I met a man who had excited me in a way Jonathan couldn’t. I’d told her about our sex life or lack thereof. She’d tried to convince me to take a ride on the gay train but I’d turned her down easily pretending I still thought she was joking.
“Just make sure to carry your pepper spray and some condoms your purse and have fun girl, we’re young we don’t need to tie ourselves down to this monogamy bullshit, live a little!” She’d said in her high pitched voice. Becky was never the faithful type I laughed to myself. I had a long shower and hurried to bed, I needed tomorrow to come much faster. When I crawled into bed beneath the covers, it was only just 9 o’clock.
Business shoved along swiftly by mid day in the firm Sophia was a charm to work with, I probably shouldn’t have been so edgy towards her through my frustration. I checked my watch maybe twelve hundred times. It seems time had learned how to manipulate the human mind. It dragged along like a limped dog on the highway. By the time work had ended I was flustered and nervous. I rushed home, took the quickest shower I had ever taken and got dressed. I was wearing, the exact same skirt.
Rushing through the streets of the town square it dawned on me. Why the hell was I rushing, I was never early for anything, much less a date, I kept men waiting. I’d know if they were worth it or not by whether they waited.
I got to Ray’s at 5:45; I decided to take a very long short cut just to ensure I wasn’t early. We’ll see how bad he wants me, I thought to myself. But does he want you as much as you want him? The little voice in the back of my head asked. I ignored it and shoved the door open as my stomach did a summersault to the door chimes, when I looked up and my eyes met his. I knew he was excited to see me, he had to be, he returned my call. Yet his face was pensive. Wearing a flat line on his lips, but as our eyes locked I knew it, he was glad I was there.
With my confidence and ego in the right place where they belong, I inwardly counted the twelve steps it took me to get to the table he was sitting at, closest to the restroom and utility closet. Strutting slowly but purposefully towards him, my ponytail in full swing, I approached him with my most innocent, but you know you want me smile. Before I could sit he spoke,
“You’re late, now I have to skip the pleasantries and get straight to what you came for,” he said holding up his palm that had indicated I stopped.
“I’m sorry but...” I had begun to figment an excuse but he cut me off mid way.
“I don’t care about your excuse Veronica, step closely to me and kiss me on the cheek.”
Was he serious? I did it anyways to get my first whiff of his Dun Hill Desire, yes; he definitely smelt all the sexy he looked. As my lips slowly grazed his cheek I felt his hand swiftly slid up my skirt and he pinched my clit.
“What the fuck!” I rarely swore aloud mostly in my head and during sex. My voice was barely a whisper, clutching my purse armed with my pepper spray, I stepped back. “Listen to me Mr. Hilton, I don’t know who you think you are or what kind of girl you think I am but I’m not that type of chick” I had said in my defence folding my arms over my chest to hide my erected nipples. He had only chuckled, and licked his finger slowly between his side swept grin.
“I didn’t ask you a question because I knew you would lie, you don’t have the first clue about what kind of “chick” you are as yet, but I’m going to show you, like I said I’m skipping the pleasantries, your late you lost that privilege anything you wanted to talk about you lost that as well, what you are going to do though, is go to the restroom and wash your hands and then go into the utility closet and kneel in the darkness. And Veronica before you ask me if I’m insane or ask yourself why in the world you would follow my instructions, the answer is simple...” he paused and I felt myself holding on to