The VIRGIN STRIPPER

12

****Lisa Michaels****

"Harris, I can't  do that," I said amidst giggles as I watched him resurface over the wall again.

"No dinner for you," he said with a smile on his lips.

"How can you expect a girl to jump over a wall to get dinner?" I narrowed my eyes playfully at him once he shrugged his shoulders, "You can't be serious!" I screeched once he started to leave me on the other side of the whole.

Huffing as much discontent as I could, I eyed the wall for a second longer then began climbing it. More than anything, I regretted believing him when he said  he wanted to apologize to me for what he'd done at the bar two nights ago.

Now, I was climbing walls for an apology

from a very cute guy

And

for dinner as well.

"Fine, but next time you try to apologize to me, make sure your ultimate goal is to be forgiven. Not slaughtered." I said as I reached him.

"I did that for fun," I watched him slow down so that I could keep up with him. "You were so mad at me you didn't want to even see me."

"What makes you think that making me climb a wall on a Friday evening would make me want to see you ever again?" I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

"My bad!" We were finally standing in front of a small diner next to the outskirts of town.

A place that was all too familiar...

Looking around the place quietly, I swallowed hard and turned to face a conflicted Harris standing all hot and disheveled next to me.

"I heard they have the best sea-food here," he explained and I gave him an incredulous look.

"Your idea of an apology is to make me climb a wall and eat sea-food afterwards. Where are you from?"

"I'm a man of no origin and my idea was to bring you flowers and chocolates. Which I did and you refused for two days straight." He accused me before proceeding to walk into the elegant diner.

Glad I brought my heels and a sprinkle of endurance because I had a feeling without it, even his good looks couldn't save the guy from such a lousy apology.

"Harris," I called behind him and he stopped to wait up for me. "Why do I feel like I'm the one apologizing?" I rose an eyebrow at him.

"Because you are," he said walking further into the diner. "Thought I'd let you off the hook for not telling me yesterday was your birthday?"

"You checked my Facebook page?"

"We are friends, aren't we?" he shrugged the question.

"Not on Facebook. How'd you get my profile?"

"Let's work on the apology first," he said pulling a chair for me, " Happy valentines."

His smile almost knocked the breathe out of me and I had to look away in order to effectively fight the blush on my cheeks.

"Happy valentines," I smiled back at him and took the  bouquet of flowers he was offering.

"So how do you celebrate birthdays plus valentines?"

"One word: Chocolates." I giggled at his wide-eyed expression once the words were out of me.

"You are just too cute when you are not being mad."

"And you are still not forgiven  for what you did."

"At least we are talking!"

you have no idea!