"Lead the way." I give her my best uncomfortable smile and motion for her to walk ahead.
I follow her into the stadium as my gaze once again travels down her body. This time it meets a perfectly round ass that causes my cock to stir back to life. Shit! Caleb's right, I have got to get laid.
We walk into the stadium and up to the VIP box. Normally, I would have been stoked to have such amazing seats, but I know the conversation we are about to have will probably leave me watching the second half from the sports bar around the corner. As we settling into our seats, our personal waitress stops by to take our drink order.
"I’ll take whatever lager you have on draft, please."
"Just make that two," she says as I turn my head in shock.
"Beer huh, and not even a light beer?"
"Are you saying I need a light beer? Brett, are you calling me fat?"
"No, not at all! It's just that most women drink light beer. I just assumed..." As I trail off, she lets out the most adorable giggle while smiling at my discomfort.
"I was just kidding, guys always get so squirmy about a woman's weight. But to answer your question, yeah, I'm a beer girl. I'm sad to report that I'm a light weight. I blame it on my size. Kara says I haven't ever built up a proper tolerance. She once created a daily drinking schedule for me, requiring me to drink an increasing number of shots every night. I did it for the first day and puked on her bed. After that she deemed me a lost cause, and the schedule was gone the next morning." We both laugh, falling into our normal casual comfort with each other.
The waitress returns with our drinks a few minutes later, and when I try to pay her, she tells us that all the drinks are free. Damn, I'm really going to hate leaving here after we have this conversation.
"I'm sorry," I start wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"For what?"
"The other day at Nell's. I was out of line. I had no right to talk to you like that."
"You're right you didn't, but I accept your apology. Thank you."
She takes a sip of her beer turning back to the game just in time to see kick-off. Wow, that was easy. Sarah would have given me absolute hell for hours before finally accepting my apology. Jesse, however, just sits there sipping her beer, peering out of the box's glass windows as the Bears move the ball down the field. No sign of residual anger whatsoever. Interesting. Okay, I guess that part is over, now on to the hard stuff.
"Jesse." I touch her arm to catch her attention.
When she smiles over at me, clearly enjoying the game, I'm floored by how breathtaking she looks. I'm not going to lie, I've noticed that Jesse is attractive. I am a man after all. She's actually really cute. So tiny and innocent. That’s not usually the type I go for, but since I met her a few months ago at Nell's, I've felt some sort of draw to her. It wasn't a sexual attraction, though. The way I feel about her is a lot like the way you would feel for your best friend’s little sister. You know, the one who makes you laugh and you enjoy spending time with, but you tend to think of her as one of the guys more than a woman you would like to see naked. Right now, though, in this tight-ass dress with her long chestnut brown hair draped across her shoulders, legs crossed showing off those incredible boots and faintly tanned thighs, there is no way anyone could describe her as anything but sexy. So, before I have a chance to do something stupid like bending her over the seat and fucking her through the second quarter, I spit out the words that are sure to drive her away.
"I'm married."
Jesse
DAMN! I know I said that I don't curse, but if the moment your date tells you he’s actually married isn't the perfect moment to start, I'm not sure when is.
I stare at him for a second before gathering the courage to respond. "Can you excuse me for a minute? I need to use the ladies room." So I can burst into tears in private. Thankfully, I don't say the last part out loud.
"No, wait please."
"I'll be right back. I just drank that beer too fast." I lie as I quickly rise to my feet, ready to all but run out of the box.
"Jess, wait!" Brett shouts as he follows me. I don't slow down. I have to get away for a few minutes to collect my thoughts, and more importantly, my emotions.
How did I not see this coming? Caleb said something the other day about Brett's wife, but I just assumed he was talking about an ex-wife. He specifically told me Brett was not in a relationship. Last I checked, a marriage definitely counts as a relationship.
"Wait!" I hear as Brett grabs my arm and turns me to face him. I know I'm on the verge of tears, so I avoid his eyes by digging through my purse.
"That's really sweet, but I'll be right back. You don't have walk me to the bathroom." I laugh, unconvincingly even to my own ears.
"Just give me a chance to explain."