A Nerdy Girl's Guide to Sex
The last person on Earth I thought I'd meet was a male Giggolo in Starbucks, but life has a funny way of tripping us up sometimes. Oh and did I mention I'm in love with him? More
I was right behind him in the line, waiting to order my Frappacino and idly admiring his black curls that seemed to dance on the back of his neck. Any passerby would have thought I was some kind of stalker, but I hadn't yet gotten to that stage yet because his facial features were still unknown. I'd had previous experiences where I'd admired people's hair and they'd either had a facial deformity of some kind, or they were female, I wasn't taking any chances. The line moved on, and so did I, stumbling after the tall, broad shouldered Adonis before me, making sure my current book, Hide and Seek, hadn't fallen out of my hands. I had a tendency to drop things, or make a fool out of myself in the presence of beautiful people.
The Greek god was now ordering at the till, the teenage girl behind the counter melting in her work loafers. No matter how ugly her Starbucks uniform was it didn't stop her youthful hue from glowing, or her tight, golden ringlets from bouncing. Oh the joyful days of youth, how long gone they were since I was pushing 25 and I was still a virgin. I wasn't ugly, or horrid to look at, I just wasn't an amazing beauty. I kept my auburn curls in a neat bob to look business like at all times, I had glassy blue eyes that were on occasion hidden behind thick rimmed glasses when organising the books at the library. All together I was pretty, but not up to Greek god's par.
"May I take your order?" the girl behind the counter beamed, obviously ecstatic at the attention she was gaining from Greek god.
I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts, and looking towards starbucks girl then the Greek god, who was presently leaning against the counter waiting for his coffee, his dark orb burning into me. I bushed at how utterly perfect and handsome he was, then slowly made my way up to the counter, my long gypsy skirt swishing around my legs.
"I'll get a vanilla Frapacino please," I was glad that the words came out steady and I didn't make a fool out of myself.
The girl nodded, and then passed on my order to another beautiful college and I moved to the side, right beside Greek god. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, my bangles jangling around my wrist, my friend Sapna had brought them back for me from her visit to India.
"Hey," I almost jumped back at the suave tones emitted by the Greek god.
I could barely meet his gaze and smiled meekly, "hi."
I could not believe he was talking to me. On the inside I was dancing like a crazy person and singing "he likes me, he really likes me," but on the outside I was calmly telling myself that he was just being polite.
"I haven't seen you around here before," he drawled, seeming to lean closer.
That wasn't a good move because Sophie-Anne tended to hyperventilate when within close proximity of really hot guys. My breathing had already started to shudder and jump.
"Erm, well I come here all the time during my lunch break. I normally sit over there," I pointed to the seats tucked away in the corner, "and get some reading done before I have to go back to the library. I'm blabbering aren't I?"
He chuckled, tilting his head back slightly, his Adams apple bobbing up and down. And I wet myself. No, I didn't really, but I was close.
"It's fine, I haven't had a good conversation in a while. My job keeps random hours so my schedule is all over the place," he waved rather tanned and large hands in the air, hands that were made for pleasing.
"What do you do?" I bit my lip, keeping my speech to a minimum.
He hesitated, which was funny because normally hot people never hesitated.
"I'm an entertainer," he finally said.
I cocked my head to the side, "as in clown?"
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