01. Oversexed Poster Boy Goes Fishing

I peek over my cards to give her a critical eye. Kind of squinting and hoping I don’t look constipated.

She raises a brow. It’s obviously a challenge.

I rearrange my group, stalling the inevitable. I have to ask but I hesitate knowing what’s at stake. I open my mouth but immediately close it after a mere second. I must be absolutely sure or I may suffer the horrible consequences. There is still a chance I could take this home but I don’t want to get my hopes up.

“Do you…” I pause for effect. “Have an eight?”

Her pale blue eyes light up and I know she must be smirking behind her one little card. It is terribly twisted I bet, making her look like the wicked witch of the west coast. I am doomed for sure.

“Go fish!” She exclaims with all the enthusiasm she can muster.

I sigh dejectedly and take the plunge dipping my hand into our “pond of fish”. I curse her skills but nearly squeal in glee upon discovery of another match. I set the pair of kings down making sure it’s all stacked neatly. Her cards are haphazardly displayed in front of her but she has more than me, the wench! When did she get so good?

“Do you, dear Watson, have a four?” Her eyes look sinister.

And why am I “Watson”? I should be Sherlock…at least once.

I peruse what’s nestled in my hands very carefully. I’m not seeing any and a swell of hope forms in my chest. However that soon depletes upon the discovery of four of diamonds lurking behind a jack of clubs. Noooooo! It is the end of me! Reluctantly, I slip the card out and offer it to her. She actually does squeal and begin her personal victory dance. Meanwhile I slump against the counter in defeat. My life is over.

“You know what this means?” She crows.

“I know,” I grumble. It means that I not only have to close today, but run across the street to Coffee King where I shall drop my trousers and press my bare bottom to the window effectively mooning all within. I honestly thought this was a brilliant idea when we made this bet but I had every intention of winning. Truth be told, I didn’t want to close more than moon our bastard neighbors. I have many endless things to do…sort of.

Mia is giggling like a deranged clown when a deep clearing of throat is heard. My co-worker goes silent and I have to wonder who could possibly be interrupting us. Oh that’s right. Break times over!

I shoot up and stand straight, hoping to look less like a failure. My lovely green eyes lock with a pair of lovely hazel ones. Hubba Hubba, is the only thing that crosses my mind. Complimenting those eyes is rich, thick chocolate hair I seriously want to run my hands through and maybe grip it like my sexy life depended on it. Speaking of sexy, the man standing expectantly before me also sports fair skin, stubble, and what must be a swimmer’s build beneath that dark suit. He almost looks like he should be on the cover of GQ magazine. I have the strangest urge to growl at him like a tiger in heat. Instead I am grinning like an idiot.

Mia meanwhile is laughing like the idiot she is. I frown/pout at her. All she does is point to my face while tears leak out of the corner of her eyes. What the fudge? I reach up and discover two playing cards stuck to the side of my face. Okay. So I was standing there checking out Mr. McSexyPants and giving flirty eyes with a pair of queens on my face? Oh what a wonderful day this is turning out to be. I smile sheepishly and notice the raised brow and hint of a smile coming from the hot suit guy. I hope I’m not drooling.

I slide the cards to the floor with one swift motion to retrieve later and offer my best smile to this gorgeous customer. “Hello, welcome to Pink Apple Café, how may I serve you?” Personally, I can think of a few ways. Jeez, he has such scrumptious lips. I want to just suck on that bottom one like a piece of hard candy.

It is true what they say about boys. That they think about sex every ten seconds or so. I am the poster boy for that statistic. Do I feel randy? I think I do.

Author's Note; Hello! Welcome to the reader interactive story "The Flamboyant Misadventures of Patch Ryans" starring my alter ego Patrick Ryans aka Patch. This was just a little idea I had. Basically the readers, you lovely people, get to help move the story along by various ways. For example, give suggestions for names, attributes, places, or scenarios, etc. I'll choose what I like best or just roll a dice to decide from there. Leave all suggestions in reviews and then look forward to the next installment. These will hopefully be pretty frequent and not particularly long but always fun!

This time around I would like you all to give suggestions for a name, age, and occupation of our hot suit guy aka Mr. McSexyPants. Have fun!