by Mia Madison
“A word of advice, if you don’t mind?”
His expression was stoic, except for his eyes. His deep brown gaze was serious, but held a sparkle. It was this subtle change that softened his serious expression just enough to let me know I’d cracked his tough exterior.
I steadied the lustful thoughts in my head so I could react as calmly as possible. Ignoring the throb in my clit, which screamed for attention due to its extended period of abstinence, I said, “Sure.”
“Don’t let this business change you, Kitten.” He leaned forward. “I’ve seen many girls come and go. Everyone has the same stories. Hard life. Stripping to pay for school. Just need extra money between jobs. No parents. Drug habits. Expensive tastes.”
“I mean, I can relate. I am paying for school. I don’t have a relationship with my father.” He died when I was young. Really young.
He pointed at me. “You might not, but you’re not walking around with a Daddy-shaped hole in your heart, strung out on coke, and stirring shit instead of realizing your faults.”
He paused, leaned back, and took a breath, like he realized he were getting carried away with himself.
“All I’m saying is, you’re rare. You’re an exception to the rule, and I can see that. You don’t come in here starting shit. You don’t come crying to my office for money after you miss your shifts. You’re focused, serious. You’re not even sneaking drinks.”
“A woman like you - naturally stunning and sophisticated - is hard to come by. That’s what makes you one of the club’s bestsellers. Not on the floor, but in VIPs.”
This was news to me. “Really?”
He nodded.
“You’ve got authentic quality. Good girl next door meets sophisticated sensuality. I’d hate to see you lose that edge. That distinction is what gets you ahead.”
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Valencia
Dad had suffered from a heart attack. He was also diagnosed with high blood pressure. Doctors advised him to remain admitted overnight in order to be monitored.
Once he had been transferred upstairs, Gio and I made our way back to his car. He paid the parking fee, and we exited the lot.
“I’m starving,” he said. “Are you?”
“What time is it?” I looked at my phone. “I didn’t realize it was almost midnight.”
My stomach rumbled.
I also hadn’t realized it had been hours since I’d eaten.
“I suppose that’s a yes?” I could hear Gio’s smirk in his tone.
“I shouldn’t be eating so late.” My protest was an attempt to remain firm to my diet goals, even though my tummy roared for something in it.
Gio patted my shoulder. I felt an extra layer of warmth as his touch sent a delicious tingle through my body.
He’s only comforting you, you horny bitch.
“Let’s get something to eat.
Without waiting for me to ask, he pulled into Buzzbrew’s Kitchen, a 24 hour diner.
“I’ve heard about this place,” I said.
“Now you’ll get to experience it for yourself.” I reached for the door handle, and he stopped me. “Wait a minute.”
He walked around to the side, and opened the door for me. Holding out his hand, he helped me down from the car ledge.
“Thank you.”
“Quite welcome,” he said. “Ladies don’t open doors in my presence.”
“You didn’t open it for me earlier.”
“Well… that was a little different.”
“I know. I’m just teasing.”
The place had a moderate amount of business for a late Thursday night. We were seated pretty immediately by a waitress named Allison, who immediately took our drink orders and offered us an appetizer.
Conversation arose as we waited for our food.
“Aside of the scare we’ve had, how are you? Are you feeling comfortable with the position?”
I sipped on my water. Drinking water before you ate helped manage your hunger. It also helped me script the proper answer.
“I’m feeling pretty good,” I said, nodding my head in affirmation. “Of course, there’s always something new to learn, and sometimes I have to go over my work two or three times to get things just right. But overall, I feel good.”
“You know, Vit is really proud of you. He’s so happy to have you back.” I blushed, and Gio smiled.
“It’s cute seeing how much you guys love each other. Reminds me of my relationship with Riley.”
“Speaking of… where’s your wife?” I realize I hadn’t seen her, or any mention of her, aside of when Riley brings her up. I eyed his wedding ring.
Gio caught the hint and raised his hand. “I’m divorced. See? I don’t even have a tan line where it used to be.”
Wow. What do you say to that?
“…I’m sorry…”
He waved me off. “It’s nothing, hon. Sometimes things just don’t work out.”
“How is Riley taking it, if you don’t mind me…asking?” This was compelling, and also took my mind off my father, whose nonchalant and dismissive manner only further triggered my worry for his health.
“She’s good now. She still misses her mother a lot, but…”
He paused, looking for the words that would carefully explain his position. He was very civil, but you could tell how deeply uncomfortable the topic made him.
“You can’t force anyone to be anyone or do anything they choose not to involve themselves with.”
“I’m sorry. What’s that supposed to mean?” My heart dropped. “She abandoned Riley?”
“She abandoned the both of us.” His eyes traveled over his clasped fingers, visiting everything on our tabletop, before ambling up to meet mine. He cleared his throat in the silence.
“Wow, I. Wow. I’m sorry. You guys seemed so happy.”
“We were. At least I thought we were.” He leaned back from the table, and a few moments later the waitress appeared with our food.
Serving me first, she set my plate of banana nut pancakes down. “Here you go ma’am.”
The warm scent of bananas, walnuts, powdered sugar immediately comforted my senses, yet sent my stomach back into a tizzy. Water be damned, I would make room for every bite.
“That smells amazing…” I cooed.
“It’s one of my favorites,” she winked. “It’s the perfect comfort food and it’s not too heavy.”
She turned to Gio. “And here you go sir. Here’s your No Bull Buzz.”
I couldn’t lie; Gio’s plate was just as mouthwatering. He had filet mignon, covered in a delicious graze of garlic butter with veggies, eggs, and a baked potato on a bed of spinach.
“That’s a real meal,” he teased. “Who says you don’t eat after 9?”
We ate in comfortable silence, too hungry to continue a conversation with the spread in front of us.
I deliberately cut my pancakes into small pieces, and chewed thoughtfully as I ate. I was learning the art of mindful eating, yet had I been at home, or even dining by myself, I wouldn’t have so much restraint.
But I couldn’t just relax and be myself.
I wasn’t alone.
I was with Gio, and for some reason every time he was near, he gave me the craziest butterflies in my tummy and rattled my nerves. I didn’t want him to think I was a hungry hippo for scarfing down banana pancakes at midnight. It was already bad enough I was barefaced with a messy bun atop of my head, wearing leggings and Givenchy slides with a Dallas Cowboys hoodie.
What? I didn’t have time to get dressed considering the circumstances.
I was lost in my own thoughts when Gio’s deep chuckle erupted.
“What?” I looked up to see what was so funny.
“You.” He mused, chewing a fat hunk of beef.
“Do I have something on my face?” My eyes widened as
I felt around my mouth, cursing my clumsy eating habits.
“I’ve never seen someone chew so meticulously and quaint. Stop it. It’s midnight, we’ve had a long evening, and we’re both starving. Just eat.”
My face reddened terribly.
“Relax, you’re beautiful.”
This warm bubble in my chest swelled and burst when he said that. Did he mean it?
“Thank you.”
The smallest gleam of flirtatiousness sparkled in his deep brown eyes as he drank in my reaction. “You’re welcome. I should be thanking you for the amazing company.”
“Aw, it’s nothing. I’m just grateful you were able to get to me and get me to Dad.” I shifted to a more serious topic. “I’m worried about him and that tendency to keep things to himself.”
Gio sighed, nodded his head. “I agree. But he’s at least got you and me. Do me a favor?”
“Sure?”
“Keep an eye on him when he’s at home. Anything you notice him do… even if he doesn’t witness your presence, let me know? Not regular things, but his episodes, if any.”
I nodded. “Of course. You didn’t even need to ask. That is my dad, after all.”
He laughed, surrendering himself to my argument. “I tend to forget sometimes. It’s good to have you around. I think it’ll brighten his spirit up even more. And give him something to do.”
“He doesn’t keep busy enough?” I quipped. “That’s surprising.”
“Well, he hasn’t done anything besides work since the loss of… your mother. I think he could use some company. He can only take me for so long.” Gio cut into his eggs. “Besides, all he does is try to tell me that I need to date again.”
“Really? How so?”
He waved his hands in the air, did an impression of my father. “You need to get out there and date again, Gio. You need a mother for Riley, and a woman to look after you. Family is-”
“The most important thing there is.” We finished his statement in unison, all too familiar with that distinctive tradeline of his.
“Well I think he’s right.” Gio twisted his face in playful disbelief, and I laughed. “Hey, don’t shoot me. I’m just agreeing.”
Feeling a little more confident after his compliment, I decided to endow him with a little sauce of my own. “You’ve got the whole tall, dark, and handsome ‘I’m Italian’ thing going for you. You have your own business, and you’re a military veteran. You’ll have no problem finding the right woman.”
Gio
“I agree.”
She was absolutely right. I wouldn’t have any problem finding the right woman. I never had problems attracting women. Ever.
But the woman I wanted?
I’d found her already.
She was sitting across from me, completely unaware of my desire, trying to eat pancakes in the most painfully dainty manner, as if I couldn’t hear her stomach grumbling like a lion was trapped inside.
Those wet, glossy lips were covered in swashes of Vermont maple syrup, which she licked off in between bites of warm banana pancakes.
I wanted to reach over the table and slide my tongue across her bottom lip, taste the flavor of maple syrup, bananas, and her essence for myself.
I bet she tasted sweet and ambrosial.
… From those thick black curls blooming from her scalp to those cute, pudgy feet, housed in designer slides topped with baby pink nail polish, every ounce of her, curves and all, was perfect.
“Well what’s stopping you?”
“From…?”
“Finding another woman.”
“I have a heavy load on my plate. Business, fatherhood - both of these things require my full attention.”
I paused to reflect on my words.
“I need a woman who can understand that, and find her place in my world. It’s not easy finding someone who’s natural fit.”
She nodded, affirming my statement. “I guess you’re right. I don’t see how I’d be able to date anyone living with Dad. He’s so… protective.”
“He has every right to be,” I said. “You’re all he’s got.”
She smiled, a sad smile. “We’re all we have. It would probably be nice to have someone to connect with, and spend time with, but I’m too young.”
“How?”
“I’m in my 20s. Men my age want to club, party, and play games. Dating is a sport. I don’t play with my heart.”
There was a lucid precision to her words, clarity that didn’t hide away from being recognized. She was able to speak her piece without sounding bitter or haughty.
I wouldn’t play with your heart. But I would love to play with your body. You have no idea…
I envisioned dropping her off at the penthouse, walking her to the door so she would make it in safely, and then being invited in for a nightcap…
… That would turn into an all-nighter. Me on top of her. Her on top of me. Her squatting those curvy thighs over my face as I suckled her clit. Leaning back and feeding her my cock, filled with my creamy load.
… Cuddling after.
The pang in my heart made me realize I missed the company of a woman. A woman I could share my hopes and dreams with, build with, and develop a real connection with. Someone whose beauty was resonant of her spirit, inside and out, giving her an energy makeup alone couldn’t buy.
A woman like Valencia.
We enjoyed idle conversation on dating as we finished our food. As we talked, she let her guard down some more, and finally started eating her food without being self-conscious. It was sexier to see the real her.
I wished women would realize real men loved curves. They loved real women of all shapes and sizes, but when they fall in love, it’s that particular woman’s energy that reels them in.
Of course we like nice breasts, asses, and physical attributes. That’s how we’re wired. But a sweet ass alone would never be enough to compel our commitment. We fall for women who are sexy and exciting, who fill us with energy, and also know how to reel us in when needed.
But in every way, Valencia was perfect. In ankle booties or slides. In pencil skirts or in leggings. Hair upswept or frantically tied up. Eyeliner and lipstick or fully bare face.
She was beautiful.
And the pang in my heart kept telling me she was The One.