Chapter Four
I don’t know why I’m so worried about all this. I am actually nervous. My bedroom looks like a Saks exploded. Dresses and shoes everywhere. My favorite girlie playlist is blaring and I have a glass of wine in my hand. After a little research, the address she gave me was of a quaint little French place just a few blocks from me. Good choice, I had to admit. I decided go with a classic. A little black dress with long sleeves. My hair fell over my shoulders. I kept my make-up light, save for some pink lips. I wore nude heels and gave myself a once over in the mirror one final time. “Not too bad” I thought to myself. Even though Sarah is as gorgeous as one can be, she seems a bit of a nut. Not sure what I’m getting myself into, I wondered as I made my way to the restaurant.
Upon arriving, I noticed she wasn’t there yet. “She better not stand me up after all this.” I said under my breath. The host directed me to an intimate table by the window. A single candle was in the middle of the table and the white linen covered in its shadow. The restaurant was dimly lit and it was very romantic. Red velvet covered the walls and the scent of wine and cream filled the air. The French music was soft in the background and around me, couples were holding hands. Then, I see her. Sarah walked in moments later, looking spectacular. I forced my eyes away as she made her way towards me but couldn’t help but give her a small smile. She showed up in tight black pants and boots and a flowy white blouse with a long black tie. Over top, a fitted blazer. Feminine with a masculine twist. Her hair was pulled back, but she wore diamond earrings. Though stunning, I didn’t want to like her. The dinner began quite effortlessly and I found I was having a good time, though Sarah seemed to be quite full of herself and her ways to get what she wanted, somehow it came off a bit endearing. “I don’t enjoy, “real life”, she said, making air quotes. “I live life fully and how I want. I’m fortunate I can do that.” “How can you do that?” I ask quizzically. “I’m in IT. A bit of a hacker, you could say. My ex and I ran a company that provided IT services for companies who couldn’t provide their own. I got into the business by living in Silicon Valley for a while and attending hack-a-thons and building apps for competitions. Our business went and is going very well. I ended up buying out her half and now it kind of runs on its own. I work from home and luckily end up having quite a bit of free time.” I had to admit to myself that I was kind of surprised. I had no idea what she did for work but I wasn’t expecting that. “Impressive.” I said, trying not to give it away that I found it very sexy.
She was an anomaly, arrogant yet pleasant, sweet yet bold, charming yet annoying. Yet, I found myself wanting to reach out and touch her. Her pouty lips, begging for me to kiss them. She poured me more wine from the bottle and our conversation flowed just as easily. I found myself opening-up to her, forgetting all about her previous antics. “I am in marketing right now, not sure if it’s my path. I enjoy it and I’m good at it but lately it seems to be the same thing day after day. I envy the spontaneous way you seem to live your life.” “It took a lot of hard work to get me here. I try to not live life the conventional way. I got stagnant once before and don’t want that to happen again.” I had an image of us, going to the airport and choosing a flight to anywhere. Hopping on the plane to the beach and kissing on the sand under the stars while the waves crashed around us. I could almost feel the warm breeze as it caressed our bodies, her pulling off my bikini bottoms and me not caring that sand may get in some unwelcome places-because that’s what life was with Sarah. I snapped out of my daydream when I felt her hand graze mine. “It has been a wonderful evening.” She said genuinely. When the bill came, she covered it, and helped me put on my coat. “You look absolutely stunning by the way”, she whispered in my ear as my arms went into my sleeves. I bit my lip. Her breath grazing my neck and her masculine perfume driving me wild. “Thanks” I said, simply, for fear of saying too much, giving away the fact that my heart was racing.
We walked outside and she kissed my cheek. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I tried to brush them away. She squeezed my hand and said goodbye. “That’s it?” I thought, exasperated after she was out of sight. I was let down that she didn’t give me a real kiss but also happy because I still was so conflicted about her and the night we had. I went to my car and reached in my bag for my keys and noticed my phone was gone-again. She must have taken it when I wasn’t looking. Instead, there was a note in its place. “Holding this for ransom until you agree to go out with me again.” “The nerve!” “How am I supposed to say yes if you have my phone” I mocked. It was childish but this was very annoying. I can’t be attracted to someone I’m annoyed with, can I? I thought. Just as I was getting to my car, I heard a laugh. “Nice mocking voice, Meredith”. It was Sarah, she was in her car, pulled up behind mine. It was black and elegant, just like her. “My phone again? I began, Honestly?” She held it in her hand. “Dinner tomorrow night?” she grinned as she held my phone close and extended it out to my reach and back again while she waited for a response. “Yes, dinner tomorrow night.” The words escaped my lips before I knew what I was saying. She held my phone out, through her car window. “Come and get it.” She said. I paused for a moment, my hand on my hips, taking her in. I walked over with a smirk on my face, never dropping eye-contact with her. As I got level with her window and reached in to grab it, she pulled me in closer and leaned to kiss me. Her perfect lips touched mine and I felt electricity fly through me. I kissed her back, slowly and passionately, like we had done this a hundred times before. I went to kiss her again when she pulled away slowly. “Until tomorrow night.” She said with a smile. “I’ll text you where to meet.” And she drove off, leaving me standing there, completely dazed.
Chapter Five
An hour later, I receive a text message. “Lovely dinner with you tonight, Meredith. Glad you’re putting up with my antics but even happier you agreed to another date. Meet me at 84 W Park St. at 8 p.m. tomorrow night.” I smiled. Even if she would have stolen my phone again, I think I would be quite pleased to see her again anyway, I thought as I took off my dress. I tossed my shoes aside and got in the shower. My mind went over our conversation and how charming she was. We spoke of life and our favorite films, what we like to do, we had so much more in common than I would have thought. She didn’t seem so bad, actually. I lathered up my hair and rinsed under the hot water. I tried to think about anything else but my mind kept wandering back to her. Her lips, her sweet breath, her dark hair and her perfect cheekbones. I licked my lips as my hand made its way between my legs. I wasn’t surprised to find that I was wet and this was not because I was in the shower. With my left hand, I caressed my breasts and my nipples were hard. I made circles with my finger and found myself imagining me taking her clothes off, her taking off mine. I could only imagine what she looked like but I had a feeling she was a sight for sore eyes. I imagined her in her boy shorts and sports bra, taking control of the situation; of me. Her mouth was on my breasts, my nipples, her tongue flicking them and her lips wrapped around them, pulling on them, playing with them. I pushed them together and grabbed at the back of her neck, pressing her into me more. She slipped her fingers into me, taking all of me in. As her finger rubbed against my clit, I felt myself warm to her touch. “I’m going to come” I say, breathlessly, realizing I’m saying it aloud to myself. I grasp onto the shower wall with one hand as I release with a cry. “Damn” I say as my body shakes, the hot water beginning to turn cold. My chest is heaving and I feel so relaxed. Maybe she isn’t a bad idea, after all, I wonder as I turn off the knobs and consider round two under my sheets.
As I put on my sweats and tank top and crawled into bed, I had another fleeting thought of her laying next to me, on top of me-logically, Sarah makes no sense but attraction isn’t logical, is it? I wanted to text her but realized I didn’t have her number. But I wonder…I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I was right. She added herself along with a photo of her face as her contact image. I starred at it. She was winking at me
, being very playful. “Should I text her?” I wondered aloud. If she wants to have fun, I will give her fun. I typed and erased and typed and erased, unsure of the perfect line to say to her. I thought back over our conversation when the perfect idea hit me.
“You may steal my phone, but I tend to steal hearts. I think you have more to lose than I do.” Send. Too cheesy? Perhaps. But I didn’t care. Two could play at her game. Within seconds the text dots flashed on my screen. “I can see that being true. ;) “she responded. I couldn’t help but smile. I replied, “Must be why you keep asking me on dates, then, huh Sarah? ;)” I was giddy. “There is something about you, you are very sweet but I have to admit it’s your beauty that caught my eye on the train.” My eyes widened. I could sense that I had the choice to take this train down the path that it was very definitely heading down or I could send her a witty comment and say goodnight. Remembering my time in the shower, I decided to continue to have fun. “Why, thank you. You’re quite striking yourself…I can’t believe you’re single.” I reply. Flirting, yet testing the waters to make sure she really was available. “I haven’t met my match yet.” My fingers drummed on the bed. Do I make the first move? “Check mate.” I said. I sent another message, “You’re so charming, I’m almost wishing you were here with me still.” I began. She had been typing, then stopped. My heart raced. The seconds felt like minutes. “Oh, do you now? Well, if I were there we wouldn’t be talking.” “Oh, there it is”, I laughed to myself. I felt like a school-girl. “Because your lips would be on mine…” I said. “Yes, and my teeth would be biting your lip.” She continued, “I want to be on top of you, my face buried in your neck, my hands on your breasts and my fingers gripping your thighs.” I was getting very hot and bothered. I responded, “I want to feel you inside me, your kisses make me so wet.” I sent it, not believing what was actually happening. “I’d prefer my tongue pressed against you, moving side to side between your thighs, driving you wild.” I got under the sheets and tossed off my sweats. Things were getting heated. We continued like this, toying with each other. “Lick, suck, tease me” I told her. “I want to make you explode, Meredith. I want to lay on top of you and hear you say my name.” she said. This went on for an hour and I told her I was touching myself. “I am too, of course” she said and sent a screenshot of her legs on her bed, her hand reaching below her boy shorts. I could not take this. I laid back and let myself feel it all, I screamed her name and finally and explosively, came. I was breathing heavily now, a few minutes had passed since we last spoke. “If you are this good via text, I can’t imagine what it will be like in person.” I reply with a smiley face. “Same to you, babe.” She responded. “Sweet dreams…” “Goodnight, gorgeous” she sent back. I took a deep breath and my mind swirled over the events. Two days ago I loathed her smug attitude, now, I’m having phone sex with her! Am I crazy? The adrenaline made me not care, I felt alive and yet relaxed. Things like this never happen to me, I thought. Then a very obvious idea hit me. I went to my bag and took out her business card. “Sarah Samuels” I typed into the search bar. “IT Guru Sweeps the State” “Samuels and Stevens are the new ‘IT’ couple” I clicked on it and saw a photo of both of them. Sarah was smiling, looking professional as she does and her ex, Rebecca Stevens, stood at her side. She had auburn hair, was also tall but fair-skinned. Her hair was cropped short and she had piercing blue eyes. An expansive office was behind them, concrete floors and clean lines. To Sarah’s left, was her desk, I could make-out a framed photo of her and Rebecca, they looked happy. I imagined them making love on that desk after hours but then shook the thought away. I scrolled through more articles when another caught my eye. “Tech Entrepreneur Launches Celeb Site”. Very interesting, I thought as I opened up the link to a bright pink site. Article after article of celebrity gossip-something with algorithms were behind this, showing the most trending topics at the moment. There were photos of her with soccer superstars, singers, actors-she was hob knobbing with A-listers? “Color me very impressed” I said aloud. I set my phone down and turned off my light. Who was I getting involved with? I asked myself as I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
The next morning, I was in good spirits. I awoke with a sense of adventure and excitement. Last night felt like a dream, one I didn’t want to wake from. I had one more work day to put under my belt before Sarah could be. Walking into the office, Dana was on my tail immediately. “So, tell me the gossip!” she pleaded. Normally not one to sext and tell, I was too giddy to keep it to myself. I pulled her into my office and shut the door. “Well, dinner was actually really wonderful. We have a lot in common, she’s some big IT Tech Mastermind or something and you’ll never believe what else I found out.” I sat there, eyes wide and eyebrows arched. “What!?” Dana squealed. I leaned in. “The Pulse”. Dana’s eyes widened. “The Pulse?” she said with disbelief. “Yep.” I turned on my laptop and went to the site. After a bit of scrolling I found a photo of her at a party between Usher, Fergie and David Beckham. “Wow. Did you hit the jackpot! What are you going to do, does she know you know? Will you tell her you know?” My grin turned upside down as I hadn’t considered this. “Well, shoot, I don’t know. I did google her last night, she told me about her tech company but not about this.” “Maybe you should let her offer it up naturally.” Dana suggested. “What if she doesn’t? How can I pretend I don’t know?” Dana bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m not sure, but that sure is exciting. When are you seeing her again?” “Tonight at 8.” “Well, maybe she’ll get a call from Jude Law and then cat will be out of the bag.” I laughed and rolled my eyes, “Here’s hoping!” I joked.
The day drug on, time seemed to stop and by noon I still hadn’t heard from her. I was about to cave and text when I heard a familiar chime. “Good Afternoon, Beautiful” she began. “Sorry I’ve not texted, it’s been a hectic morning-excited for our date tonight at 8. ;)” A huge smile spread across my face and I replied. “Good Afternoon ;) I have to say I slept very well after last night…I’m looking forward to it, too.” She replied with a kiss emoticon and I felt warmth spread through my body. It was a gorgeous day out, I decided to leave work for the afternoon and head to the shop to find something to wear for tonight. “Dana, cancel my 3:00, would you? I need to go shopping!” I winked as I grabbed my things. “Get it, girl!” she yelled to me as I put on my sunglasses and headed downstairs.
The place she was taking me was a celeb hotspot. What if we ran into someone? I wanted to look good for myself but for her, too. A little black dress just wouldn’t do. Three shops in and I found the outfit. I opted for tight, black leather pants, akin to the ones she wore the other night. They hugged my curves just right. I bought a pair of green suede high heels with a gold tip. For the blouse, I opted for a silky black halter top and emerald green earrings to match my shoes. I stopped at the salon and got a blowout, I was feeling hot and ready for my second date with Ms. Sarah when my phone rang. It was her.
“Oh, hey Sarah” I said, trying to not sound surprised she was calling. “Hey, you. I hope I’m not interrupting your work day or anything” she said, sounding very sincere. I looked at the bags in my hand, “No, not at all. What’s going on?” “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to push back dinner tonight. Something with work has come up. Actually, probably can’t have dinner at all.” “Oh” was all I could manage. “But I’m not cancelling-unless you don’t want to go to this party for work I have to attend last minute.” My mind raced and images of clinking glasses with Selena Gomez ran though my head. “Oh, well, no, I mean, what is the party for?” “Just a few colleagues, it’s a networking party of sorts at this tech guys house in the Hills. Fairly swanky, I will admit. There will be light appetizers and cocktails provided, I won’t let you starve.” I smiled at this. “Sure, sounds great.” “Wonderful! Care if I pick you up at your place around 7:30?” “Not at all, that’s great.” We hung up and I was so grateful I took the afternoon off to buy clothes and get my hair done. I squealed w
ith delight but also was very nervous. I usually get very shy around new people, and if they’re famous? I can’t imagine what I’ll do. It was five o’clock. I had better hurry home if I wanted to get ready for the night.
Chapter Seven
I did what any normal girl would do in this situation and called my best friend over to help. Once I gave her the update on everything that had happened she said she would be over with a bottle of wine within twenty-minutes. I could always count on her. I turned up the slow jams and got in the shower to rinse off. “Did I have time to….?” I wondered with a naughty grin. No. No, Lauren would be over soon and no-better save myself for this evening, I told myself. Jumping out of the shower, I did give last night’s texts a look- “Nipples in your mouth…..fingers inside you..” I shivered. I could not wait. Would it even happen tonight? I shook the thought out of my head and began to get ready. “Happy Hour is from 6-7!” I heard as Lauren let herself into my place. “Hey girl!” I said, taking the bag from her. “I will pour us some wine and tell you all about my new crush!” I gave her more details about what I found and we spent a fair amount of time scrolling through the website. “Six-thirty!” I exclaimed, I only have an hour! Lauren laughed, “You’re hair is done and you have your outfit! Relax!” ‘But what if she’s early?” I argued. I got dressed and finished up my make-up. “Pour me another glass of wine, please! I need the liquid encouragement!” “Have you got fancy lingerie on under there?” she gestured. “I may have…I need to be prepared!” We both laughed, finished the bottle of wine and continued scrolling through Sarah’s celebrity life when I heard a knock on the door. “It’s her!” I looked at my phone, one missed call and text from Sarah. “I’m going to be a bit early, hope that’s ok.” She had written-thirty minutes ago. “See! I hissed at Lauren, I knew I had to get ready!” I straightened up, immediately felt the wine hit me, and made my way to the door. “Hi, so sorry I missed your call” I began, but I was interrupted with a small kiss on my lips. “But I see you are ready and that’s a good thing.” She smiled. “You look absolutely stunning.” She said, looking me up and down. “Why, thank you.” I said, feigning a curtsey. “And who is this?” she asked, walking into my apartment. “Oh, this is Lauren, my best friend, she was keeping me company tonight.” “Very nice to meet you” Sarah said, reaching out her hand. “Let me just get my things and we can go!” I said as I walked quickly to my room. “Great space you have here, Meredith.” I heard footsteps coming into the bedroom. “Oh, thanks, be right out!” I shouted but it was too late. Sarah walked in and saw my laptop open and her website on full display. Lauren was behind her and gave me a “I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time to close it!” kind of face. She made eye-contact with me, then the laptop. I made eye-contact with her and then Lauren. Sarah looked concerned and unsure of how to proceed when Lauren chimed in. “I am just a big fan of your work, I love your website. I coludn’t believe Sarah hadn’t heard of it before.” She tried. “You hadn’t?” Sarah said, sounding surprised, but in a good way. I assume like a humble celebrity might feel when they are treated like a regular person somewhere and are caught-off-guard by it. “Um, no, I am not that into celebrity gossip I guess. I mean, it’s fun, I just, I wasn’t aware of the site.” I felt myself stumbling over my words. “It’s ok, Meredith. It’s kind of refreshing, most people do and I get treated differently because of it. I wasn’t going to bring it up, actually, until I learned about this event tonight.” I forced my face to look indifferent. “Is this a party for your site?” I asked as innocently as I could. “Yes, Richie Brinkhead, this IT magnate, is throwing a little get together at his home with some of my best clients and since he and I have been friends forever, he’s put all this together.” “Oh, how lovely of him.” I offer. I felt like I needed another bottle of wine. “Thank you for inviting me to this.” I offered. “Of course, it will be a lot of fun.” Behind Sarah, Lauren was giving me air high-fives and doing a little dance. I was trying to ignore her and not laugh. “Well, I just need a minute and I’ll be ready!” I said. “I’ll wait in the car.” We waited until we heard the click of the front door. “Oh my-Oh, my..” I began. Lauren was laughing and said, “Girl, you are going to have the best time.” “Thank you for covering me back there, like, seriously. So necessary.” “Of course, you can’t look like a psychopath.” ‘Ha. Ha.” “Alright, do I look great or what?” I asked her as I put on my leather jacket. “You look fab, now go and text me all about it from the bathroom!”
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