She texts back agreeing to the date and anticipation already takes over. I’m excited and I can’t wait to see her again.
I lay down on the trainer’s table and let him get to work. I do everything I can to put thoughts of Naomi out of my mind, but I can’t. Tonight can’t come soon enough.
Naomi
I have nothing to wear. As soon as I put the phone down, I realize it. I have teacher clothes, nothing for dinner and dancing. I trade off with another teacher to get out of bus duty and then as soon as the three o’clock bell rings, I run from the school building to make my spa appointment. Luckily, they were able to fit me in. I no sooner get my hair and nails done, a bikini wax and then find me a dress with matching pumps to wear before I’m pulling into my apartment complex. I change clothes and then my doorbell rings as a text comes through my phone. Reading the text, my mouth drops. I sent a car for you.
“What the—?” I start to say, but when I open the door, there’s a man in a black suit standing there.
“Miss Naomi, I’m here to take you to Neil.”
Stunned, I grab my purse and follow him out the door, texting Neil. He’s here. I could’ve driven.
The text back is immediate. You’ve worked all day. I wanted you to relax.
Thank you.
I fidget the whole way to the restaurant. When we pull up, it’s amazing how beautiful the place is. I know it’s fancy, which is probably why I’ve never been there before.
The driver walks around and helps me from the car. I thank him and finally force myself to take calming breaths. The only good thing about being so busy this afternoon is that I haven’t been able to let my nerves get to me. With running late this morning and teaching all day, I haven’t had the time to think about or process anything that has happened between Neil and me. I’ve kept all my worrisome and nerve-racking thoughts at bay, but now, as I walk in, fluffing my hair, they come back full force.
I walk in and for once I look as if I fit in. The dress is perfect.
7
Neil
I wanted to date her. To get to know her, but fuck! I didn’t prepare myself for the sexy dress she shows up in or how it shows off her sexy legs and round, full breasts. She’s a walking wet dream and my first instinct is to walk over and cover her from any other man that may think he can look at her.
When I walk over to her, I kiss her on the lips, but before I do what I want to do, which is push her up against the wall and make love to her mouth, I make myself pull away. “You want to eat first, or have a drink?”
I can tell she’s nervous as she answers, “Honestly? I could use a drink.”
I grab on to her hand, bringing it to my lips before pulling her toward the bar. I help her up on the stool and then sit next to her, spinning us toward each other so that her legs are wedged between the two of mine. “I know I’ve said this before, but you’re beautiful.”
She licks her lips and for the first time she reaches out to me, kissing me. I groan, pulling away from her. I remind myself over and over that I’m not going to fuck her. Not here, not right now.
The bartender comes over and I tense at the way he looks at Naomi. If I could block her from him, I would. Instead, my hands tighten on her legs. “What do you want to drink?”
When she orders a cherry bomb, I don’t think anything of it. I order a water, because right now, I know I don’t need liquor. I have a big game tomorrow but also I don’t want the alcohol messing with my head.
“Here you go.” The bartender sets the drinks down in front of us and I slap a twenty down in front of him before waving him off.
She picks up the glass with one hand and pulls the cherry out with the other. She pops it into her mouth and the juice covers her lips. I kiss her again, because fuck, I want to so bad. I’m pulling her to me, and she sets her glass down and slides off the stool, fitting herself tight between my legs. Her hands go to my hips and I position her until my hard cock is pressed into her belly. Her lips are next to my ear, and when she gasps, a sound so fucking sexy, I nearly start pumping my greedy dick against her.