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Chapter 27: Maybe... novel My Father's Best Friend

I need to get laid, was what Lance thought as he got into Mix's.

The sudden awareness that enveloped his body, making him feel bare, ever since the night before while all the tension and heat seemed to unwelcomingly come out of nowhere between him and Andrea is on the verge of being unbearable.

Normally, he would just do the deed to get it all out, but his situation is not on the Normal category. He's sexually attracted to the daughter of his best friend! And just doing it is like suicide for him. Even admitting it is like a slit on the wrist! Andrea, though she may be well experienced on the dating department, is an innocent girl when it comes to such things and he can't take that innocence because of his lust. It would be cruel.

A scotch was put in front of him, dragging him back to reality and suddenly became aware of his noisy surroundings and his purpose. He had not seen Andrea for almost 10 hours but still the awareness she made him feel and his body's response at the thought of her is as much as if she was around and it pained him, especially the erection between his legs.

"Hey, sexy," a flirty voice purred behind his ear, shattering his reverie, becoming aware of his female company.

He turned his stool around to look at the sexy brunette standing in front of him, wearing a very coquettish smile that should have stirred desire within him but no, it just made his member soften.

Lance smiled back, turning on his charms, "Right back at you,"

"Would you mind if I buy us drinks?" she asked, sitting at the stool beside him. Lance turned back to the bar.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" he said, making the girl giggle.

"A dirty martini with two olives for me, then," she said, without so much as a resistance.

"Ok," he said, getting the attention of the bartender and ordering.

"Abby," the girl said, holding out a hand.

Lance took it and instead of shaking it, he kissed the back of it, "Lance," he said.

Abby giggled and blush, making him remember Andrea whenever she felt embarrass and quickly shook the thought away as he looked into the brown eyes of the woman, who must be older than Andrea, in front of him. Their conversation was light and flirty and all the while thoughts about Andrea came visiting his mind. The way Abby's eyes seem to twinkle like Andrea's whenever she laughed. How Abby flipped her hair whenever she felt like they are crowding her front, just like Andrea. Just like Andrea. Just like Andrea...

"Hey, you want to go to my place, maybe test my martini-making skills?" he blurted out before thoughts about Andrea flood his mind completely.

"Sure," she answered, almost like she had anticipated such question.

He mindlessly took her hand and walked out towards the lively streets of LA and took her to his car.

"Sweet ride," she commented.

"Thanks," he mumbled towards her direction as he revved up his car. He can't carry small talk now, not with his current state of mind, that is!

The short drive was full of yups, nods and headshakes, as he tried to give Abby his attention. They reached his apartment few minutes earlier, and he escorted her up to his floor, all the while Abby commenting on how nice the place is.

"Nice crib," she said, nodding to herself like a bubble head dog except sexier.

"Want me to mix some drinks for us?" he asked, flatly.

He looked at his direction and smiled, "That's what I came here for," and flopped down his sofa, feeling so much at home, though he never said to feel at home.

Lance made his way to his bar, on the way played an old classical song on his turntable and started on mixing some martini for the both of them, in his mind a scene that will ensue in less than five minutes, where Abby will be all over him and after a hot and rather wild time, he will be sated of the needs he so thoroughly need sating.

Abby was looking at him, sultrily, as he walked towards her with both their drinks in hand.

"Here you go," he gave the martini, and sat down beside her. They started a conversation and he found Abby quite the conversationalist, but it was not like Andrea and how knowledgeable she is whenever they are talking, how random trivia and facts pop out of her mouth and making the conversation a debate between the pros and cons.

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