“I don’t want to go on this date.” I almost growled into the phone, such was my frustration at having been set up on a blind date. “Please don’t make me, Charlotte.” I pleaded with my best friend. Though I knew she knew I was still going to go. I hadn’t blown out my hair and worn heels for nothing.
“Emily, it will be amazing, trust me. I mean, it’s almost like fate set this up for you guys. He’s newly single and supposedly he’s amazing. Go and have fun. I think you getting off work early today was a sign that this date is going to be amazing.” I listened to her positive and excited voice and rolled my eyes. There were no clouds in the sky today. That should have been a sign. But, I don’t believe in signs or coincidences. As far as I’m concerned, everything that happens in your life is going to happen, whether you like it or not. I knew that Charlotte would not give up unless I said yes to a blind date, so I resolved myself to just going.
“Emily, you deserve to find a good man.” My best friend Charlotte gave me a pep talk on the phone as I started running along the street like a mad woman. I’d just noticed the time and I knew that I was going to be late if I didn’t run. I didn’t want to go on the date, but I also didn’t want to be rude. “Just enjoy the date and have a good time.” Her voice was light and happy and I tried not to roll my eyes again at her words. Just a few months ago, she’d been down with men as well, but now that she’d found love, she felt everyone should be searching for it. And by everyone, I meant me. She wasn’t going to stop until she had me in a relationship. A part of me was happy that she cared so much, but the other part of me was already over it. I enjoyed my life. Granted it was a bit lonely and boring, but Netflix and pizza nights would never break your heart. They might add a few pounds to your hips, but I was okay with that.
“You know I hate blind dates.” I rasped as I glared at the traffic light, willing the light to change to green so that I could cross the road. “This is not what I want to be spending my Friday night doing.” I was breathing hard from running and I was ready to curse someone out. How was I this out of shape? Didn’t I go to the gym two times a week to ensure I didn’t run out of breath when I ran? No, you go to ogle the hot guys, a little voice whispered inside of my head and I stifled a giggle. This was not the time to be laughing, though I resolved that maybe I’d look into getting a personal trainer because obviously walking on the treadmill at 3MPH was not making me any fitter.
“You’d rather be watching Netflix and eating pizza?” Charlotte said in her judgmental voice and I once again tried not to roll my eyes at her tone. Who was she to judge me? At least Netflix didn’t break your heart and pizza only added to my weight, not my stress levels.
“Uhm, just three months ago, we were watching Netflix together.” I reminded her as I slowed down. My calves were burning from the running and I suddenly wished that I had gone to those Zumba classes I’d signed up for, after all. Obviously walking on the treadmill staring at hotties pumping weights had done nothing for me.
“Yes, but now I have Max and I want you to find love like me.” Charlotte was almost singing and I wanted to gag.
“Charlotte, you’ve been dating Max for three months.” I rolled my eyes as I crossed the street. “How can you be in love already?” I didn’t add, how can you love a guy you started off hating because I knew she wouldn’t wanna hear it. And I didn’t want her to think I was some sort of hater.
“Emily, once the love bug hits you in the face, you know it. It doesn’t matter if it’s three days or three months” Charlotte laughed. “Now don’t forget to give this guy a chance.”
“Yeah, yeah. Oh do you want to hear something funny that I learned today.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“There’s a mob boss in Italy that trained an African grey parrot to say, Now, I’m going to shoot you to threaten people.”
“No way.” She laughed. “That’s wild.”
“Crazy right? I think we’re going to incorporate it into the script of a movie we’re making.”
“Emily, you’re changing the subject.” Charlotte said with a laugh. “Right now you need to concentrate on your date.”
“Ugh, fine.” I mumbled. “I’m sure my date isn’t going to be as fascinating as a parrot owned by the mob.”
“Emily, think positive thoughts about your date. Didn’t you say you were going to create a manifest board?”
“Eh...What’s this guy's name again? John something?” I looked up and down the street and tried to locate the small wine bar that I was meeting my blind date in. I couldn’t believe that I’d agreed to this date, but Charlotte and our other best friend, Anabel had convinced me to give it a shot. I’d agreed, not because I was looking for love, but because I knew this wine bar was meant to be one of the best new bars of 2020. Who was I to say no to a free drink at some new and upcoming bar?
“Peter Jackson.” Charlotte said, correcting me. “He’s one of Max’s business partners.”
“Okay,” I stop outside the bar and reapply my lipstick and pat my hair down before entering the bar. “Ugh, I’m so not ready for a date.”
“Relax Emily, you’re going to have a good time. Trust me.”
“I just don’t think this is a good idea, plus Jack called me this morning. He wants us to meet up.” I waited for Charlotte to answer, but silence followed after my words. She hated my ex-boyfriend Jack, and she had reason to. He’d treated me horribly and ended our relationship so that he could date other women. He’d broken my heart and I had no idea why he now wanted to meet up with me again. But of course I’d said I’d think about it. I wanted him to beg me to get back with him, just so I could say no. I was petty like that. Also, I was curious to see if we still had a connection like before. Not that I would act on it if we did, I wasn’t that dumb. Actually, I was that dumb, but I was going to try really hard to make sure that I didn’t slip up and accidentally sleep with him or take him back.
“I hope you told him to go to hell.”
“You know I can’t do that.” I bit down on my lower lip. I knew that Charlotte didn’t want to hear me talk about the good times with Jack. As far as she was concerned, there had been no good times.
“Why not?” She demanded in ‘her don’t you dare say anything good about him’ tone. I wished now that I’d kept my mouth shut all those times he’d said something rude and obnoxious to me. It was very hard for friends to ignore all the shit when it had been presented to them so many times. Why hadn’t I told her about the time he’d surprised me with a box of chocolates and take-out? It hadn’t been all bad all the time.
“Because he’s my first love. And it might be nice to have a small chat with him.”
“Girl, that guy is a douchebag.” She said in the tone that told me she was just getting started on all the reasons why I should never let him back into my life.
“Look I’m here. I have to go.” I stopped outside a cute bar, with the words Viola’s Tavern etched on the windows. There were two small trees covered by twinkling Christmas lights next to the entrance and I smiled at the cosy feel of the place. I hadn’t even entered and I already knew I was going to like the venue.
“Have a great time and tell me all about it when you’re done.”
“Won’t you and Max be too busy making love to talk to me?”
“Ha ha, Emily.” Charlotte laughed. “Max’s working late tonight so he’s not coming by until tomorrow morning.”
“Well okay then. I’ll call you later.” I said and then hung up on her. I walked into the bar and took a few breaths. This was the first date I had been on in two years and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I hadn’t wanted to go on this date and yet, when Charlotte had set it up behind my back I’d gone along with it. Even though I was pretty sure the guy was not going to be a winner in the looks department. I hated to even think that because I didn’t like to be superficial, but Charlotte hadn’t even shown me a photo of my date and had kept reminding me to be open-minded. I hadn’t asked what she’d meant by that but I had a pretty strong feeling that my date was going to be ugly; but at least I’d get a free meal out of it and some drinks. And by the looks of this place, the drinks weren’t going to be that cheap. It was a pity I wasn’t one of those girls that could date a man just because he was rich. If I wasn’t attracted to someone, I certainly couldn’t see myself in bed with them. I walked up to the hostess and smiled as she looked at me. I could tell from the arch of her nose and the thinness of her lips that she wasn’t impressed by my appearance. Snobby bitch.
“Hi,” I said, giving her a wide smile, hoping to win her over with kindness. Of course she didn’t smile back.
“Do you have a reservation?” She asked me and I nodded, trying to remember my dates name. Shit! I’d already forgotten. My memory wasn’t normally that bad.
“Piers?” I said and she just looked at me like I’d spoken a foreign language that she’d never heard spoken before. “Piers, p, i, e, r, s, like that horrible English journalist that was on The Apprentice.” She looked at me blankly and I silently chided myself. “Wait, was it Peter Something?”
“No one by that name here. Can you please step to the side?” She gave me a snooty dismissive look and I tried not to make a catty remark about her cheap looking blonde extensions. Keep it classy, Emily!
“Okay.” I looked around the bar and I saw a man sitting at a table at the back in a dark suit looking around the restaurant. I stared at the man for a few seconds and pointed at myself. He grinned at me and I relaxed slightly. “I think I see him.” I said as the man gave me a little wave. I guess Charlotte had shown him my photo. How unfair that he could know what I looked like, but I couldn’t know what he looked like.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes widened as she saw who I was pointing to.
“I’m positive.” I said with my own dismissive look.
“Would you like me to walk you back?” The hostess asked me as I walked past her and started to make my way to the back.
“No,” I shook my head, trying to get a better look at my date. I continued walking back towards the table and I noticed right off the bat that the man was gorgeous. He had a full head of dark hair and sparkling blue eyes, his suit was dark and he had a serious expression on his face. I had no idea why Charlotte hadn’t wanted me to see his photo. But maybe she’d been trying to teach me some sort of lesson like don’t judge books by their non-existent covers.
“Hi, sorry I’m late.” I said as I stopped at the table and took a seat, smoothing my dress down as I sat. Now I wished I’d worn something a little sexier.
“Sorry, what?” He blinked at me for a few seconds as I stared at his face unabashedly taking in his stubble and jawline and I leaned back and just started laughing.
“Something funny?” He asked me, with a curious expression in his eyes, his lips a solid line as he took in my appearance.
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, but I was just thinking to myself that Charlotte should and could have shown me your photo because let’s face it you’re not ugly, but now I think I know why she didn’t.”
“Charlotte?” He raised an eyebrow. “Why would Charlotte be showing you my photo?” He looked at me enigmatically and I couldn’t stop myself from admiring his lips.
“I know some people don’t like to see photos before a blind date and all that, but let’s be real, there has to be attraction, right?” I paused and stared at him. He was certainly attractive that was for sure, but I could tell from the lines on his face and the specks of grey hair that he wasn’t exactly young. “It’s just that I know Charlotte told me to be open-minded but boy how old are you?” I said, forgetting my manners for a few moments. “Oops, sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, but you’re at least what? Twenty years older than me.” I went to reach for my phone to text Charlotte, but stopped myself. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re handsome and obviously successful, but I just don’t date older guys.” I stared at the specks of gray in his beard and hair and shook my head. I mean he was absolutely gorgeous, but he could be my dad. Well, maybe not my dad, but close enough.
“You don’t date older guys?” The right side of his lip twitched slightly as he looked me over once again. “You think I want to date you?”
“Well, I’m not saying that you want to date and then marry me, but you obviously agreed to this blinddate based upon what I look like and now I know why Charlotte didn’t want to show me your photo.” I bit down on my lip for a second. “Not trying to be rude, I do know you’re Max’s business partner and I’m sure they thought we’d have some sort of connection.”
“Max...” His voice trailed off and he raised an eyebrow. “Some sort of connection?”
“Don’t tell me you think this is a booty call?” My jaw dropped as my brain started racing. Did he think I was attractive then? “I mean I know I haven’t had a sex in a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to jump into your bed.” I blurted out and then blushed as I realized what I’d just said. I knew that the more I talked the more rude and immature I sounded, but I just couldn’t stop myself.
“I see.” He seemed to be holding back a smile and I felt a bit irritated at his smug look.
“You’re just not my type.” I said again, though that wasn’t really true. Asides from the gray specks, he looked amazing for his age. He was perhaps even better looking than Max, Charlotte’s boyfriend, and he was gorgeous.
“Why’s that?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. “I thought I was every woman’s type.” He said in a smug manner that made me want to take him down a few notches.
“Because you’re just a bit old for me.” I looked into his amused blue eyes. “Not that you’re not handsome and all, but I just don’t date older men.”
“How old are you?” He leaned forward and I could see that he was estimating my age in his head.
“Twenty-five.” I said and then because I couldn’t stop myself and I needed to know. “How old are you?”
“Forty.” He said smoothly. “So not quite twenty years older than you.”
“Yeah, I guess only fifteen.”
“Still too many years on you?”
“Yeah.” I nibbled on my lower lip. “Not to be rude or anything, but I prefer to date guys under thirty.” I wasn’t sure why I kept saying that. Most probably because I was trying to convince myself of that fact.
“You’ve said that already, but yes that is understandable.” He nodded and sat back. “So I suppose this blind date is over before it has really even started?” He picked up a small glass of what looked like whiskey and took a sip. “A pity.” He leaned forward and his eyes settled on my face and body. All of a sudden, I could feel my body warming at his once over. He was older, but he was the hottest man I’d ever seen in my life. And if he kept looking at me in the way he was looking, then I didn’t know what would happen.
“Well, I mean, we could always have a drink and eat or whatever. I did come all the way here.” I said, feeling taken aback at his calm demeanor and the fact that he didn’t seem annoyed at my comments and hadn’t even asked me to stay. Did he not like me? “And I don’t want you to be mad at Max because I was taken aback by your age.”
“I don’t want to make you stay here against your will.” He smirked. “I’m sure you have many other dates to go on. Other men to meet and enjoy your Friday night with. Forget Max’s feelings and my own of course. I suppose I’m just going to have to live with the fact that at forty, I’m past my prime.”
“Well, you know.” I looked away now, a bit embarrassed. He obviously knew that he wasn’t past his prime and was just making fun of me now. I also had a feeling that he knew that I didn’t go on many dates. I mean I’d just said I hadn’t had sex in a year. Groan. There was something in the way he spoke to me in that supercilious tone that both annoyed and excited me. “I have many many options.” I lied and he chuckled.
“Of course, a young girl like you would.” His voice held a tinge of sarcasm and I looked up into his eyes again and studied his face. He was really quite classically handsome and I realized that he was most probably out of my league, age or not. “I don’t want to keep you if you want to leave. A blind date with an old scrooge like me was obviously not in your plans tonight.”
“Well, I mean, I can stay for one drink.” I said and my eyes dropped to his hands. His fingers were perfectly manicured and long and tan. I could see an expensive looking watch on his wrist, it looked like a Rolex and I was definitely impressed. This man was rich, which really shouldn’t have been a surprise because wasn’t Max a billionaire? To be honest, I was starting to wonder why he’d agreed to a date with me. “So what’s your deal, you seem like a cute man, why are you here?”
“Why am I here?” He looked taken aback at my comment and I nodded. I’m about to answer him when the waiter approached the table. He looked at me in confusion and then back over at my date.
“It’s okay.” My date said with a small nod to the man that’s just standing there. “Would you like something to drink...” His voice trails off. “Sorry remind me of your name?”
“You don’t even remember my name?” I gave him a look and shook my head. “Wow, you really did just come to get laid.”
“Do you remember my name?”
“Yes, Mr. Piers, I mean Jackson....” I blushed at my mistake and watched him laughing to himself.
“And my first name, do you know it?”
“Do you remember mine?” I said feeling embarrassed and slightly taken aback. “I’ll have a glass of pinot noir please.” I gave the waiter a big smile. “A large glass please.”
“So you’re still willing to drink with me? Even though I’m old?” He laughed at my small nod and then looked at the waiter. “I’ll have another whiskey.” He paused and tapped his fingers against the table. “Also, I’ll speak to you about the diamonds later.” He said with a look and the waiter nodded.
“Yes, Sir, of course.” The waiter bowed slightly and then moved away from the table silently. I wondered what diamonds my date had been talking about. Surely, he wasn’t going to give me a diamond ring or necklace? On a first date? I tried to control my excitement as I sat there. I’d never been on a date with a super rich guy before and maybe this is what they did on first dates? Or maybe I’d ruined my gift by being so rude?
“It’s been a long week.” I sat back and sighed at the loss of the gift I hadn’t even been expecting. “I hope you don’t think I’m rude.”
“No, I don’t find you rude. Intriguing, honest and curious, yes. Rude, no.” He sat back as well and studied my face. “So tell me why this week has been so long?”
“So, how much did Charlotte tell you?”
“Charlotte?”
“Max’s girlfriend and my best friend.” I paused and squinted at him. “You’ve met her right?”
“No, I can honestly say that I haven’t.”
“Ugh.” I groaned. “I’m going to kill her. She made it seem like she set this date up after she met you. I guess she must have begged Max to find me a date, like I’m some sort of loser.”
“You don’t strike me as a loser.”
“Thanks.” I grinned at him. “I’m going to tell you something. You’re kinda cute, you know that.”
“Thank you.” He smiled at me. “You’re kinda cute, too.”
“Just cute?” I found myself flirting with him and when he grinned at me, my heart fluttered slightly. I stared at the top of his crisp white shirt and wondered what he would do if I started to undo his red tie.
“Are you fishing for a compliment?” He grinned as he took another sip of his whiskey. “Surely you wouldn’t be flirting with an old man?”
“I never said you were an old man.” I said, my face burning. “I just said you were older than anyone I would ever choose to go on a date with, you know. Like if we were on a dating app, you wouldn’t be in my age range. ” I bit down on my lower lip, knowing that I hadn’t made the situation any better. “I mean you’re cute and all, but I’m just not...” My voice trailed off as his grin grew wider and wider. I was making a real fool of myself.
“So do you want to tell me why you chose to go on a blind date when you so obviously don’t seem like you wanted to?”
“It’s not that I didn’t want to.” I hesitate not wanting to offend the man sitting across from me more than I already had. “It’s just that it’s hard to make a right match. And I know that Charlotte means well, but we all can’t meet and fall in love with a billionaire.” I gave him an awkward smile and I hoped that my words wouldn’t stop him from buying my wine and a juicy steak dinner as well. The waiter approached the table with our drinks and laid them down in front of us, slipping away before I even had the chance to say thank you.
“I’m guessing you’ve had some bad dating experiences?” He took another sip from his glass and he smirked. “Obviously you’re dating younger men?”
“Well maybe.” I stared at his long smooth fingers. He had perfectly trimmed nails and I could tell that he was a man that took care of himself. I grabbed my wine glass and took a quick sip, enjoying the smoothness of the liquid as it glided down my throat.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” He said bluntly and my eyes flew back up to his face.
“Sorry what?” My jaw dropped at his question and I could see him grinning as I nearly spat some of my wine out.
“I figured I could ask you anything seeing as you’ve already dismissed me as a potential date? Am I right?” He put his glass down and leaned forward on the table, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Well, uh...” My skin felt hot as I gazed at him and suddenly I was staring at his pink lips as the tip of his tongue licked them slowly. I couldn’t avert my eyes from the movement and I wondered what his lips would feel like on my skin.
“Are you blushing or are my eyes deceiving me?” He laughed and threw his head back. “You don’t have much experience with men, do you?”
“I have plenty of experience.” I licked my lips nervously, all of a sudden the air between us had changed and I could feel my heart racing. I’d never been on a date with this much sexual tension before. It was kinda exciting.
“If you thought I was too old when you saw me, why did you sit down and stay?” His blue eyes pierced into mine and I swallowed hard.
“Because I wanted a free bottle of wine.” I said and he burst out laughing.
“You’re very honest, aren’t you?” He looked pleased at the thought and I wondered if he’d dated a lot of women who were liars.
“Something like that.” I nodded and then because I couldn’t help myself I continued. “Why are you still entertaining me? I’ve been so rude to you. Why didn’t you just get up and leave? Or ask me to leave?”
“Maybe because I came here to enjoy a meal.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Shouldn’t it be you that left if you didn’t want to stay with me?”
“Why didn’t you ask me to leave then?”
“Because I find you amusing.”
“Oh?” I wasn’t sure how to take that. Amusing wasn’t a great adjective. I’d preferred him to say he found me beautiful or sexy. Like some sort of forbidden fruit that he knew he shouldn’t have, but needed to taste. Yeah, my mind was really running away with me.
“And maybe because I want to seduce you.” He said, his eyes staring into mine with such intensity that I couldn’t even swallow. Holy Shit! I shifted in my seat feeling more turned on than I had in years.
“You want to seduce me?” My voice sounded raspy. He really was direct, wasn’t he?
“Would you rather me say fuck?” He let the words drip off of his tongue and then he chuckled at my shocked expression. He continued before I could say anything in response. “I want to give you fifteen different reasons why being with an older man will rock your world in ways that will make you never look at a younger man again. I want to show you that age is only a bonus.”
“Oh my.” My eyes widened and I took a huge gulp of wine. This was like no date I’d ever been on before. This man was seducing me with his words. And his eyes were undressing me. If I was honest with myself, I’d never been this turned on in my life. Never! And he hadn’t even touched me yet. At that moment, he could have been twenty-five or fifty-five. It didn’t matter to me. This was the most arousing situation I’d ever been in. And his age had nothing to do with it.
“Oh my? Is that all you have to say?” He said in such a cocky way that immediately I thought to myself that he was a man that needed to be taught a lesson. “Oh my?” He seemed to be mocking me and I found myself leaning forward to respond to him.
“Well, I was a little bit surprised that you only had fifteen different reasons why being with an older man would rock my world. I’ve a feeling a thirty year old man could give me at least twenty.”
“Well then I guess you should go and find a thirty year old man to have a date with.” He picked up his tumbler nonchalantly and took another sip as if he wouldn’t be bothered at all if I left the table.
“Well then, maybe I should.” Suddenly feeling more disappointed than I should have been in the situation I decided to be a little crazy. Well, let’s be honest, I’m already a bit crazy. I decided to be a little bit crazier. “Unless you really want to show me why I’m wrong.” I almost whispered as I stared at him, not quite believing what I was saying.
“Unless I really want to show you why you’re wrong?” His eyes narrowed. “Proceed...”
“Well obviously Charlotte and Max think there’s something about the two of us that would connect. Unless of course, Charlotte just wanted to set me up with anyone because I haven’t gotten laid in what feels like years.” I paused as I talked without thinking about my words actually meant. Was I actually telling him that yes, maybe I would have sex with him? I couldn’t quite believe I was flirting with this man. “Not that I need to get laid of course. I’m an independent woman and all that.”
“And independent women can take care of themselves, right?”
“Exactly!” I exclaimed and then narrowed my eyes at him. “What does that mean?”
“What does what mean?” He looked at me with a confused expression but I could see the twinkle in his eyes. Was he making fun of me?
“You know.” I said feeling annoyed.
“And so do you...” He paused. “What was your name again?”
“You really forgot?” I stared at him. “I thought you were just pretending.”
“I wasn’t pretending. Does that make you upset?”
“No, I couldn’t care less.” I lied. I was pretty miffed that he hadn’t remembered. Was I not memorable? Or did he just not think I was hot? I mean I wasn’t a supermodel, but I was attractive. Men looked at me when I made an effort and dressed nicely and wore makeup.
“Sure you don’t.”
“What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him again and he looked amused.
“This is the reason why I don’t date younger women.” He gave me a look. “You have no idea what you want and you play so many games that you have no idea if you’re coming or going.”
“I don’t play games.” I glared at him indignantly.
“Sure you don’t, little miss muffet.” He looked at his watch. “As great as it has been—.”
“I can show you I don’t play games.” I leaned over and pulled an ice cube out of his glass and then put it between my lips and sucked on it as I imagined some sultry vamp would do in a porno movie. My lips were freezing and going numb, but I didn’t blanch, even though I had to admit I felt like a bit of a fool. I let the water from the ice drip onto my hand and then I took the ice cube out and licked the droplets off of my skin, my eyes never leaving his face. His eyes narrowed as I sat back up and then swallowed the rest of the ice cube, trying carefully not to chew it as my sensitive teeth were going crazy. The brain freeze that followed was worth it though when I saw his long and steady smile.
“Maybe I’m wrong then. Maybe you don’t play games. What do you say we get out of here?”
“Maybe.” I gulped. Could I really do this? My phone beeped at that moment and I looked down to see a text from my ex, Jack. I could feel my body growing warm as I saw his name on my screen. What the hell was he doing texting me again? He had contacted me twice in one day now and I hadn’t heard from him in over a year, before that. When he’d dumped me on our one year anniversary date dinner because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be in a committed relationship any longer, he’d said we should lose each others numbers. He’d said we shouldn’t see each other any longer if I didn’t want him to see other people. I’d promptly burst into tears, he’d looked apologetic, but said he still wanted to be with other people, I’d thrown my rum and coke into his face and then I’d gone home. We hadn’t communicated since then and a part of me had hoped that he would take a long walk off of a short cliff and that I’d see him on the news. Until today when he’d text me and asked me to meet up. Why was he texting me again now? Did he think I was going to meet up with him tonight? Did he think I was going to have sex with him? After how everything ended? He thought I’d be a booty call? I wanted to laugh in his face, but I knew that if I wanted to teach him a lesson, I couldn’t be rude just yet.
“Am I making you nervous?” The man across from me asked with a knowing grin and I shook my head slowly. Fuck you, Jack, I thought to myself as I dismissed his name and face from my mind. I wasn’t going to look at his text now or read it. I didn’t care what he had to say. Not at all.
“No, you’re not making me nervous. Why would you think you were making me nervous? Do I look like the sort of girl that could be nervous?” Stop babbling, Emily. You sound like an idiot.
“Do you want me to be honest?” His eyes bored into mine and he didn’t stop talking. “I think that you’re a young girl that knows absolutely nothing about life, you don’t know what you want and you’re sitting here trying to convince both of us that you’re not scared as fuck, as you flirt with me.” He paused for a second. “I don’t think you have the guts to go through with anything tonight. I don’t think you even know what a good fucking feels like.”
My jaw dropped at his use of the word fucking and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.”Is that what you really think?”
“You came on this blinddate because your friend made you, but I bet you’d rather be at home in bed eating pizza right now, wouldn’t you?” And then I felt his fingers on my legs under the table, running up to my thighs, pushing my skirt up. I swallowed hard as he shifted his chair closer to mine, his fingers still moving upwards. His eyes never left mine and I just sat there wondering what he was going to do next. “Mi Cara, what are you thinking?” He said softly, his fingers reaching my panties. I held my breath and gasped as I felt his fingers slipping inside the side of my panties. He rubbed me gently and I knew that he could feel that I was already wet as he rubbed my clit. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if anyone could tell what was going on. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this man so intimately touch me in public. I was so turned on that I was scared I would come within a minute, if he kept rubbing me.
“I can tell that you’re unsure.” He chuckled as he slipped a finger inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “But you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No.” I lied and then I felt my phone buzzing again. It was Jack. I rolled my eyes as I saw his name. Did he really think he could just worm his way back into my life.
“Prove it to me.” The man next to me said as he finally removed his fingers and pulled my dress down. I watched as he slipped a finger into his mouth and sucked. “Is this the only taste I’m going to have of you tonight, or are you ready to play some big girl games?”
I pushed my chair back, downed the rest of my wine quickly and stood up. “Let’s go.” I said looking down at him with a sexy smile and reckless abandon. “Let’s go back to your place and you can give me fifteen reasons why fucking you is better than fucking a younger man.” I licked my lips and batted my eyelashes at him. “Or are you not up for that, big boy?”
He jumped up out of his chair and threw some money on the table and grinned at me. “All I have to say is your place or mine?” He walked over to me and slid his arm around my waist.
“We can’t even remember each other's names...” I said giggling slightly as he led me out of the restaurant. “Is this a good idea?”
“Doesn’t that make it just that little bit more exciting?” He whispered into my ear as we headed to the front door. His hand slid down to my ass and gently squeezed my right butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and looked up at him.
“Maybe it does.” I said with a quick laugh and before I knew what was happening, he was signaling to a driver at the front and we were getting into the back of a yellow taxi.
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