decision.
"Wow. Amber. If I didn't know better, you get
more gorgeous by the minute."
Ok. Ladies. Here is where I want to break out
in song and dance, and no, I am not drunk. I am listening to my
heart pound in my ears, my chest restricting, my toes curl, and my
lovely lady spot vibrating. Then before I could say a word, he
kissed me again. This time, we had to work together to close the
door behind him as we fell against it moaning and kissing.
I pulled away first. I could have easily
pulled another reckless love moment, but a little notion told me he
wanted to know more, establish a friendship and so did I. It was
either that, or cupid just shot me with the 'stop being stupid'
arrow.
He spoke up first. "I could easily devour you
here and not leave your place until morning. However, I have not
eaten a bite all day, and I need to suffice my appetite with food.
Then I can suffice my other appetite, if you decide to invite me
back for a night cap."
I had work in the morning and a huge lack of
proper sleep from the previous night. However, did I say no? No, I
did not. Who needs a good night's sleep two nights in a row when I
have my whole life ahead of me. I reached up, gave him a quick
peck, and told him I needed to grab my shoes and purse. I decided
on the easy slip off kind. I did not want any delays when we got
back.
Chapter Five
The pub he selected to
take me to was one of my favorites and was only five blocks away
from our building. Living in the city had its advantages, in many
ways. Getting tipsy at the local pub and needing to walk home was
one of them.
Just as we walked out of the apartment
building and into the warm evening air, I felt his hand go to my
back as we stepped out on the street. With only five or six click
clacks of my three-inch slip on kitten heels in red leather, with
white stitching, they are very cute, trust me; I felt his hand
reach for mine. I looked down just as I let his fingers intertwine
with mine, and then I looked up to his sultry colored eyes as he
was already looking at me with a smile that said what I felt. This
is nice.
The five block walk to the pub was taken in
slow easy steps. It was as if we were in no hurry to get there. I
knew he mentioned he was hungry but at the pace we were walking,
and his slow easy conversation telling me about his day with the
tenants in both buildings, I could have walked a mile and never
stopped. It was a great feeling to hold his hand and walk down the
street in a casual pace, one that I could see us replaying this
scenario many nights to come.
It was then that it hit me as he held the
door open for me to the pub, and we walked in with his hand to my
lower back that I realized I needed not to muck this one up, but
take it slow, make it a real relationship, not a fly-by-night
passionate thing. That was my smart mature brain talking; however,
my whohaw was thinking something totally different should be
happening at the end of this evening. The race between the two was
on. I had my bets placed on the mature relationship date, while
some of the people in the pub that could not seem to take their
eyes off us made me think the other would be the winner. I caught a
reflection in a mirror as we sat at a two-person bar height table
and saw the romantic couple we were portraying to the world. It was
the type of love and affection couples showed each other that
seemed real, not first date nervous, not I have to be here to get
laid, but a sign that two people clicked. Mason and I clicked, and
with that thought, so did my neither region; it was clicking a mile
a minute. This was going to be a tough call at the end of this
evening.
I decided to do what I do best when
flustering feelings of fantasy take place in an inappropriate
place; I babbled a few questions out. "So, Mason, tell me what it
is like doing maintenance on the two buildings? I mean you have
told me a few interesting stories about the tenants, but I could
easily see how two buildings could be a bit
"Wow. Amber. If I didn't know better, you get
more gorgeous by the minute."
Ok. Ladies. Here is where I want to break out
in song and dance, and no, I am not drunk. I am listening to my
heart pound in my ears, my chest restricting, my toes curl, and my
lovely lady spot vibrating. Then before I could say a word, he
kissed me again. This time, we had to work together to close the
door behind him as we fell against it moaning and kissing.
I pulled away first. I could have easily
pulled another reckless love moment, but a little notion told me he
wanted to know more, establish a friendship and so did I. It was
either that, or cupid just shot me with the 'stop being stupid'
arrow.
He spoke up first. "I could easily devour you
here and not leave your place until morning. However, I have not
eaten a bite all day, and I need to suffice my appetite with food.
Then I can suffice my other appetite, if you decide to invite me
back for a night cap."
I had work in the morning and a huge lack of
proper sleep from the previous night. However, did I say no? No, I
did not. Who needs a good night's sleep two nights in a row when I
have my whole life ahead of me. I reached up, gave him a quick
peck, and told him I needed to grab my shoes and purse. I decided
on the easy slip off kind. I did not want any delays when we got
back.
Chapter Five
The pub he selected to
take me to was one of my favorites and was only five blocks away
from our building. Living in the city had its advantages, in many
ways. Getting tipsy at the local pub and needing to walk home was
one of them.
Just as we walked out of the apartment
building and into the warm evening air, I felt his hand go to my
back as we stepped out on the street. With only five or six click
clacks of my three-inch slip on kitten heels in red leather, with
white stitching, they are very cute, trust me; I felt his hand
reach for mine. I looked down just as I let his fingers intertwine
with mine, and then I looked up to his sultry colored eyes as he
was already looking at me with a smile that said what I felt. This
is nice.
The five block walk to the pub was taken in
slow easy steps. It was as if we were in no hurry to get there. I
knew he mentioned he was hungry but at the pace we were walking,
and his slow easy conversation telling me about his day with the
tenants in both buildings, I could have walked a mile and never
stopped. It was a great feeling to hold his hand and walk down the
street in a casual pace, one that I could see us replaying this
scenario many nights to come.
It was then that it hit me as he held the
door open for me to the pub, and we walked in with his hand to my
lower back that I realized I needed not to muck this one up, but
take it slow, make it a real relationship, not a fly-by-night
passionate thing. That was my smart mature brain talking; however,
my whohaw was thinking something totally different should be
happening at the end of this evening. The race between the two was
on. I had my bets placed on the mature relationship date, while
some of the people in the pub that could not seem to take their
eyes off us made me think the other would be the winner. I caught a
reflection in a mirror as we sat at a two-person bar height table
and saw the romantic couple we were portraying to the world. It was
the type of love and affection couples showed each other that
seemed real, not first date nervous, not I have to be here to get
laid, but a sign that two people clicked. Mason and I clicked, and
with that thought, so did my neither region; it was clicking a mile
a minute. This was going to be a tough call at the end of this
evening.
I decided to do what I do best when
flustering feelings of fantasy take place in an inappropriate
place; I babbled a few questions out. "So, Mason, tell me what it
is like doing maintenance on the two buildings? I mean you have
told me a few interesting stories about the tenants, but I could
easily see how two buildings could be a bit
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