Strains of Bobby McFerrin’s ‘Don’t worry Be Happy’ floated into the room. Dan cringed, he’d kill Sam, what the hell had he been doing messing about with his CDs. He knew he shouldn’t have left him in the lounge alone for any length of time. At the same time he was impressed that Sam had probably found the most embarrassing CD he owned to put in the player.
He quickly poked his head round the door to the lounge.
‘Ignore that. I had my god son round last night and left him alone in here.’ She turned and smiled, tilting her head to one side, god she was so beautiful. ‘What?’ he asked.
‘I’m trying to imagine you as a god father. Are you good with kids?’ He hadn’t realised what he’d done, but mentally patted himself on the back for bringing up Sam. Girls loved men that liked kids. She was probably imagining him being the father of her kids at this second. Whatever worked to get her into bed. Although, she was there, back at Dan’s – there wasn’t much doubt they’d be going to bed soon!
‘Oh, I love kids. Well I love Sam anyway. He’s three. When my best mate got married and his Mrs got pregnant I freaked out. But now I love spending time with him. He’s my little man.’ Dan crossed to the fireplace and picked up the picture that took centre stage there. ‘This is him.’ He handed it to Molly, knowing the picture of him and Sam giggling like they were both three years old would make her fall for him just a little more.
‘Oh he’s so cute.’ She handed the picture back at him grinning. ‘So do you want children then?’
He didn’t know how to play that question. He didn’t want her to think that this was going to be anything more than a one nighter, but at the same time, it was always good to give women what they want to hear.
He decided to ignore the question and bent down to her level, looking her dead in the eye.
‘I’ll tell you what I do want…’ He lent in and kissed her gently on the lips, his left hand gently grazing her bare arm, down to the crease in her elbow. He kissed her again doing the same on the other side. She made a tiny groaning sound he loved, as he drew away and stood up.
‘I’d better get those drinks while I’m still able to walk away from you. Don’t go anywhere.’ He walked out the room feeling her eyes on his back undressing him.
As he was opening the wine his mind drifted to shopping with Kate the other day. And the way she looked in THAT dress. It had fitted her perfectly showing off every curve she had. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about Kate like that. Well, he wasn’t really, it was just a dress on a body. But Kate’s body?
He shrugged her image out of his head as he carried the wine to the lounge, and put all his attention into creating the next notch on his bedpost.
Today’s Fiction Friday story was brought to you from the prompt
Strains of Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry Be Happy” floated into the room.
I started writing it from Kate’s point of view (the girl I’ve used for the last few weeks’ stories – the MC from one of my novels) but I had a feeling that it could be read as something I’m going through at the moment so stopped that pretty early. I wanted to keep with the ‘Holiday’ (my novel) theme, so thought I’d bring out Dan – he’s Kate’s best friend.
As ‘Holiday’ is written/going to be written 1st person (Kate) I’ve not really explored Dan too much, but thought this would be a good time to. Plus I got the idea of the music being used in a seduction – and Dan’s a proper player so he fitted well.
As always, please let me know what you think, especially as I’ve very rarely entered a man’s head in my writing – does he sound realistic?