“Goodness,” she murmurs. “I didn’t see you come in.”
I laugh.
“That’s okay. You look beautiful, baby. Did you wear that for me?” She blushes but she does look gorgeous in a white sundress that’s tight around her bosom, with a flowy skirt and cream-colored espadrilles. It’s very feminine, flirty, and perfect for a date. But then, I notice her knee bouncing up and down slightly, like she has the jitters.
“How are you?” I ask, one eyebrow quirked as I grip the back of a chair.
Her eyes flit to my hand. “I’m good, Chase. Thanks for inviting me here.” But then she bites her lip and gives a shy little smile. “Did you want to get a drink?”
I chuckle low in my chest. “Only if that’s okay, honey. To be honest, it kind of looks like you want to run away from me, as if this is the date from hell.”
Patty lets out a nervous giggle but then takes a deep breath and calms herself down before meeting my eyes. “You’re right. I am a little nervous, but I wouldn’t run. Actually, I really want to enjoy myself this afternoon and I’m sorry I’m not hiding my nervousness very well. It’s just a little different, you know what I mean?” she asks sassily.
“Of course, and I understand,” I growl. “You won’t believe how long it took for me, a full-grown man, to pick out a pair of jeans a white shirt for our date.”
Patty laughs genuinely. “You’re right. I can’t imagine you standing in front of the mirror obsessing over this item of clothing or that one.”
One black brow raises.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because you’re so suave and confident, Chase!” she exclaims before blushing a lovely shade of pink. “You always seem to be in control and nothing gets under your skin.”
I laugh. “Well, believe it, gorgeous. I was nervous about meeting you too, and I primped and prepped like a teenager before getting in my car.”
She laughs genuinely again, and the melodious tone fills the café.
“That’s my girl. Let it out. Now that we have all the butterflies calmed, what would you like to drink? Mocha? Nitro cold brew Frappucino? Turtle caramel mocha-latte-Christmas in a cup?”
Patty giggles again.
“Definitely the last one.”
I nod with a devilish grin. “Coming right up.”
With that, I stroll to the counter and order two iced americanos and two chocolate croissants. Perfect. With the goodies on a tray, I bring the food back to the table and Patty’s eyes sparkle with excitement when she sees the americanos.
“So I take it this isn’t Christmas in a cup?” she asks playfully before taking a sip. “Mmm, it’s good.”
“No, it’s not,” I admit. “I don’t know how anyone drinks that stuff, actually. Isn’t it peppermint with cinnamon and egg nog all mixed together with three shots of espresso to boot? That’s a lot, right?”
Patty titters.
“Yes, but it’s a lot of sparkly goodness,” she clarifies. “I love Christmas in a cup! But this is good too,” she says before taking a big bite of the chocolate croissant. She closes her eyes, moaning with pleasure, and frankly, my cock twitches at that sweet sound. The next time I hear her make a noise like that, I want it to be because of me and because she’s getting something deep inside.
“Shit baby, you’re sexy,” I breathe.
Her eyes flutter open and she bats her lashes at me.
“You think?” she asks. “Chris always says I’m sexiest when I’m eating too. He says he loves how I adore food because a woman with an appetite for food also has an appetite for …”
Instant hard-on. Shit, I need to get her in bed stat, but it’s too soon. We haven’t even finished our coffees. Instead, I paste a smile on my face even though I’m sure Patty’s not fooled by my ploy.
“So enough about food. Tell me about yourself,” I invite.
The sweet girl merely looks at me and smiles.
“Oh no, Chase Hanssen. You don’t get to turn this around on me. I want to learn all about you, and the shenanigans you’ve had with my boyfriend. I had no idea you guys were into sharing women,” she says in a low voice, looking around to make sure no one’s overheard.
I nod, taking a sip of my americano.
“Okay, shoot,” I say lazily, leaning back in my chair although my blue eyes gleam. “What would you like to know?”
Patty pauses for a moment.
“Well, who was the first woman you guys shared? And how did you meet her? And why did it end? Let’s start with that,” she says.
I lean back again, my eyes going distant for a moment. How do I explain the pleasures of menage, and my introduction to the world?
“We met a woman right after Chris and I got out of college. We were already working as personal trainers at Fast Theory, and living the good life. As you can imagine, there were tons of ladies who were interested in working with us, and we had our pick of the litter.”