Casual Affair (Jardougall)

You're Not Quite Satan, But I Really Think I Hate You

I woke up with a pounding in my head. I groaned and tried to roll over, but there was something in my way.

My eyes slowly opened and I realised that it was a someone instead of a something. It was then that I realised I was naked and in bed with the girl from last night. I immediately started to get up and try to find my clothes while simultaneously trying to cover myself. Suddenly laughter could be heard from the bed.

"Relax honey, I've seen it all," the woman whose name I still did not know said.

"Just because you've seen it, does not mean I want you to see it again. Besides, you shouldn't have taken advantage of me while I was intoxicated."

"Well, I was intoxicated too, so by that logic, you shouldn't have taken advantage of me while I was intoxicated."

I groaned while putting on my clothes,"I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Jenna," she said while getting up and putting an over-sized shirt and underwear on," Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Before I could even say anything, she was out the door and heading into what I'm assuming was the kitchen.

I walked out of the room and it lead me into a living room. It wasn't much, just a flat screen TV, two couches. and a coffee table. I looked to my right to see Jenna in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to be done. She looked over and we made eye contact. I quickly looked down.

"I...I think I'm gonna leave now," I said awkwardly.

"Ooh, about that," she started," We drove my car here."

"Shit. Okay, what is this address?"

"421 Oak Street.'

"Fuck!" I accidentally shouted,"I live on the other side of town." She looked over at me with a smirk. "You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you," I said to her. She just chuckled.

"I could drive you home," she replied, with a hint of satan himself in her voice.

"No, no, no, that is definitely not happening," I said, starting to panic.

"Well, how about I drive you to your car?"

I thought about it. It was too far of a walk and I certainly can not call my husband to come pick me up from my one night stand's house.

Oh. Fuck. My one night stand.

I suddenly felt like I was about to cry. I may not like the man, hell I may even hate him, but I never wanted to be a cheater.

"Ye...Yeah, let's do that," I said, my voice cracking a little bit.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Please just take me to my car now," I snapped while walking out the front door.