be consoling my Patricia, but she left me all alone to get caught, so she'll be fine. Are you from around here?” I rather get to know more about him than talk about Patricia.

“Yeah, born and raised. You?”

“Nope. People are supposed go far away for college, and since my parents wouldn't let me go out-of-state, I went across the state. This was as far as I could get. Although we often to come to a town not too far from here for beach holidays.

He nods as if he's considering something. “Why do you think people should go far away for college?”

“Well, isn't college supposed to be a time of your life where you get away from what you know to really experience new things? To discover more about yourself. that's why I wanted to leave home.”

I have Mike's full attention now.

“That makes sense to me, although I never went far from home,” he says in response.

“Maybe you didn't have to. Maybe you already knew all those things,” I tell him quietly, looking down at the table. Our plates are empty now, and the conversation isn't fun anymore. It's more personal than I care for. I clear my throat, smile, and add, “I'll be right back.” I grab the bill from the edge of the table and begin to slide out of the booth.

“You don't have to. I'll pay,” Mike objects.

“My treat, remember?” I leave to take care of our tab before he can say anything else. This is why I always carry some cash in my pockets because I left my purse at my apartment. Mike walks over to tell me he left a tip. It's time to go home now.

I let him open all the doors for me, wondering if he's the type to come inside for a little s*x. Probably not. He opens doors for women and even called me a “lady.” I don't think he's that kind of guy. Besides, he hasn't even been home yet, and he just got off work.

“Where do I need to take you?” He asks.

I give him directions to my apartment. We ride in silence the rest of the way. When we get to my place, I thank him for the ride and for allowing me to treat him to dinner before getting out. Mike rolls the window of his car down and calls out for me to wait. I lean down to see what he wants. Maybe he is that type after all.

“Here.” He holds out a slip of paper. “You seem to find yourself in trouble quite often. If you ever need help, give me a call.

With a grin, I asked, “Is this your way of giving me a chance to ask you out again?”

Mike chuckles, but ignores my question. “Have a good night, Alexia.”

“You too.”

When I get inside, I looked at his number. There's no time to think about him because Patricia bursts into my apartment.

“Do you even know how to knock?”

“What the hell happened?” She throws her hands up like I'm the one who abandoned her.

“You left me all alone to get caught?

. “Sorry. I was afraid. You didn't get arrested, did you?”

“No. It was the same officer who pulled me over the other day. We went out for a dinner because his shift was over.” Like a true winner, I hold up his phone number with a smirk.

Tricia playfully shoves my arm with a laugh. “You b***h. Here I was worried I would have to bail you out of jail, and you went on a date!”