“I don’t want to get all involved. I know it’s a man’s game around here and that I’m not welcome, but I love it and I’m good at it. I just want to keep to myself and keep playing.”
“Why?”
I stared at him like he was stupid,
“C’mon, let me buy you a drink and I’ll convince you,”
“I’m underage.”
“You don’t know what drink I was going to take you to get,” he said, one corner of his mouth curving up in a smirk.
I eyed him for a minute. Sure he was a virtual stranger, but he was so attractive he deserved a chance. How shallow was I?
“What’s your name?” I asked him before answering.
“Oh!” he said, sounding surprised, “Wow I can’t believe I haven’t said yet. I’m Tyler.”
“Fine, but we stay in a public place,” I told him as I started unzipping my white armor suit. He paused in his own unzipping to watch.
It was my turn to pause. He looked up from my breasts when I stopped moving and gave a sheepish grin.
“I’ll just go wait by my car,” he said, tying the arms of his suit around his thin hips.
His chest peeked through the white t-shirt clinging with sweat to dense muscle.