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It’s coming soon, I promise. In the homestretch…
In spite of his directive to Camilla and her willingness to comply Sam didn’t want to embarrass her. After they parked at the restaurant he went around to the Mini’s driver’s door and opened it for her. He stood in the door opening, shielding her as best he could as he looked around, scanning the parking lot for eyes that might see them.
The restaurant sat in strip mall between a 24-hour gym and a dry cleaner. Being the lunch hour, most of the foot traffic near them was headed to or from the restaurant. No one seemed to notice them. The coast was as clear as it was going to get.
“Okay,” he said.
Camilla swung her legs out of the car. Sam’s heart lurched as she yanked her dress up her thighs and lifted her bottom off the seat.
He looked around again, but in his heightened state of excitement and apprehension saw nothing.
Behind him Camilla stood up, pulling his attention back to her. She bumped the car door closed with her hip and said, “I’m ready now.” She looked and sounded happy.
As they headed for the restaurant entry Camilla brushed her hand against his. Sam thought she wanted to hold hands, but when he took hers she pressed something soft and silky against his palm. He knew what it was, and a glance confirmed it. The underwear she’d taken off was a red lace thong.
He stuffed her panties into his jeans pocket and took her hand as they crossed the parking lot. “They felt a little moist,” he said.
Without breaking stride Camilla leaned and pecked him on the cheek. A few eyes cut their way. “That’s your fault sir,” she smiled. “I’m ripe enough to burst.”
They reached the restaurant entry just behind a group of suited men and women probably on lunch break from their office. The last man in the group, a blonde, thirtyish Ken doll with a haughty too busy for peons because I own the world manner gave Camilla an appreciative once-over as he held the door for her.
Camilla cooed, “Thank you” to Ken.
Ken smiled at her, flashing his inhumanly brilliant teeth. “You’re very welcome.”
Walking behind Camilla, Sam reached over her shoulder and took over holding the door for her. He said “Thanks” to the Ken doll.
Ken’s eyes darted from Camilla to Sam and back to Camilla. His smile changed to a false one—one Sam had seen all too often in his life. Ken’s smile said, Hey, I’m not racist. See how I’m still smiling even though you’re with a black guy?
Okay, they were in another city in another state. No one knew them. Sam decided to see if he could push two buttons at once: one for spite and one for fun. From behind Camilla he leaned to her ear and just loud enough for Ken to hear said, “What if I told you no more playing with yourself until the month’s over? Would you do it?”
Without missing a beat Camilla said, “I wouldn’t like it sir, but if you insist of course I won’t.”
Ken followed his group to the hostess station. He looked back at them three times on his way.
I figured that finishing school Suzanne went to taught her that a lady should let a man make the first move, probably after the lady has laid out some irresistible bait. Horny or not I wasn’t hard up enough to lie just to get laid. I’d just been in a room with two naked women and had managed to maintain. I had no problem being honest and speaking my mind on the phone.
I said, “I’m not going to blow smoke up your pretty butt and tell you I want the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Like you said, we’re just now starting to talk about things other than business, so we don’t know each other like that—not yet anyway. You’re a nice woman, Suzanne; very personable and very intelligent. I picked that up talking to you on a professional level. Now having met you, I know you’re the whole package. You’re a beautiful woman. So of course I’m interested.”
“And what exactly are you interested in, Mr. Knight?” I heard the humor in Suzanne’s tone. She was keeping it light while still testing me.
“Interested in seeing where we go,” I said.
“You don’t have a goal in mind?”
I didn’t, actually. It wasn’t like Suzanne was my best or only option. And I knew I wasn’t hers. She had a sure thing with her boss, George. I had the same with my boss, Beth. When you’re not hard up you’re not desperate, so you don’t need to lie.
I said, “I think it would be nice to see your lack of sleeping attire up close and personal.”
“Is that your way of saying you want to sleep with me, Mr. Knight?” Suzanne was still dangling her bait, tempting me to jump after it.
“Oh, at some point we can sleep too,” I said.
Of course she saw. We were playing her game.
I thought about how cute Chi looked in her fuzzy pink sweater and jeans. I remembered how good she smelled. In spite of the residual ache of sexual frustration in the pit of my stomach I thought if I had to choose between spending time with Chi fully dressed the way she’d been or with Suzanne naked in bed, I might still go for Chi. Suzanne wasn’t a sure thing, not in any sense. My friendship with Chione was rock solid.
With that thought fortifying my resolve I said, “So Suzanne, what’s your goal as far as we’re concerned?”
“I told you Griffin; every now and then I like to pamper myself.”
“Is that what you’d call it?”
“Something tells me we’d enjoy our experience.” Her tone straddled the line between anticipatory excitement and just plain wicked.
“There’s only one way to find out,” I said and crossed my mental fingers.
“That’s very true, Griffin. And, if you’re going to be making references to what you called my pretty butt you ought to at least know what you’re talking about.”
I assumed Suzanne meant that the next time I saw her I was going to get to see her pretty butt in greater detail than I had during my first visit. Based on my assumption I suggested I visit her again soon, and when it wasn’t about business.
“I’d just love to see you again,” she said with her southern accent oozing molasses sweetness.
We agreed to my flying down on the second weekend in November. After our call I made my flight and hotel reservations.
Maybe I wouldn’t need a hotel room. Still, I was playing Suzanne’s game. I wasn’t going to assume too much.
COMING JANUARY 2015