Your clothes were dirty

"I... ah... umm... my clothes... my clothes got dirty, and had to be put in the wash!" you manage to come up with on the spot.

Alex chuckled. "Well, you should get them washed soon, because you look like a clown right now." You were not amused. "Anyway, I'm not sure we've ever met. I'm Alex." He was definitely staring at your chest. You felt a small tickle in the pit of your belly.

"I'm... Jennifer!" you say, probably a little enthusiastically. "Jennifer," you manage more calmly.

"Well, Jennifer, it's nice to meet you. And I certainly didn't mind how we met." You roll your eyes, but feel yourself blush a little. Alex was never good with women. He was still looking at your tits. "How do you know John, and why hasn't he ever introduced us?" He asked, trying to act suave by leaning against the wall. "For that matter, where is he?"

Shit! You should start coming up with answers before he asks these questions. "He... he went out for a bit. To... to wash my clothes!"

Alex looked at you like you said something dumb. "Why didn't he just wash them here?"

Fuck! Why didn't you think of that! Oh, but an idea pops into your head. "Be...cause they were dry clean only."

Alex nods, attempting to look like he understands the first thing about laundry. "Did he say when he would be back?"

"Not until after work; he'd have to go there straight from the dry cleaners." Hopefully this would get Alex out the door so you could figure things out.

"So we have the whole house to ourselves?" You didn't like that look in his eye. "Why don't we just hang out and wait for him together. Everything's better with company, right?"