day we met. I didn't really plan on assaulting you like this."
Cynthia splayed her fingers through her disheveled hair, lifting the thickness off the back of her heated neck. "Assaulted? I didn't feel assaulted. I was enjoying the moment as much as you. I just want your respect. It's important to me."
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders. "I do respect you. Maybe I'm the one who should be worried, huh? Do you still respect me?"
Cynthia smiled. "Of course I do. But maybe we should call it a night."
"I think you're right. It's late and we both have to work tomorrow." He tucked the back of his shirttail into his trousers. Thanks for going to dinner with me."
She walked him to the door, her hand on the knob. "I had a good time. Thanks for being so understanding."
"Wait," she whispered, planting her hand in the center of his chest. "Did you hear something in the hallway?"
He opened the door and looked left and right then shook his head. "I don‘t see anyone. What did you hear?"
She shrugged. "Guess it was my imagination. I thought I heard someone hurrying away. Anyhow, thanks again for the date .. It was fun." She stepped toward him.
Alex bent and brushed her lips with a light kiss and stepped out into the hall. Before she could close the door, he gave it a gentle push. "Would you go out with me again on Saturday if I promise to behave? I'd love for it to be sooner, but since we both work..."
"I'd love to go."
And maybe she didn't want him to behave. She stowed her thoughts and smiled.
Chapter Four
Cynthia woke to sunlight streaming through the faded curtains. At first she panicked. Had she overslept? Her heartbeat slowed with the realization today was Saturday.
Smiling at the thought of seeing Alex again, she anxiously pushed aside the blanket, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms over her head. A small squeal escaped when she opened her mouth in a wide yawn.
Her thoughts flashed back to their last encounter and she shivered. He caused stirrings she hadn't felt in years since Jimmy Page, her first true love in junior high, or so she thought at the time. He'd pulled her behind the heavy film curtain in Mr. Cook's class and planted a big, sloppy, wet one on her. Her first real kiss, and with nothing to compare it to, she only knew she wanted another one. Her heart had raced and her tummy fluttered. That moment was a feeling she never wanted to forget, even though she later found out Jimmy ate dog food sandwiches and thought there was nothing strange about it.
Then, she had her first official date in high school. Kevin Smiley; now that boy could kiss. Holding herself in check proved harder than she expected when he parked the car on a romantic overlook and began nibbling her neck, but when he slid his hand a little too far up her skirt, her mother’s words echoed in her head, “Good girls don’t let boys take liberties,” and Cynthia had pushed him away. Instead of the respect she expected, he immediately drove her hope and never called again. She’d already let Alex push her further. Would he react the same way? God she hoped not, after all, they were adults.
Her bladder begged to be emptied. She set thoughts of romance aside, donned her fuzzy slippers and headed for the bathroom.
Cynthia came back from nature’s call brushing her hair and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and let her long tresses dangle while she worked through the snarls. Her thoughts strayed to Alex again. He hadn't called and she wondered what he had planned for the evening. Her preference: staying home, having dinner and cuddling. What could be better than that? He had promised to behave but she wasn‘t sure she wanted him to. Those romantic thoughts were interrupted by the ringing telephone. She straightened, tossed her hair back and reached for the cordless on the nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Alex. Are we still on for tonight?"
Her smile blossomed. Like he even had to
Cynthia splayed her fingers through her disheveled hair, lifting the thickness off the back of her heated neck. "Assaulted? I didn't feel assaulted. I was enjoying the moment as much as you. I just want your respect. It's important to me."
Alex placed his hands on her shoulders. "I do respect you. Maybe I'm the one who should be worried, huh? Do you still respect me?"
Cynthia smiled. "Of course I do. But maybe we should call it a night."
"I think you're right. It's late and we both have to work tomorrow." He tucked the back of his shirttail into his trousers. Thanks for going to dinner with me."
She walked him to the door, her hand on the knob. "I had a good time. Thanks for being so understanding."
"Wait," she whispered, planting her hand in the center of his chest. "Did you hear something in the hallway?"
He opened the door and looked left and right then shook his head. "I don‘t see anyone. What did you hear?"
She shrugged. "Guess it was my imagination. I thought I heard someone hurrying away. Anyhow, thanks again for the date .. It was fun." She stepped toward him.
Alex bent and brushed her lips with a light kiss and stepped out into the hall. Before she could close the door, he gave it a gentle push. "Would you go out with me again on Saturday if I promise to behave? I'd love for it to be sooner, but since we both work..."
"I'd love to go."
And maybe she didn't want him to behave. She stowed her thoughts and smiled.
Chapter Four
Cynthia woke to sunlight streaming through the faded curtains. At first she panicked. Had she overslept? Her heartbeat slowed with the realization today was Saturday.
Smiling at the thought of seeing Alex again, she anxiously pushed aside the blanket, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms over her head. A small squeal escaped when she opened her mouth in a wide yawn.
Her thoughts flashed back to their last encounter and she shivered. He caused stirrings she hadn't felt in years since Jimmy Page, her first true love in junior high, or so she thought at the time. He'd pulled her behind the heavy film curtain in Mr. Cook's class and planted a big, sloppy, wet one on her. Her first real kiss, and with nothing to compare it to, she only knew she wanted another one. Her heart had raced and her tummy fluttered. That moment was a feeling she never wanted to forget, even though she later found out Jimmy ate dog food sandwiches and thought there was nothing strange about it.
Then, she had her first official date in high school. Kevin Smiley; now that boy could kiss. Holding herself in check proved harder than she expected when he parked the car on a romantic overlook and began nibbling her neck, but when he slid his hand a little too far up her skirt, her mother’s words echoed in her head, “Good girls don’t let boys take liberties,” and Cynthia had pushed him away. Instead of the respect she expected, he immediately drove her hope and never called again. She’d already let Alex push her further. Would he react the same way? God she hoped not, after all, they were adults.
Her bladder begged to be emptied. She set thoughts of romance aside, donned her fuzzy slippers and headed for the bathroom.
Cynthia came back from nature’s call brushing her hair and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and let her long tresses dangle while she worked through the snarls. Her thoughts strayed to Alex again. He hadn't called and she wondered what he had planned for the evening. Her preference: staying home, having dinner and cuddling. What could be better than that? He had promised to behave but she wasn‘t sure she wanted him to. Those romantic thoughts were interrupted by the ringing telephone. She straightened, tossed her hair back and reached for the cordless on the nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's Alex. Are we still on for tonight?"
Her smile blossomed. Like he even had to
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