Second thoughts

What?” I asked, feigning confusion.
“Don’t you dare fall in love with me,” she said in a pissed off tone. I couldn’t tell if her tone was serious or mock.
“I…,” was all I was able to mutter.
“You’re honestly not going to invite me back to your apartment so you can fuck my brains out?”
I struggled again for words. I stood there staring at her as she smiled at me. Finally, I came to my senses and jumped in with both feet.

“Annie? Would you like to go with me to my apartment so I can fuck your brains out?” I asked with the straightest of faces. I was surprised at how easily those words rolled off my tongue.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said smiling and lacing her arm in mine. “Drive me to my car?”
Once in my apartment I showed her around and then opened a bottle of wine to sip as we talked. She seemed fascinated by my music collection. I asked her to put on whatever she liked as I sat down on the couch. She knelt on the floor to get a closer look at the titles. I sat back and enjoyed the view.