Chapter 26: You Come Here Often?

Chapter 26: You Come Here Often?
Chapter 26: You Come Here Often?

Roy 

Alessia's head was slightly tilted to the right as she read and it left her long elegant neck exposed and I wanted to lick down the length of it.

“Hey, darling?” My voice broke her concentration. I saw her jolt like she literally didn't see me approaching the table. The corner of her lip tipped me into barely a smile but she marked her book and closed it when I slid into the booth across from her. Leaning her head into her hand, she spoke.

“Hello, Roy.” 

And damn did she sound good saying it. She has a naturally sexy voice whether she knows it or not. I couldn't help myself, I stared at her face. I really like her damn face, flawless and it seems like she put a lighter shimmer over her eyes which looked really good. But finally, I had to drag my eyes away so I didn't come off as a freak. Instead, I let my eye fall down to the book in front of her.

“Did you bring a book to a bar?” I asked the obvious question.

“Yes,” she deadpanned with a definitive expression. 

“And why is that?” I figured a bar is the last place someone would want  to read a book. Isn't it for socializing here?

“People aren't as interesting as they think they are.” She deadpanned again and it made me chuckle and rubbed at the back of my neck.

“Well, I hope that means the company is excluded, I would hate to bore you, darling.” I gave her a playful wink but she took her lip into her mouth like she might have been affected by that wink. Fuck, I wanted her to be affected.

I think it just dawned on me that this girl is actually kind of intimidating. She knows a lot about a lot and she speaks with ease and makes you want to catch up and be interested the way she seems to be interested. At least, that is my first impression of her. I really don't know her at all, and I probably shouldn't get to know her too much because this is meant to be casual and physical. I couldn't help myself though, so I asked about the book. Her face brightens when I do. I leaned forward over to the table to see the title of the book. It was practically pocket sized and very yellow in color.

“I doubt you give an actual shit what it is about but listen to this. I just marked this part right before you came in.” She told me, flipping through the page until she stopped at something. 

“The guy is talking about spiritual prayers and chants and things like that.” She rambled more enthusiastically than she had the first day I met her. 

She had been somewhat dry when she spoke but in a funny way. Now I could see she was totally smitten about the passage that was lost upon me. Her steady reading voice was really nice and she was easily heard because the bar was mostly quiet. There were two boozehouse in the corner slumped forward and knocking on the bar top when they went their refill of cheap filler beer and the occasional whisky chaser. With her eyes down at her book, I just enjoyed the view of her. I liked this view, her pretty eyes can't be seen because they are darting around on the page but her pretty pink lips move with words that only half make sense to me. Not a sense because I am not an idiot but I wasn't affected the way she was and I liked seeing her affected is what I am saying.

Fuck, she has got his book and you can tell it has been properly delved into because it is all dog eared, right? And she read it in a way that makes it look like sex. Like slow, sexy sex that I just cannot look away from.

“Pretty girls make graves. Isn't that such a great line?” She finally dropped the book in front of her and leaned into her hand again. 

Looking closely at me, making me want to find something interesting to respond to. Instead, I was lame and went for smooth talk.

“You must run a whole damn cemetery then.” I smirked at her. She chuckled but I doubt she felt impressed in any way. Why the hell should I care about that? I don't.

“Anyways, lust, birth, suffering and death, maybe I am just jazzed because of the women's rally I went to. I get really jazzed when something I read accidentally coincides with what is happening in my present life.” She leaned back in her burgundy booth seat and waved her hand at the man behind the bar.

“Order something,” she tipped her head at me and I didn't even get to make a comment on what she had just been saying. Rally?

“He already knows what I like.” She told me.

“You come here often?” I asked and she lifted one thin shoulder into a shrug.

“They don't check ID here since I lost mine if you remember. I figured this was a good place to go, besides, he lets me come in here to eat. You wouldn't think it by the look of this place but it is actually really good.” She assured me.

“I ate before I came but I will grab our drinks.” I told her.

I wonder how often she comes here or how she even found this place to begin with. I guess I could ask her, make conversation and all that.

Alessia and I both had beer but I don't like drinking heavy beers right before I take a girl to bed. It is too filling and what I wanted to do to her requires a settled stomach. Still, it was just one light beer and then we took a card out of the boozehouse book and finished it with a  whiskey chaser. Our congratulations had been easy, I didn't anticipate it being this easy, seeing as neither of us like answering personal questions. We talked about everything else though, and I realized there is plenty to talk about if not ourselves. Plenty more than ourselves and that is what she said she likes talking about. She had just finished telling me about some women's rally she had been to. She had a lot to say about it too, intelligent things, impressive things and she is nothing like anyone I have ever been associated myself with, not even close. And when she talked about the abortion law, all I could do was think of my cousin and her current circumstances. Alessia had no idea how relevant her interests are to my life right now and she also talked about objectification.