“I only get 30 minutes for lunch. I’m going to have to work an extra half hour since I’m giving you an hour.”
“Wait… I’m not worth you having to text and play on Twitter an extra 30 minutes at your desk?”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure yet and just so you know. I work!”
I’d taken the day off to take her to lunch. We’d met once, talked on the phone a couple times and text’d more than enough. Lunch dates were the perfect date. It’s timed so if things go bad there’s a built in escape. If things go well there’s this excitement you wear the rest of the day.
I decided to wear slacks and loafers even though I was off. Impressions are everything.
Her black skirt kept riding up her thighs but if she wasn’t trying to pull it down, I wasn’t complaining.
“I would ask you what you want to drink but I know you have to go back to work.”
I slid the drink menu out of her reach, she rolled her eyes and picked up my glass. Downing the Remy straight.
“I can handle my liquor Author. The question is can you handle me?”
There was no smile on her face, she was waiting on me to blink. She didn’t know me well.
“You got a drop on your chin, let me get that.” I wiped the water from the glass off her chin and she licked it off my finger.
“I’m also not wearing panties. What’s your point?”
To Be Continued…