Chapter One
Holy, holy guacamoley, but he's actually here!
He's actually here again!
I'm beside myself with excitement, and for several moments, all I can do is just stare and stare and stare.
You so hot, Mr. Mine!
I have to take a few deep breaths before I'm able to unglue my feet from the floor, and ideas ranging from cute to crazy pop in my head as I brazenly pick the table right next to his.
Should I wait for him to make the first move or should I just walk up straight to Mr. Mine and remind him about his "message"?
Since there's no one else around, can't I just tell him that real men have never done it for me, and only 2D guys have made my pussy all sweet and wet...until him?
Tell me, Mr. Mine.
What must I do to have you fall for me?
My heart gallops away as I feel him staring at me, and I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or naughty when I feel my boobs jiggle against my racerback as I take my seat.
The intensity of his stare has my nipples waking up and stretching against the thin strapless cups of my bra. I almost feel like I'm performing for his pleasure when he actually takes a sip of his coffee while watching me, and I have to bite my lip hard so I'm not tempted to ask if he has any private requests.
Oh Mr. Mine, how you seduce me, and all without even trying.
Just feeling his gaze on me takes my breath away, and the longer I'm in his presence, the more I feel like flames are about to lave my entire body, with all six-feet-plus of him pulsing with sexual heat.
Animal magnetism makes perfect sense now that I'm just a foot or so away from Mr. Mine, and things like being civilized suddenly feel boring and overrated.
Why be with a boy who can only give you a ho-hum peck on the cheek when you can have Mr. Mine ruin every inch of your body? Why date a gentleman who will only kiss your hand...when you can have Mr. Mine adore your flesh in the most obscene ways there are?
Just thinking about all the dirty things a man like him can do to my body makes a thousand tingles travel all over my flesh, and when wanton restlessness has me unable to resist stealing a look at Mr. Mine, I nearly end up swooning.
Oh, you perfect man!
Mr. Mine licking a stray drop of coffee off his lip is a more sensual sight than the most erotic ad for men's underwear. I've seen other men do the same thing, but it's just not the same. How does he make everything he does so, so hot?
I take another peek at him, and it suddenly feels criminal to hog all this beauty to myself.
Mm.
A wildly genius idea captures my thoughts, and it has me hastily swallowing back a giggle. What if...I secretly take his photo and submit it to Hot Dudes Reading?
I'm already taking my phone out before I can even make up my mind, and as I discreetly get my phone to zoom in closer and closer and closer—-
Oh my.
How can a man have such extraordinarily long, beautiful lashes? Can this man be any more perfect?
That does it then.
I absolutely need to take a photo of him, and just as I squirm to get the perfect angle, and hide my phone behind my table's floral centerpiece, my phone camera lets out a loud telltale clicking sound—-
Eeek!
Mr. Mine finally looks my way, and shock has my iPhone slipping out of my suddenly nerveless fingers.
Busted.