Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 67

"I better hurry then." He jumped of the sofa and swiftly grabbed the jacket out of my hands.

"I'm coming too..." I looked at my mom, pleading.

"Well of course you can." She answered, emotionless. "I believe you have the decency not to perform intercourse in public..."

"Mom!" I screamed, blushing. "That's stupid...our...w...what...ugh, Lucas let's just go." I grabbed his hand and walked towards the door. The bastard was smiling the entire time.

"Be home in an hour. Yes, I believe that's appropriate amount of time." She mumbled to herself.

"Will do." Were the last words I said before I ran out the door.

"I like your mom." Lucas snorted, while taking a cigarette out of his pocket. "She's quirky. Just like you." He sneak-attacked me with a kiss on the cheek.

"She's not like me. She has...a condition." I said.

"I know, but," He tried lighting his cigarette, but the wind blew out the flame. He cringed his face in that cute way he usually does when he's annoyed by something, and tried lighting the cigarette one more time. "you're both...similar. I don't mean that in a bad way, I like that you are weird." He successfully lighted his addiction and winked.

"You're weird too..." I murmured to myself.

"What?" He pierced me with his dark eyes.

"N...Nothing..."

"Weird, how?" He pinched my butt.

"Like that..." I slapped his hand away.

"That's not weird," He pinched me again. "all guys do that to their girlfriends." Lucas got that naughty look in his eyes. He seemed rather...rambunctious today.

"N...Not the nice ones..." I shyly slapped his hand away again. I mean seriously, we're in a public place!

"Am I not nice?" He stepped behind me and gently wrapped his left hand around my waist, delicately tickling the bare skin of my stomach. "Well, lil' kitty?" He whispered into my ear, pressing his head next to mine.

"Lucas s...stop, what i...if somebody comes..." I nervously looked around the bus stop.

"No one will come..." He threw the cigarette away and sneaked his other hand under my shirt.

"A bartender? Don't you have to be a waiter first?" I asked, confused.

"Well, yes, in a way, but he took one look at me and told me that I'm perfect for a bartender. He'll give me some training for the first few weeks, so I'll only get half the pay, but I heard that the tips are great, so..."

"What do you mean,- perfect?" I asked, concerned. Perfect? Tips from...horny girls, drooling all over him?

"Well, apparently I've got the face that, how he put it, drags the costumers in," Damn his good looks! "and he also said that legally I shouldn't be serving alcohol because I'm a minor, but we can work around that. I think he likes me."

"Likes you?"

"Yeah, you know, like - Like, with the capital L..."

I narrowed my eyes. "Like...in a gay way?" I looked inside, staring at the owner of the bar.

Lucas laughed. "No, in an alien way...Of course in a gay way!"

"He's gay?" I was still staring at the guy in the bar. "He doesn't seem...gay..." He was wearing a white shirt with jeans, and he seemed...tough. Like one of those muscular guys you usually see at the gym.