Kat looks down, looking sad. “I’m sorry to hear about your mom. If anything, she seems to have raised a good son.”
I swallow, thinking that Mom would be happy to hear a girl like Kat say that. “It’s okay. It was a sudden aneurysm, she didn’t suffer, and she left behind a lot of friends, a lot of good memories. I don’t think there’s too many bad feelings in the world about her.”
Kat hums, “That’s really sweet, a testament to how she lived. You said your dad is ‘getting older’, how old is he?”
“They had me when they were almost forty, tried for years and years. She thought she was going through menopause, but . . . surprise. It was me. They were thrilled and I always knew how much they loved me. I was a lucky kid, their little plot twist in life.”
“Damn . . . your parents were like one in ten million,” Kat says. “Does that mean you’re the same?”
“I’d like that happily ever after sort of thing,” I admit. “Wouldn’t you?”
“I’ve never thought that was meant for people like me,” Kat finally says. “It’s like catching lightning in a bottle. For most of us, that just doesn’t happen.”
We get back to the car and I don’t really know what to say. I mean, if we’re not in this for trying to find something more than a short-lived flash of fun, then what the hell is this all for?
Kat and Elise take forever to handle the man crisis, but seemed appreciative when I returned with Chinese takeout and wine instead of the requested coffees. I sat by quietly, not sure if my input would be welcome but mostly because Elise didn’t need advice, just some support as she bitched about finding out that her slimy boss, who’s married, is sleeping with one of the other reporters. Kat had given me a look like, “See? Always happens.” and it felt like another nail in the coffin of her perception of reality. Elise hadn’t even paused in her rant, going on about nepotism in the workplace and that maybe she should report him to HR, even if the reporter had been doggedly pursuing the boss in a flawed attempt to get better stories. It was draining, and lasted until later than I’d thought. The moon is high in the sky and the stars are twinkling as I pull up in front of Kat’s place. I’m thinking the day, and date, are pretty well done.
Kat seems to think so too, and looks exhausted as I walk her to her door. “Thanks,” she says, smiling softly. “Maybe next time we can have an actual first date.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I joke. “I mean, I know all about what’s happening in Hollyweird now from flipping through Elise’s coffee table magazines. That’s not too bad, right? Did you hear about the pregnant Kardashian?”
Kat chuckles, “Which one? I guess I could say that I’ve had worse dates, but I’m not sure if that’s particularly flattering to say.” She smirks and I smile back, happy to find some humor after this decidedly unusual first date.
There’s a moment where we just look at each other, and I lean in, breathing in the scent of her floral perfume, “So . . . think I might be able to come inside?”
Kat bites her lip, looking up into my eyes where I see desire building inside her. “That sounds like a loaded question. We’re switching gears here, from whatever we were . . . to actually dating. And I don’t fuck on the first date and that’s what you said this was. Even if it wasn’t epic.”
“True, I did say that, but sometimes first dates end with a little more than a kiss at the door.”
Kat blushes, mocking outrage. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
I pull her into my arms, pressing her voluptuous curves against me and lowering my voice to growl in her ear. “Apparently, a lot more proper than I thought. I like it, but I also appreciate the naughty side of you that likes it when I talk dirty in your ear, and loves to moan my name when I make you come.”
Kat’s hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down closer. “Well, as long as you can respect me in the morning, you can have a good kiss.”
“That,” I say as I bring my lips closer for a searing kiss, “is a given.”
Our lips touch, and moments later I’m pressing her up against the door and staking my claim on her mouth. She kisses me back just as hard, clutching at my ass until she feels my cock pressing against her belly. We don’t stop until our moans become too loud for the public hallway, and I pull away, leaving her gasping for breath.