Whereas his face is gorgeous, his body is just downright sinful. He is muscular, but not in a beefy weight lifter way. He looks like he could be on one of those male fitness models with his fit and lean build. He is wearing a gray sleeveless t-shirt with a pair of black basketball shorts.
“No, I am not leaving you hanging. I am just done with my workout and now I am leaving,” I answer honestly.
He walks closer to me and I can smell him. He smells sweaty, but I also smell a hint of something spicy.
“Well Olivia,” he says. I love how his voice sounds when he says my name. “Would you do me the honor and meet me for coffee later?”
I am perplexed; he wants to meet me for coffee. Why? He can’t be interested, can he? I am looking a hot and sweaty mess right now. So I ask him.
“Why?”
He lets out a laugh in that same deep timbre as his voice.
“Because I want to get to know you.” He crosses him arms across his chest, tucking his hands under his armpits. The move makes the muscles in his arms bulge.
Oh – OH!
See – clueless here.
Jacqueline and Taylor are always accusing me of being oblivious.
“Oh – okay – sure,” I stammer out. “Um, when and where?
“How about the Starbucks at the end of this block? Let’s say – 4pm?” He flashes that dimpled smile at me again and I have the urge to fan my face – because I’m hot all of a sudden.
I nod my head up and down. I need to get away from him because he is making me nervous and I don’t want to say something stupid.
“Ok – the Starbucks down the block –at 4pm. I will be there.” And because my mama taught me manners, I tack on, “It was nice meeting you Isaac.”
I even manage to give him a smile before I quickly turn and walk right into a padded pole. I slam into it so hard, that I bounce off and land on my ass. I somehow manage to hang onto my water bottle and iPad though.
I hear “oh shit” before Isaac is kneeling in front of me.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks me in a concerned voice.
If I thought my face was warm earlier, it is on fire now. He has a big hand on my knee and another on my shoulder.
“Olivia?” he asks me again.
I finally snap out of my embarrassed stupor and respond.
“Yeah, I am okay – just completely mortified. I’m kind of hoping the ground will open up and swallow me whole though,” I say as I peek up at him.
He gives me a smile that makes me feel light-headed as he helps me stand. He still has his hands on me – they are lightly gripping my upper arms as he looks down at me.
“So, I will see you at 4pm right?” His eyes are serious as he looks at me. “Don’t think that this little episode will get you out of meeting me later.” He gives my arms a little squeeze.
I nod my head because I don’t trust myself to speak. Instead of letting me go, he keeps his hands on me and turns me around – walking me around the padded pole and to the front door. Once at the door, he releases his slight grip on me.
“Be safe Olivia.” And with that, he is gone. I blink a few times, looking around, wondering if this really just happened.
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At 3:40 pm, I am sitting in my car. I managed to get a parking spot across the street from Starbucks. When I left the gym, I had all but made up my mind to cancel my membership and find another gym. By the time I arrived at home, I had talked myself out cancelling my membership – instead, I had decided to not meet Isaac. Obviously, I’ve changed my mind because I am in my car across from Starbucks. Before I lose my nerve, I exit my car.
I have on my favorite dark-washed jeans that are tucked into my black riding boots. I opted for my gray cable knit, long hooded cardigan sweater over a simple white oxford shirt. As I cross the street, I feel confident and dare I say - sexy.
I quickly do a scan of the shop, making sure Isaac is not an early arriver like me. When I am sure he is not on the premises, I fully enter and go to stand in line. I am the fourth person in line. I look over the menu that is on the wall behind the counter. I’m not a coffee drinker – I can’t stand the stuff. However, I do love hot chocolate. When there is only one person ahead of me in line, I feel someone sidle up beside me.
“I’m glad you came,” a deep voice says in my ear. I feel a shiver run up my spine. I slowly turn my head to the right, look up and there is Mr. Dimples. He is smiling down at me with that dimpled smile and it feels like I have just gone down a steep hill on a bicycle with no brakes. His square and sharp jaw is no longer shadowed by stubble – he has shaved. I think I like him better clean-shaven. He has on a simple light blue button-down shirt and jeans, but on him, it looks like a million bucks.
“Hi,” I say shyly. I will myself not to fidget, but it is unsuccessful, I am fidgety. So, I tuck my hands into the pockets of my cardigan and try to stand as still as possible as I continue to look up at him. I might even bite my bottom lip like an idiot.
“Hi,” Isaac replies.
The barista then asks me what I would like to order. I turn my attention to her, trying to appear calm, cool and collected as I tell her my order.
“I would like a tall, salted caramel hot chocolate with two percent milk and a chocolate caramel muffin.”
I skipped lunch so I am okay with the extra calories.
“Are you two together?” the barista asks. Before I can answer, Isaac speaks up.
“Yes, we are. I would like a venti iced caffé mocha with an extra shot of espresso.
When she tells us the total, I pull my wallet from my purse, but Isaac stops me. As he hands a twenty-dollar bill to the barista, he leans close and his gravelly voice fills my ear.
“Since I asked you out on this date – I pay.”
I look up at him and I must look shocked and/or confused because he says, “Yes, this is a date.”
Oh – OH!
See – still clueless!
I give him what I hope is smile as we move down to the counter to wait for our order. He is so close that I can smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating from his body. I get fidgety again.
“So, did you work today?” he asks.
I look at up him and nod before I speak.
“I have a job where I work from home and my hours are flexible. I will probably do some more work tonight. But I don’t mind because I love what I do,” I all but gush out. I tried to sound calm, but I don’t think I did. I really do love what I do.
“Oh yeah,” he replies in that deep voice of his. I swear I am going to spontaneously combust/cum from his voice alone. “What do you do?”
“I’m a jewelry designer. I work for one of the bigger jewelry store chains and I have an on-line storefront where I sell my own jewelry line.”
“So you’re an artist.”
I am surprised. Most people view my work as a hobby and not as being an artist.
I give him a beaming smile.
“Yeah, I am.”
Before he can respond, another barista announces that our order is ready. We gather our items and he ushers me to a cozy corner of the coffee shop. I am very conscious of his big hand on my lower back.
I tuck myself into the corner of the comfy high backed sofa, setting my muffin on the small table in front of the sofa before taking a sip from my hot chocolate. Isaac sits down next to me; very close, turning his body towards me and takes a sip from his drink.
I can already feel myself falling for this man. He is looking at me as if I am the most interesting thing in his world and that makes me feel special.
“So, how about you – did you work today?” I ask him.
He nods.
“Yeah, I did. I am actually taking a break right now. Before I go home, I am going to head back to the studio to finish up a few things.”
He takes another sip from his drink – leaving a little dab of moisture on his bottom lip. I find myself getting aroused when his tongue slowly swipes it away.<
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“Oh,” I say in a breathy voice. I clear my throat before speaking again. “What is it that you do?”
He flashes that dimpled grin at me as if he knows that he is turning me on.
“I own a video production company with my brother.”
Impressive.
“And what does your video production company do?”
“Right now, we are involved with quite a few reality shows that are filming in the Southeast. We provide camera crews and production personnel for the various shows. We also do the post-production activities which can involve the editing, sound, graphics and things of that nature.”
I am very impressed. It sounds like he has a great job and I tell him so. I lean forward, breaking off a piece of my muffin with my fingers before settling back into the cushion, turning my body towards Isaac while tucking my left leg under me. I taste the bit of muffin and moan softly to myself.
When I look up, Isaac is staring at me. Without thinking, I lean over and break off another piece of my muffin, offering it to him. Instead of him taking it from my fingers, he wraps his big hand around my wrist, holding it steady and leans forward. When his mouth closes around my fingers, I shudder and squeeze my kegel muscles.
Sweet Jesus!
I can’t look away as he continues to stare at me intently. I squeeze my kegel muscles even tighter when I feel his tongue lick my fingers as he takes the bit of muffin from my fingers. I watch him chew, his strong jaw working slowly.
“It’s good,” he says gruffly.
I nod and lower my hand. My fingers feel tingly. We both take sips from our drinks, not taking our eyes off each other.
I may have been oblivious at first that Isaac was flirting with me, but give me a break; I haven’t had a date in four years, so my radar is a little wonky. However, this sexual tension between us is hard to ignore. We are silent for a few more moments before he asks me if I am originally from Richmond and just like that, we get to know each other.
I tell him my last name is Simone. I tell him about being raised in a suburb of Atlanta. I tell him about my older siblings, Paris and Leo Jr. I tell him about my art professor mama and my lawyer daddy. I tell him about my fine arts degree that I received from the Savannah College of Art and Design. I tell him how I moved to Richmond when my grandmother passed away and left her house to me.
In turn, he tells me his last name is Rossi. He tells me about being raised in Richmond. He tells me about his twin brother, Judah and his baby sister, Zoe. He tells me about his caterer/chef mom and his construction company owner dad. He tells me about his degree in Visual Communication Design from Virginia Tech.
While we have been talking, we have managed to move closer to each other. While my left leg is still tucked under me, my right leg is no longer on the floor. It is draped across Isaac’s lap. His big hand is resting on my jean-covered thigh and I love how it feels.
A beeping sound invades our little bubble. He gives me an apologetic look before removing his phone from his pocket.
“Remember when I told you earlier that I needed to go to the studio to finish up a few things?” he asks.
I nod.
“Well, it is almost 6pm and I need to go if I want to get home before midnight. I don’t want to go, but I need to.” He looks sincere as he says this.
I am surprised; not that he has to leave, but because we have been talking for almost two hours.
“Okay,” is all I say.
I can be so lame sometimes.
He gives me a soft smile before he asks, “Can I see your phone?”
I give him a quizzical look before digging into my purse and offering him my phone. I watch him fiddle with it for a few seconds. When his phone rings, he gives my phone back to me.
“I now have your number and you have mine.”
I give him a shy smile, trying to look calm.
HA! Inside my head, I am pumping my fists and chanting ‘he has my number’ over and over again.
“Can I have a taste?” Isaac asks as he continues to look at me, casting his eyes down quickly before looking back up again.
I crinkle my brow and look at the empty plate. Only crumbs are left of the muffin we shared.
“It's all gone...there is no more muffin left,” I say before I turn my head back to look at Isaac.
“I know. I want to taste you.”
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Isaac
I move closer, boxing her into the corner of the sofa. She looks up at me, those big brown eyes looking all so innocent before she casts her gaze down.
I chuckle lightly to myself.
For some reason, her shyness and apparent inexperience are turning me the fuck on – which makes me want to do wicked and filthy things to her. I lift her chin with my forefinger and lean in until we are almost nose-to-nose.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.
She lets out a short puff of air, followed by a slight nod of her head.
Her lips are so soft that I moan at the contact. I take my time, lightly sucking her bottom lip before teasing it with my tongue. When she opens her mouth slightly, I don’t dive in like I want to, but I lightly flick my tongue with hers. She surprises me when she cups her hands around my ears, pulling me in and deepening the kiss. In a span of five seconds or less, she had taken control of the kiss.
Maybe she is not so inexperienced after all.
Just when I am about to say fuck it and pin her underneath me in this very public setting. She pulls her head away, effectively ending the kiss. Her lips are a bit kiss-swollen and she is looking at me with the shy look again.
Fuck! This girl is going to turn my world upside down.
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By the time we throw our trash away and make it outside, it is dark outside, her shy and inexperienced persona is back in full effect and my cock is hard as a rock. I take her hand into mine as we cross the street. Her hand is small and soft and I briefly wonder how it will feel wrapped around my cock.
“Where are you parked?” I ask as we step onto the sidewalk in front of the parking lot.
“The dark gray Camaro,” she says as she nods her head in the direction of the car.
I let out an appreciative low whistle. This is not the kind of car I imagined her to drive; I imagined her in something like Ivy (a Mini Cooper) or maybe even a Volkswagen Beetle. Her Camaro is sexy as hell and now that I think of it – it suits her – sexy and unexpected.
“Nice car.”
She looks up at me and gives me that shy smile that, once again, makes me want to do all kinds of wicked and filthy shit to her.
“Thanks,” she says as she tugs my hand and we walk to her car. I hear the ‘chirp-chirp’ of her alarm disengaging and the door unlocking as we approach. I really want to see her again and soon.
“I want to see you again - are you free tomorrow evening?” I ask, aware that this is a first for me. I have never wanted to see a female so soon after meeting.
She looks up at me, those big brown eyes of hers looking surprised. I have a feeling she has no idea how tempting and sexy she is when she looks at me that way.
“Yeah, I am,” her cheeks blush prettily.
I smile down at her – happy that I will get to see her again – and soon.
“Why don’t you text me your address before you go to bed tonight and tomorrow I will pick you up. I will let you know the time I will pick you up by mid-morning.” I already have an idea where I want to take her, but I need to check to see what time everything starts.
“Okay, that sounds good.”
“Drive safely Olivia and I will see you tomorrow.” And because I can, I lean down and steal a quick kiss.
That blush that I am becoming so fond of makes a re-appearance. She nods and I can see that her blush has extended down her neck.
I wonder how far that blush extends.
I close her door and straighten up, waiting until she has backed out and is on her way.
&nbs
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I make it to Doppelgänger Productions a little after 6:30pm. I see Judah’s truck in the parking lot, along with the receptionist/office manager’s car.
I let out a rush of air. She should be long gone by now. If she is here this late, it could only mean one thing. My twin has talked her out of her panties.
It wouldn’t be the first time Judah has done this. Because of his inherent need to fuck every damn thing with tits and a pussy, we go through receptionist/office managers every three months or so. As I approach the door, I am surprised to see Monica – the receptionist/office manager working at the front desk. Before I can unlock the door with my key card, she buzzes me in.
“Hey,” I say cautiously as I scan the area looking for Judah. Monica chuckles as she pauses from the work she is doing.
“Your brother is in Studio C doing some edit work,” she says as she gives me a thoughtful smile. “I know what you are thinking and I have told you – you have nothing to worry about. I love my fiancé dearly and Judah does not faze me one bit. It will be a cold day in hell if you ever find me bent over this desk in a compromising position with Judah.”
I smile sheepishly at her, mentally chastising myself for thinking the worst and not giving her the benefit of the doubt. While Judah and I both interviewed Monica, the hiring decision was left to me. Before offering her the job, I told her bluntly that my twin was a pussy hound and was fond of charming the receptionist/office manager, then bending them over their desk and fucking them. She had laughed at me and told me that I had nothing to worry about; telling me, that Judah was not even her type. That had been five months ago.
So far, so good.
“Okay,” I say because I don’t know what else to say. “I will be in Studio A working on my own edits.” I start to walk off towards the back, but stop and look back at Monica.
“Why are you here so late? You should go home. Whatever you are working on can wait until tomorrow.”
“I know, but I want to finish up the scheduling for the rest of the month, just to get it out of the way. Besides, Mike is working late tonight and I don’t like going home to an empty house.”
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