He’s looking at me with this stupid look on his face and I’m wondering if I’ve surprised this meathead, football jock who thinks he’s a womanizer. The game is the same, the girl is different, but in this case, I’m not willing to play his game. I don’t mess around anymore, and I carry way too much baggage to just let this guy in.
“Um,” he starts, his overly confident façade is fading fast. I watch him for a second, mulling over my question and trying to choose the one he thinks fits the situation, the one I want him to choose. He’s overthinking it.
“You’re spending too much time thinking about a simple question. Just pick one,” I urge, making him even more uncomfortable.
“It’s not a simple question. For all I know you could be fucking with me, and I’m still left with a bag of wet laundry,” he replies, and I still don’t trust him just like he doesn’t trust me.
I’ve seen him around. I know he plays football, but I have zero interest in the game, never been to one since I transferred to Hawthorn. The crowd isn’t my scene and even if I had been to game, I’m sure he wouldn’t have ever noticed. The stadium is huge.
“I’m not fucking with you, but I do wonder who shows up to the laundromat without any money. You’re still going to need a few quarters to get those loads dry and I might be out.” I pretend to search my pocket and my purse, giving him a worried look, which elicits a laugh from him. It’s strangely natural and for a second he turns off the over the top charm and I get a glimpse of who he really is.
“Okay, so I admit it, I’ve never been to one of these places. I have a washer and dryer at my house that I share with a few of my buddies. It’s been broken for a while and the landlord hasn’t come to fix it. Plus, my mom usually does my laundry when I go home to visit.”
His honesty makes me burst out laughing, and as ridiculous as his admittance is, there’s something a little endearing about it.
“I’m not going to do your laundry for you like your mom. You’re on your own there, but I do have a few more quarters so you can dry it. You’re in luck.” I hold the coins out to him in the palm of my hand, closing my fingers around them when he reaches over. “I’m still waiting for your answer.”
“Wait a second, that question was in reference to me asking you out for a drink, not because I needed the quarters.”
“Well, now if you want the quarters and you want me to join you for a drink, you have to answer. So what’s it going to be? Truth or dare?” I hit back, playing with him and enjoying this flirty banter we have going on.
This time instead of hesitating he answers immediately, almost as if he’s worried I’m going to walk away.
“Dare,” he shouts out and the older couple startles, making both of us laugh, but quell it quickly when they hit us with a death stare.
“We’re interrupting their date,” I whisper, moving over so I can nudge this guy in the side with my elbow, tilting my head in the direction of the couple as they watch us. “You should’ve picked truth because I’m not so sure they’re going to like what I’m about to ask you to do.”
“If you ask me to go bother that old couple, I’m out. No girl is worth pissing off the elderly,” he says with far more conviction than I expect. He tosses his hands up in the air, looking at the washing machine spin in front of us.
“I would never, but I don’t think they’ll think it’s very funny when I tell you to put my panties on and walk around the laundromat.”
“My ass is not going to fit in your panties,” he argues instantly. “And we’re already interrupting their date.”
I let out a pretend annoyed sigh, crossing my arms over my chest and tapping my foot. “You’re the one who picked dare. You had two choices, so it’s not my fault that you chose the stupid one. Everyone knows you pick truth.”
“I didn’t realize there was a right or wrong answer or there was a consensus on what to pick. I want to change my choice now. I pick truth.”
“Oh my god, weirdo, you can’t change your choice now,” I bark out, shaking my head at him as I dangle a pair of my undies out to him. He has no idea I’m fucking with him and it’s hilarious.
He seems nice enough and he’s easy on the eyes that’s for sure, the body of a football player with a smile that could charm the pants off any girl. He’s charming me and I’m a hard one to crack.
“I can’t put your panties on,” he replies, his voice a little quieter. “It’s not that I don’t think you have great panties, I just think they’d look better on you and I’m kinda a total chicken. I only picked dare because…”
“Because you wanted me to think you were reckless and whatever?” I ask, finishing his thought.
“Yeah, something like that. The whole football player, womanizer thing. It’s kinda what I’m known for and I just went with it. It works most of the time, but fuck me, you saw right through it.”
I can’t tell if he’s fucking with me now. I have zero trust in men to do the right thing and be normal members of society, and I really can’t tell if this is an act to get me in bed. I can say wholeheartedly, I will not be going anywhere with him regardless.
The laundromat is starting to fill up a little more, allowing me to breathe a little more freely. That old couple was okay, but I feel a little more confident with a few more college students filing in. There’s always been safety in numbers, but the girls who have walked in are definitely checking this guy out, and I’m feeling a little possessive.
“Ladies,” he says, when they walk by us giggling and looking him up and down.
“Looks like you have some other options for finding yourself some quarters,” I say, pulling his attention back to me.
“Yeah, but we’ve got a good thing going on here and I wouldn’t want to fuck that up for a few quarters and some dry laundry.”
“Oh, trying to butter me up so you don’t have to don my panties and take a stroll around the laundromat, huh?”
“Okay, hang on, I thought we established that I changed my choice?” he states, a panty-dropping smirk on his chiseled face.
“And I thought I mentioned that you can’t change your choice because you didn’t like the dare?”
We’re now standing much closer, the heat from his body moving between us, the smell of his body wash or cologne filling the space. He smells far too good and it makes me want to be closer to him, to lean in and see if he really smells as good as I think he does.
“What’s your name?” he now asks, changing the subject and it makes me smile.
“Madison Montgomery. What’s yours?”
“Matt Lieberman, but I’m sure you knew that already,” he replies with that same cocky arrogance he had when he first walked in here.
“Wow, you were doing pretty well there until that,” I deadpan, wondering if taking a chance on this guy is a mistake.
“Okay, I’ll do the dare then. Hand over the panties.” He holds out his hand, a determined look on his face and I struggle to hold in the laugh.
This guy really thinks I’m going to let him ruin my undies all for a laugh. I knew he wouldn’t do it, but I figured it would be worth a try. And now I find myself having to find a way out of having this guy stretch out my expensive underwear.
“Okay, I’ll let you go with truth,” I say, immediately going with what I hope works, but in the short time I’ve known this guy, I already know it won’t work. He’s way too into this banter we have going and me changing up the rules after giving him shit will only add to his playfulness.
“Oh, now it’s okay to change the rules, huh? Worried I’ll look better than you in those panties?” he teases, reaching over to tuck a few strands of hair behind my ears.
The second his fingers touch my skin, everything feels like it’s electrified. It’s been so long since I’ve had that feeling and it scares me a little. I pull back, shying away, swallowing back the fear that tries to force its way into this interaction.
I don’t need to be afraid of him and I know that, but it’s still hard. What happened to me is always there in the back of my mind, telling me to be alert, be aware, be ready. I hate it, and I can’t let it consume my life.
“Yeah, we can make an exception. Plus, I was a little worried you’d look better in my underwear than me and then I don’t know what I would do. I guess I’d have to send them all home with you.”
“So what’s your new question since we’re both going to act like I didn’t chicken out on the dare part?”
“Why did you ask me out?”
He pauses for a few seconds, looking around the room, taking in the people. I can’t tell if he’s actually trying to come up with some bullshit answer or if he has no idea why he asked me to get a drink with him.
“Honestly, you’re the first girl I’ve asked out who didn’t instantly say yes. I like the feisty side of you, and it felt like we had a little bit of chemistry right from the start.”
“You like the chase?” I press, not wanting to be chased at all and hoping he disagrees with me.
“Not at all. At least not with you. I asked because you intrigued me and I thought it might be kinda cool to get to know you a little better and maybe pay you back for washing my laundry.”
“Okay, a solid answer. Now how about as your dare, you ask me out in front of everyone in here. Like stand up on the folding table and shout it for everyone to hear,” I say, smiling.
“Are you fucking with me? If I do this, will you say yes?” He’s hesitant again, looking me over and seeing if he can read my expression.
“I mean, a little, but you’ll have to ask to see what my answer is.” I wink at him, and signal with a wave of my hand for him to climb on up.
“You’re lucky you’re gorgeous. I wouldn’t do this for just anyone,” he now says, steeling up the courage to haul his ass up on the counter. I watch as he takes in a hard breath and hops up.
“You’re the one who chose dare,” I say before he can say anything to the small crowd that is now staring at him, including the two old people who think we’re idiots.
“Excuse me!” he calls out, his voice loud and booming even over the hum of the washing machines and dryers. “Can I have everyone’s attention!”
It only takes a second for everyone to be looking right at Matt. His two hundred plus pound ass, all muscled and hot, standing for everyone to see. He’s pretty hard to ignore.
“Madison Montgomery, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight?” he announces, his eyes focused only on me as the group of girls all let out a collective annoyed huff.
I wait, letting him sweat it out for a few seconds before I give my answer.
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