Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI
Twenty minutes later David Hodges emerged from the bathroom looking like he had been put through the wringer.
"Feel better?" Wendy asked.
"I feel like an idiot" he replied.
David, come sit" she said.
Reluctantly he sat down beside her.
"Why did you indulge so much before our date?" she asked gently.
"I was nervous and the others were convincing me to drink more."
"What others?"
David didn't reply.
"Hodges!" Wendy said.
"Archie and Henry."
Wendy looked shocked. "Archie and Henry kept encouraging you to drink?"
"Helping me to take the edge off."
"How many did you have?"
"Three beer"
"Three?" she said incredulously.
He nodded. "Archie and Henry out drank me and after I left they still continued."
"You only had three? David I'm a woman and I can handle more."
"I'm not much of a beer drinker" he said.
They were quiet. "Did I blow this Wendy?" he asked quietly.
She sighed. "No of course not David. It has been so long since I have had any kind of relationship and the fact that you're into that sci-fi stuff too is a turn on." She said.
He brightened. "Really?"
She leaned over to kiss him to which he was about to oblige, until he excused himself and bolted for the bathroom.
Five minutes later he returned. "I am so sorry Wendy."
"Do you want to spend the night?" she asked. "We can put on a DVD of Astroquest"
He looked at her. "I'd love to - uh – but." he sputtered.
"I get the message. You're in no condition for any love stuff."
He nodded.
"That's gonna be a problem cuz I sleep in this" she told him and revealed her skimpy top and bottoms.
David's hormones were working overtime.
"What do you sleep in?" she asked in a husky voice.
He couldn't reply, he was in too much shock.