Lucas
Riley Matthew.
The girl I needed to ask out as a favor to my best friend, Daniel. He had fallen instantly in love with Riley’s BFF, Kara. I wasn't sure how when they’d never actually spoken to each other. Since he was determined to get into Law school and couldn’t divide his focus, he’d gone insane and pretty much decided to follow the girl everytime which I doubt is right morally.
I figured I could keep him out of jail if I helped out, so I offered to take Riley on a date to dig for more information.
Not that my plan was completely altruistic. Riley was sexy as hell, smart, and funny student at our college. A evening in her company would not be boring.
Too bad I was asking her out on false pretenses.
Riley and Delia were just leaving their last class, so I “bumped” into them in the quad. I’d met both of them before because I knew just about everyone on campus. Unlike Daniel, I was the life of the whole party.
Don’t get me wrong, I studied and maintained a high scores in sat, but my subjects in school the much less grueling subject of finance and commerce. That left me plenty of time to live up to college and party for enjoyment.
"Good morning, ladies,” I spouted cheerfully as I matched their pace and walked beside them.
“Lucas, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Riley chirped playfully while Kara just smiled and waved.
“I need your help,” I told Riley in a solemn voice.
“Oh?”
“I’ve been having this recurring nightmare where I’m on a date with a red-headed chick with green eyes and pale skin. After dinner, I take her home, where she pulls out a knife and stabs me to death.” I shuddered.
Riley stopped and looked up at me (at six foot two inches, I towered over her average height), raising an eyebrow. “And you want me to reenact it? Find me a rubber knife, and I’m in.” Her tone was utterly deadpan.
Kara giggled, but I stared at Riley for a couple of beats, trying to decide if she was messing with me. One corner of her mouth slipped up before she began walking again, and I chuckled.
“Well, you’re half right,” I said, reaching out to tug on a shoulder-length, bright red lock of hair.
“Just the stabbing part? I don’t know, shouldn’t I get a nice dinner for risking myself by being your real-life nightmare?
And by the way, if you lose your shit and I have to punch you to keep you from attacking me, you’ll owe me dessert too.”
I held in a laugh and kept my expression serious as I pretended to think it over. Riley intrigued me in a way that I’d never experienced before. She really was the whole package.
Finally, I shook my head. “I don’t think having you pretend to kill me will help my nightmares.
I suspect that if I take you out to dinner—dessert included—and the night doesn’t end with me bleeding out on the ground—real or pretend—the dream won’t haunt me anymore.”
Riley was quiet for a few moments, although Kara was trying to hold in her laughter.
When I winked at her, she burst out laughing, and while she wasn’t nearly as drop-dead gorgeous as Riley could see what Daniel saw in her.
“Okay,” Riley said, holding out her hand. “I still think stabbing is the way to go, but I’m willing to try it your way.”
“Excellent,” I replied with a grin.
I took her hand, and a bolt of electricity shot up my arm and down my body, straight to my nether parts. Fucking hell. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt desire for a woman, and my body picked this time, this woman?
Well I didn't saw that coming
