Chapter Nine: Invitations and Indecencies
Lindsay practically floated into her apartment at a little past midnight. Aside from being sweet and charming, Chris was also a very good kisser. She touched her lips and smiled at the memory. Very, very good. She did a little pirouette on her way into the kitchen to get some water and hopefully stave off the hangover she'd otherwise have in the morning.
"Either you really, really love your job, or you did something fun after work. Am I right?" Jess asked with a raised eyebrow, taking in the sight of her jubilant roommate as twirled through the kitchen.
"Mmmhmm. His name's Chris…" … and boy would I love to be doing him right now. Lindsay blushed at her thoughts. "He's a fireman I met tonight. At a bar. I picked up a fireman at a bar!" She laughed and did another little twirl, still unable to believe herself. The guys back home are never going to believe this!
"You get to go to a bar and meet a presumably hot fireman named Chris, and I'm still sitting around here waiting for you to introduce me to a hot cop. Life just ain't fair, lemme tellya." Jess tried to keep her face sad and mournful but watching Lindsay practically dance on air made that impossible. "So, is he hot?"
"Oh God, is he ever. He's tall, dark, and handsome and a fireman! Need I say more? Because I can. Really a lot. I could probably gush about him for an hour and not break a sweat. Did I mention he's a fantastic kisser? I'm talking world-class here," she sighed dreamily and rested her chin on her hand as she sat at the table. I wonder what else he's that good at.
Jess paused in her act of filling two bowls with ice cream. "Some girls get all the luck." Finishing her task and putting the ice cream back in the fridge, she placed a bowl in front of Lindsay and dug into her own. "Alright, I can be patient no more. We're going to have a party this weekend and you're going to invite all of your hottie coworkers to come to it."
"Okay," Lindsay sighed, not really listening to her roommate. "Wait… what did you say?" She blinked and sat up straight as the information made it through her alcohol and lust clouded brain.
"I just said that we're going to throw you a house-warming party to celebrate this lovely apartment you've moved into… and to get me set up with a hottie of my own." Jess licked her spoon and smiled at the look on the other girl's face.
Oh God. This can't be a good thing.
………
"I'm not sayin' I don't wanna go, I'm just sayin' what if I'm busy?" Danny argued reasonably. Sure, it's true that I don't wanna go, but she don't have to know that.
"That's why I'm tellin' y'about it five days in advance. So you won't be busy." Cindy argued just as reasonably as she moved over to straddle his lap.
Oh man. She's good.
He licked his lips, "… it's only a couple of hours, right?" He was weakening and they both knew it.
"Mmmhmm," she leaned down and started nibbling on his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head and his hands made their way to her hips. God, I love it when she does that thing with her tongue.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, long and deep.
"So, what kinda gift do ya bring to a Bar Mitzvah, anyway?"
She laughed and kissed him again before moving over on the couch and pulling him down on top of her.
………
"It's nothing fancy or anything. It's just a little get-together to show off my first New York apartment," Lindsay blushed as she told Hawkes about her party.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, giving her that open look of complete sincerity that was always so sweet. "Do you want me to bring anything?"
"Just yourself." And possibly a protective shield if you don't want to get jumped by my roommate. "Anytime after five o'clock. We're getting takeout from about 10 different places in the neighbourhood so we can rate them and see which flyers are worth keeping around and which ones are going in the blue bin."
"That's a great idea. I'll be sure to be hungry, in that case," he looked down as his beeper went off. "Oh, that's Adam. I've gotta run. Thanks for the invite!"
"No problem. See if Adam wants to come to, will you?"
"Sure thing!"
That takes care of everyone except…
"Montana! What's this I hear about you havin' a party and not inviting yours truly? I think I'm insulted!"
Messer.
"Don't be. I just hadn't gotten around to you, yet, is all," she pasted a civil expression on her face and turned to look at him.
"Savin' the best for last, eh? I get it." Man, I hope it's early on Saturday so I can get out of that Bar Mitzvah thing.
"Saturday, any time after five. You can probably carpool with someone, but if not I can give you directions." Two lefts and a right and go straight on down to Hell.
Damn. Too late to get out of the other thing. Oh well. Maybe I can have fun convincing Cindy to come to this with me. "I'm a New Yorker, Montana, I can find any place in the city. Don't you worry 'bout me."
"I never do."
