The pretty brunette from last night was watching me in a way I would quickly categorize as stalker-ish. Great. Another one. "Morning, baby," she purred softly and reached out, rubbing her fingers down the side of my face. "Hi, beautiful." It wasn't a lie. She was breathtaking, but it was muted due to her incessant need to talk about herself. I knew every moment from her childhood, her sex life, her dreams, aspirations, favorite color, hobbies, past lovers...you name it, I knew it. Getting my ass up and out of her house was the first thing on my list of things to do. Unless she wanted to fix me breakfast. "What are we doing today?" We? Shit. "I actually have to go to work in about," I lifted my head in search for a clock, "an hour." "Let's go have breakfast somewhere and then after you get off, we'll go shopping or something." She scooted close to me, pressing her breasts against the side of my chest and ran her nose over my earlobe. "Sound fun?" Ummm...no. "Let's have breakfast here and then I'll call you when I get off.
