Of course you do.

You extend your hand and she takes it with more strength than you expected. You look at your hand in hers, it seems smaller somehow. “I’m Alex.”

“Alex, cool. Is that your yellow Fiat outside?”

“Ya, it’s mine.”

“Nice, cool car. To bad it’s not really Italian anymore, not like my Ducati. I’ve got a monster. Ever ridden a motorcycle?”

“No.” She still hasn’t let go. She is a good 7” shorter than you but with her high heels and your insistence to slouch, she seems taller this close.

She leans forward, “So, you are kinda butch. Do you like girls?”

“Yes I like girls, and I’m not butch, I’m…”

She puts a finger to your lips to silence you, “It’s not an insult, I’ve got a strap-on I’d love to wreck your pussy with.”

“I don’t…”

She cuts you off, calling in to the office, “I’ll be right in. Alex just needed help.” She glares at you, “Give me your phone.”

So should you?

No, she’s going to steal it.

As if I could say no.

Hell no, she’s to pushy.

Sure, she’s hot.