He really was cute, she thought. And he was well-spoken.
“I usually run in the evening. I like sunsets,” said Rob.
Diana smiled. When she really smiled, she could light up the world. Rob was dazzled.
“Sunsets are beautiful. So are sunrises. I love beginnings and endings. There’s such potential in both,” said Diana.
The waitress brought their coffees and croissants.
“Don’t they smell wonderful? There’s nothing like coffee and croissants for breakfast,” said Diana enthusiastically as she reached for both.
Rob grinned.
“You seem to be pretty special,” said Rob.
Diana smiled at him.
“Rob, I think everyone is special in their own way. We’re all different. The world is an amazing place and we’re all lucky to be in it,” she said.
Now, Diana was definitely sure that he was hitting on her. She was pleased. A good-looking, charming man was hitting on her and it was barely seven in the morning. What a wonderful start to her day!
“So what do you do when you’re not jogging, Rob?” asked Diana.
“Nothing very exciting, I’m afraid. I’m an accountant. Just a cog in the machine,” said Rob.
But that wasn’t how Diana would look at it.
“That means you can work magic with numbers. The kind of magic that can save or lose a great deal of money, I imagine, and money can really make things happen. So that’s power. That makes you a powerful man. Powerful men are always interesting,” said Diana.
Rob grinned.
“Nobody has ever put it quite that way before,” he told her.
Laughing, Diana raised her coffee in a toast.
“Then here’s to looking at everything in a new way, from today forward,” she said.
Rob’s grin turned wider as he raised his coffee in a toast, too.
“And here’s to the most unexpected and pleasant of mornings,” said Rob.
She watched him as she sipped, making small talk. He liked movies, but didn’t find time to watch too many. He wasn’t musically adventurous.
He had really nice hands. Diana had a sudden flash of his hands on her breasts, cupping them, his long fingers running over her nipples lightly as they got hard and taut.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Diana let that image remain in her mind. She was naked, and his hands were touching her. She felt her pussy tingling, and she knew she was getting wet. Now, if those hands moved down her body, she would spread her legs and he could feel how wet she was. His fingers would slip and slide smoothly along inside her pussy lips. They would move inside her softly, gently. She would open for him.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, knowing that the desire would be obvious in them if he had the wherewithal to look for it.
“Can I walk you home, Diana?” asked Rob.
Diana smiled. This smile was full of secrets and seduction.
“Of course, Rob. I would’ve been insulted if you hadn’t,” she told him.
Chapter Three
Diana felt that the entire walk home was sexually charged. He reached for her hand and she didn’t draw away. Her hand was long and narrow, but it felt tiny inside his.
His thumb brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. She felt that tingle coursing through her body again and accepted it.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Diana,” said Rob as they got closer to her home.
That wasn’t original, but it was true, reasoned Diana. Besides, from the way his fingers were tracing light circles on the sensitive parts of her hand and wrist, it seemed like he was far better with his hands than he was with his words. She wondered if he could put his tongue to better use, besides just sitting there with her, talking.
“You’re a handsome and charming man, Rob,” she replied, enjoying what she imagined he could do.
“I live here,” said Diana, gesturing to a building with more character than maintenance.
“I’m on the second floor. You can walk me to the door, but I’m not inviting you in,” said Diana.
“Today,” she added, with a smile that promised something more, perhaps at another time.
“Then I will settle for walking the lady to the door,” said Rob, and walked inside with her.
There was no elevator in her building. His fingers moved up and down her bare arm, making needs and desires rush through her body as they walked up the stairs.
“May I kiss the lady goodbye outside her door?” asked Rob as she turned to him, outside her door.
“You may,” said Diana, leaning back against her door and looking up at him.
Rob braced his hands on either side of Diana and bent down to her. Diana’s lips were parted in anticipation. She felt the tingle become a rush as his lips brushed against hers, tentative, testing.
Then he dived in, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, seeking hers. With a moan, Diana pressed herself against him, crushing her breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.
Rob’s hands moved to her body, cupping her shapely ass and pulling her closer to him. She could feel his cock growing hard as she gave him her tongue, exploring his lips, sliding against his, moving in his mouth.
His hands moved up her back, moving to the front to cup her breasts gently. His fingers found her erect nipples easily, and brushed against them, back and forth, until she could feel that pulsing inside her aching pussy.
Her head swimming, she broke away from him and looked up at him, desire blatant in her eyes.
“I’d ask you in, Rob, but you haven’t even bought me dinner yet,” she said with a smile.
Slipping her key from her wristband, she turned and opened the door.
Walking inside, she turned to Rob.
“You know where to find me, Rob,” she said, and closed the door.
It was a few seconds before she heard him go back down the stairs.
Diana just stood there, trying to catch her breath. That had been some kiss, she thought. Now she was wet and needy.
Taking off her clothes and tossing them in the hamper, she walked to her bedroom and opened her goody drawer. She found what she was looking for – her jack rabbit.
She was so wet already that she didn’t even consider getting the lube out. Diana lay back in bed, her legs spread, and slipped her hand between her legs.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Rob’s large and skillful hand moving between her legs, sliding between her pussy lips and moving back and forth, grazing her clit with every move.
He would move his fingers in circles around her clit, making her tremble in anticipation. When she was wet, like this, he would slide his finger inside her.
She slid two fingers inside herself and slipped them in and out, the friction making her legs tremble with pleasure.
Turning her vibrator on, she rubbed it around her beckoning pussy, letting it vibrate against her clit and up and around her needy slit. She moaned as she imagined Rob watching her as she set it there, so wet that she was dripping.
Unable to wait any longer, she slowly pushed the dildo inside her, letting it rotate slowly and gently as it worked beautiful magic on her clit.
Moaning, she imagined Jack’s hands on her breasts, rubbing her juices all over her nipples as he let his fingers brush back and forth over them. She rubbed her nipples lightly, then pinched them gently as the vibrator slowly built her up to an orgasm she so desperately wanted and needed.
She could feel the vibrations deep inside her. Her pussy walls started clenching, tightening around the artificial shaft as she imagined what it would be like to have Rob’s cock inside her as her fingers massaged her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Rob,” she moaned as she imagined him ripping her clothes off right there in the hallway, outside her door, taking her right there.
She moaned as she felt her release build, wave after wave, each bigger than the last, until she could no longer hold it back.
Her b
ody shuddered and jerked as the much needed release swept over her, making her quake, over and over again.
With trembling hands, she slipped the jack rabbit out of her and turned it off. But she didn’t move. She could feel the trembling aftershocks of that extremely powerful orgasm still rippling through her body.
It took her a minute to gather her thoughts.
Wow, thought Diana. If thinking about Rob could do that to her body, she wondered what he could do if she actually let his hands do all those things to her.
Well, he knew where she lived, she thought as she staggered in post-orgasm ecstasy to the shower, still a bit unsteady. She really hoped he would come and find her soon.
Chapter Four
Diana was dressed in an ivory blouse and navy slacks, all ready for her morning appointment before work. She needed to be in the office by eleven, but first, she had a showing.
It had been a colleague’s contacts, but she had to take it over. Babies wait for no one, thought Diana, with a smile as she left and got into her car. She really needed to see Cathy and take a baby blanket or something for her adorable newborn son. But for now, she would try her best to sell the house – a really nice semi-detached two-bedroom space that would be perfect for a couple waiting to start a family – and split the commission with Cathy.
She checked the file on her potential clients.
There were two – one was a lawyer couple who was looking to move away from the city and into the suburbs. They probably wanted to start a family. It would be a good fit for them, thought Diana as she skimmed through Cathy’s meticulous notes.
The second one was a Robert Donaldson. Funny, thought Diana – it was her day for Roberts. She wondered if this one would mind if she called them Bob.
She checked Cathy’s notes again: he was 31, worked with a fairly big firm and had good references and his credentials checked out, so he could obviously afford it. He was planning to propose to his fiancée, and was looking at properties, in search of their first home together.
The story made Diana feel all warm inside. She loved cute and happy stories like theirs. She liked to hear about happy people in love, and they had so much positive energy.
Wondering for whom one of the listed homes would suit, she drove there early and did a walk through, taking a few notes of her own.
It was perfect, she mused, for a first home for new family. Of course, it was a bit pricey, but that was to be expected. It was an excellent neighborhood.
She had brought cookie dough. It was her thing – she would always pop cookies in the oven and set flowers out so that the house was as much like a home as possible, with a warm and welcoming feel. She could see the potential without such props. But she knew that most people needed to see it, smell it. It needed to feel like home.
She welcomed the first couple in. They were nice, and very much in love. In their early thirties, they were obviously considering children. They were not dizzy in love like teenagers. Diana wouldn’t have trusted that.
But they had a comfortable, steady glow that spoke of something enduring. They would fit the home perfectly, and the home was perfect for them, realized Diana.
As she took them through the bedrooms – one was perfect for a nursery – and the office, which could be used as a professional studio, or a work from home office space. And with that she knew she had struck a chord with the two.
She was beginning to feel like Robert Donaldson was out of luck. She could clearly see the possessive gleam in the woman’s eyes as she waved them goodbye. She was fairly sure it was already theirs. She would also, of course, get a hefty price for it. After all, they could afford it.
Mr. Walker, she thought, would be happy with this one. Still, she had to show Mr. Donaldson the home, as well.
Quickly, she tidied up. A single man, even if he was getting married, would probably find this a bit too large and open, unless he was in a hurry for progeny.
In five minutes, she had everything in order and was waiting for her client.
A gorgeous BMW drove up and Diana noted that it was a later model, but not the latest. With a professional smile pasted on her face, she stood in front of the little porch.
The smile faded, slowly, as the door opened and a man stepped out.
It wasn’t her day for multiple Roberts. It was her day for one Robert, multiple times.
“Rob,” she said, her voice puzzled.
Surely there was some mistake, she thought. He had picked her up earlier that morning. She had been looking forward to seeing him again. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that he wouldn’t drop by later.
So how could he possibly be buying a house so that he could marry his fiancée and move in together? How could he possibly have a fiancée at all?
Diana nearly kicked herself as it all began to dawn on her. Goodness, what an idiot she was! She could feel the angry flush working its way across her face.
He had been looking for a one night stand of some sort. She was definitely not going to sell the house to a cheating scumbag over that nice couple.
She also wouldn’t humiliate herself by letting on any of what she was feeling.
Straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, she stepped up to him.
“I didn’t expect to see you again. I guess I’ll be showing you what could be your new home, I suppose,” said Diana with a smile so sharp he was lucky he didn’t cut himself.
“Diana,” he said.
“Well, we already know each other, so we don’t need introductions. Isn’t that handy!” said Diana.
Her words were even sharper than her smile.
“Now, a couple already saw the house a a short while ago and loved it, so I can’t guarantee that you’ll have this one even if you decide you like it. According to the notes that my colleague, Cathy, left, you’re about to get married. Maybe you could bring your fiancée around, as well. She should also look at what could be her home,” said Diana, walking inside, without even waiting to see if he was following.
She was seething. What a fool he had played her for. At least she hadn’t had sex with him. That was a small victory.
“Diana, look, I’m sorry… I didn’t go for a run in the morning trying to pick anybody up. I ran into you, and… I… Diana, I swear I wasn’t just trying to pick you up. It’s not how it looks,” said Rob, feebly.
Diana laughed. She hoped it sounded careless and light.
“Robert, you don’t have to explain yourself. Things happen. It’s not like we slept together or anything. It was just a connection,” said Diana.
She wanted to punch him in his smug face. Not that he looked smug right then. He looked mortified.
“Diana, it’s not what you think, at all. I didn’t expect to see you. I didn’t plan to feel the way I did. I saw you and it was like a punch to the gut. I… There’s something special here, Diana. You know there is,” said Rob.
Diana finally turned and looked him right in the eyes.
“It doesn’t matter, Robert. You’re looking for a house to buy, to live in with the woman you’re going to marry. That’s the bottom line here,” she told him.
Rob met her eyes.
“It’s not. And you know it’s not. I’ll get in touch with you about the house. It’s for myself first,” said Rob and walked out.
Chapter Five
Diana was seething by the time she reached her office. It wasn’t a huge space – just one floor – but they focused on quality over quantity.
She couldn’t wait to see Bess and tell her about it all. She wondered if her boss, Richard, was in yet. She couldn’t exactly tell him the whole story. It was far too embarrassing.
Bess was at her desk. She was just two years younger than Diana, but she seemed a lot younger. Diana felt very protective of Bess, who was slightly chunky and self-conscious about it. But she was still very pretty, as Diana always thought.
She was also a lot smarter and more persuasive than she gave herself credit for.
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br /> “Bess, you won’t believe what happened today. Is Richard in?” asked Diana.
“He came in a few minutes ago. What happened today?” asked Bess.
“So, I was out jogging and I ran into this guy. Quite literally ran into him, we rounded this corner and it was, like, BAM!” said Diana, demonstrating with her hands.
“I don’t understand how you can possibly like jogging. But what happened? Was he cute?” asked Bess.
“Oh yes, extremely cute. Dark blonde with really nice eyes and glasses, and he was quite fit. He asked me to have coffee with him. We went to that bakery around the corner and got coffee and croissants. He was obviously hitting on me, and I thought, why not, right? I’m single, haven’t dated in a while, he’s cute, seems nice,” said Diana and paused to take a breath.
“And?” prompted Bess.
“And I let him walk me home. And we kissed,” said Diana.
“Well… All of that sounds good, but you don’t look too happy. You look supremely pissed,” said Bess, obviously puzzled.
“Oh, I’ll tell you why. I had two showings today. Nice house, a wonderful young couple were my first prospects. And I think they’ll even make an offer. But, guess who the second client, who was looking for a house for himself and his fiancée, was?” asked Diana, her eyes flashing fire.
“No!” said Bess.
“Oh yes,” said Diana.
“Wow, really, it was him?” asked Bess.
“Of course it was him. And he tried to give me this pile of steaming horseshit about this connection he felt for me, and how he didn’t mean to pick me up, and that he wasn’t looking for a one-night stand and all that. Well, it was morning, so it technically wouldn’t be a one-night stand. God, I’m so mad,” said Diana.
“Take a breath, Diana,” said Bess, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, a breath,” said Diana, perching on Bess’s desk.
“He actually tried to justify himself. Can you even imagine that?” said Diana.
Bess made all the right noises as Diana took a few minutes to calm down.
Finally, she knocked on Richard’s door and walked into his office, as was her habit.
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