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effect. He speaks quietly, his voice silky smooth, “As in face deep in a pillow, to muffle the moans as I take you from behind.” This is usually the point when I would slap a guy across the face. Usually—but somehow, coming from Grant Kennedy’s mouth—all I can do is clench my thighs together and try to keep from straddling him right here in this coffee shop.
    I take a deep breath to steady myself. “And the other, why?”
    “Because, once in a while it’s nice to give up control. Plus, the grand view is an added bonus.”
    I sit back in my seat, not wanting to give anything away. I make a ‘hmm’ noise and take another sip of my coffee with a smile.
    “What? Too far?” Suddenly, he looks apologetic. “I’m sorry. I’m used to women who I can read like a magazine. You’re a conundrum. I feel slightly out of my depth here, which I don’t think has ever happened to me with a woman before.”
    “No, on the contrary. I just thought you might actually be able to keep up with me.” I smirk at him.
    Clear relief washes over his face before his confident smile returns. “As sexy as you are, and as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I think we should save it for another time before I lose what little will I have left. I don’t want you to think this is just about sex. I want to know you.” He looked into my eyes as he said it. “Have dinner with me this week?” he asks placing his hand over mine, completely enveloping it on top of the table. My eyes travel down to our hands. His hands are soft and well-groomed, but I can feel calluses on my knuckles. Based on his body, they are probably from working out.
    I look back up to his sea colored eyes pleading for me to answer. “Okay.”
     
    * * *
    Time passes agonizingly slow the next two days, but finally, I’m walking down Leah Boulevard looking down at the coffee shop napkin in my hand. I smile as I walk toward the address, remembering the beautiful bouquets of flowers delivered to work for me the last two days. The first had a note that simply said, Counting down the hours . The second day there was a beautiful heart shaped card with a handwritten message inside, which made me snort when I read it.
    You give me a boner in my heart
    A heart on
    An affection erection
    P.S. You give me the other kind, too.
    Counting down the minutes.
    —Grant
    Thinking of it now makes me giggle. I nervously rub my thumb over the napkin as I walk—just as I have been ever since Grant tucked it into my hand. I don’t need the napkin. I’ve looked at it no less than twenty thousand times in the past forty-eight hours. I have the address memorized. I’m on my way to meet Grant for dinner. He insisted he pick me up, but I warned him I would be coming from work and wasn’t entirely sure I would be on time. Never being able to make definite plans is a hazard of my profession. He agreed after some arm twisting to meet me and wrote this address down.
    I reapplied red lipstick before leaving work. Wearing a cream wrap dress with a red belt, I switched to red fuck me pumps just before I left. I come to a halt in front of the address written on the napkin. I look up at the sign. Fred’s? I fumble to look at the napkin, thinking I cannot possibly be at the right address. Twenty-four hundred, Leah Blvd. Yep, it’s right. Looking back up at the sign in confusion, I shrug and decide to go inside.
    From the outside, Fred’s looks like a little taco stand. When I enter, I see the storefront is misleading. This place is actually quite large inside and more of a bar. The entire place is patches of bright colors. There are pool tables along the back wall and video games to my right. The center of the room has a full circle, tiki-type bar. There is even straw at the top, making the bar look like a hut.
    I am still looking around when a hand grasps mine. Usually, uninvited human contact would startle me, but I can sense it’s Grant. I feel his soft hands glide over mine