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Just then the door to the restaurant swings open and a
rain soaked man with wide shoulders of a smart black coat enters. I instantly hide behind my glass of
wine if you can hide behind a glass of wine that is. The man shrugs out of his coat to reveal a black jumper, a
lavender shirt peeking out the top and flat-front black trousers that look like
they were tailored for him. The man pulls his hands from his
pockets and moves toward me. He
walks from his hips, all long and lean, with a purpose to each step.
I take a nervous gulp of wine. Not bad. Not bad at all.
A part of me expected him to be small, portly and balding don’t ask me
why.
I catch the waitress’ eye and she gives me the thumbs
up.
I smile.
‘Brett?’ My voice has a
wistful hopeful tone to it.
He smiles and I’m bowled over. What a first impression.
‘Harry?’
It comes out a bit squeaky.
Bless he must be as nervous as I am.
I smile prettily at him. ‘The one and only?’
He holds out his hand and I take it. His grip is strong, which I like and he
has seriously sexy hands, big with an artisan square-ness about them, the
fingertips smooth and manicured.
‘Sorry I'm late.
There was an accident on the road and I couldn’t get a signal,’ he says
pulling up a chair.
I stare at him in shock. His voice is high-pitched and squeaky and doesn’t match his
otherwise ravishingly hot physique.
Think David Beckham or James Blunt and you get the picture (everyone
would do Beckham if he was mute in the process!) I didn’t realise I was so shallow now I know I am. ‘That’s
ok.’ I mumble.
He looks straight at me, his gaze is appreciative.
The waitress, I never caught her name comes to our
table.
‘Can I get you anything to drink sir?’
He picks up the wine menu, ‘I’ll have a...on second
thoughts…’ he slaps it back on the table. ‘I’ll have a Manhatten. Harry would you like another?
‘Another sauvignon please.’
I’m looking at her face and I can see a similar shock
register across her face as she takes his order. I catch her eyes and have a childish urge to giggle but ever
the professional she smiles sweetly.
‘Right away.’
Taking a leaf out of her book I rein in my impulse to
laugh. Now I know why Marissa
didn’t want me to speak to him on the phone. I could kill her.
‘So how
do you and Tim know each other?’
‘We play squash together but we know each other from
business.’
‘What is it you do?’
‘I’m a Hedge fund manager but you’re job is so much
more interesting. I have to say
you don’t look a stuntwoman.’
‘What were you expecting?’
‘Built like an Eastern European shot putter.’
I laugh.
This date might not be so bad after all. ‘And you still agreed to meet
me?’
‘Glutton for punishment.’
With our food ordered and conversation flowing I find
myself relaxing into the evening. Brett and I have quite a bit in common, he
listens intently too, and he’s a bit of a comedian, his voice becomes less of
an issue as the evening progresses.
He also insists on picking up the bill
(at least one archaic tradition I’m happy to accept). So it seems only fitting that we have a bit of a snog in the
car park and he’s is every bit as manly as I hoped.
I like that his lips are soft and wet, teasing a
heated response deep in the pit of my stomach, it’s been a while.
‘Mmm you taste good,’ he says, nibbling on my
ear.
My hands slip deep inside his coat and I feel his hard
muscles bunch as I slide my hands up and down his chest and stomach then move
them around to the middle of his back.
‘Oh yeah. This feels good.’
I rise onto the balls of my feet and push closer
biting his lips together, willing him to stop talking. Against my lower abdomen
I can feel every inch of how much he likes me.
His hands snake around my waist pulling me closer. ‘Tiger.’
Oh God, I groan.
Please don’t ruin this by talking, it’s likes making out with a spaced
out porn smurf, he mistakes my groan for pleasure.
‘Mmmm you are turning me on.’
And your talking is turning me off. I silence him with another kiss but the
voice is a passion killer. I don’t
mind a bit of talking but not when it sounds like Micky Mouse on helium!
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