“No, he paid, but not before a lengthy discussion on tipping. He couldn’t decide what he should have, and it required an extensive debate. Then the cherry on top of the cake. He invited me back to his place.”
Roxanne cackled. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“Oh, it doesn’t? We would have to keep it down, as it was a weekday and his mom… His mom! Didn’t really like him to have people over so late.” Seraphina didn’t understand why she had such bad luck with guys.
“Wow! If it wasn’t for bad luck, you would have no luck at all.”
“I know, right? Roxanne, why is it so hard to find a man our age who has his shit together? Whose mom doesn’t have to iron his shirt for a date? I just want a man my age who has his shit together. But they are all taken or want younger women.” This shit sucked. At thirty-four, she wanted a good man to come home to. One that could fuck her to sleep every night and throw in the occasional spanking. Was that too much to ask?
“It makes you wish you had taken that client who you had that crush on up on his offer, huh?”
Seraphina groaned loudly. It had been a year since she last saw Evan and Roxanne still brought him up. “Why must you always bring that up?”
“Because I still can’t believe you turned him down. He was so debonair. Yeah, yeah. You didn’t want the money, again your ass is crazy for not taking it! Especially when you were already attracted to him from the jump. I bet if he asked, you would have let him rock your shit. I still don’t get why you didn’t go for it.”
An image of Evan that she tried to keep from infiltrating her thoughts appeared. Debonair was one way of describing him, but even that seemed inadequate. The man wore the hell out of his bespoke suits. In part, it was his height. Compared with her five-seven frame, he was just over half a foot taller. It was also his solid build. His body reminded her of a wide receiver. Evan had perfectly coiffed hair. His inky black strands were never out of place. The pops of grey seemed to grow in strategically, giving him a sexy appeal. As if that wasn’t enough, the man had a handsome face as well. Those soulful, dark, damned near black almond-shaped eyes were a window to a sexy dominance. His features were sharp, with stark eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a square jawline. It would make a delightful spot to nibble. Seraphina shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the image.
“One, he was a client. My job was to help him adjust to being unsighted, not to seduce him. Two, I don’t want to earn money that way. Plus, I just said I want a man my age. He was too old for me.”
“Eighteen years isn’t too old. Besides, he doesn’t look his age. I bet you he knows how to use that cane, and I’m not talking about walking around.” It was one time. Seraphina had mentioned that she would be willing to explore some lighter elements of BDSM with the right partner just once. Roxanne had not let it go.
“Ugh. Why are we friends again?”
“Because I’m amazing. But all kidding aside. Maybe that is what you need, a more mature man with a dominant streak who is established and can satisfy you. Why don’t you come to Ravish with me?” This wasn’t the first time Roxanne had issued an invitation to the fetish studio she frequented, but it was the first time Seraphina considered it.
Once her conversation with Roxanne was over, Seraphina’s now cold herbal tea was no longer appealing. She’d meant to heat it up, but once she was in the kitchen, her wine rack called to her. Later, she would blame what occurred on her selection of wine. It was the most expensive bottle in her collection.
She stood at her counter and drank a glass of the effervescent blush. Only when she was tempted to pair it with some chips, did she pour another glass, cork the rest and head to bed. Seraphina sipped on the wine as disappointment over her date set in. It would have been nice to find someone to satisfy her. Instead, after her last sip, she reached for the best battery-operated boyfriend on the market. If anyone asked, she’d deny how much she paid for it, but it was so worth it. Complete with multiple speeds, a g-spot stimulator, and a clit stimulator.
Slipping out of her nightgown, she kicked off her sheets. She imagined powerful hands roaming her body. One of her hands cupped her breast and her finger teased her pebbled nipple. With the other hand, she guided her trusted toy between her parted thighs. She ghosted the toy over her folds as her core slickened with her arousal. A moan of satisfaction escaped her as she eased the phallus replica between her folds and slipped it into her tight core. She turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting and stroked herself with it. It felt so good. Her breathy moans filled the room. The stimulator teased her clit. Seraphina chased her release by turning up the vibration to level three. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as her core clenched.Ahh, my body is leaving the ‘good’ station and is quickly approaching ‘sublime’.She was so close. Her strokes became more intense. As her walls clenched around her toy, halting her movements, she came hard. To her surprise, she called out “Evan,” and her body convulsed in pleasure.
Where the hell had that come from?It must have been the wine. She was usually a lightweight. Two glasses of wine were probably one too many. What did that have to do with Evan’s reappearance in her moment of intimacy?
This shit was all Roxanne’s fault. If she hadn’t brought him up, Seraphina wouldn’t have called out his name when she came. Or imagined it was Evan moving inside her and not her toy. That was something she hadn't done since her last encounter with him. The little stunt that he pulled had caused her to retire him from her pleasure solo time. Hopefully, tonight’s relapse was a one-and-done.
Just as Seraphina was drifting off to sleep, she remembered where she had gotten the bottle of wine.
“I heard it was your birthday. This is one of my favourite vintages. I’m sure you will enjoy it.”Evan’s hand had touched hers as he gave her the bottle. The jolt she felt had almost made her drop it. She’d tried to decline the gift.“Tsk, tsk, Seraphina, it’s impolite to refuse gifts. Take it.”It had been an order, one that she couldn’t ignore. There was something about his tone, like he was daring her not to follow his directive. Part of her had wondered what he would do if she didn’t. Maybe the wine had triggered her fantasy because it came from him. There, mystery solved, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
The following day was hectic. By lunchtime, she was ready to go home, run a bath, and have a glass of wine. Of course, not from the bottle that Evan had given her.
“Phina, I’m heading out to lunch. Can I bring you something back?” Seraphina was glad her assistant was heading out to lunch. When she didn’t eat on time, she wasn’t herself.
“No, I’m good Syl. I packed a frozen dinner for my lunch.”
“Ugh, I don’t know how you can eat those things. You sure?”
“Positive. Enjoy your lunch.”
Seraphina had meant to follow Syl’s lead and head to the kitchen and heat her meal, but she remembered an article in a medical journal she wanted to check out. She’d been so absorbed she’d picked up her phone without looking at the caller ID.
“Seraphina Lewis, how may I help you?”
“Seraphina,” her head swivelled to the phone. The screen read private name/private number. It didn’t matter. She knew who it was immediately. It had been a year, but the way he said her name did something to her insides. “I know this call is unexpected, but if I am being truthful, I have been thinking about you. Things didn’t end well the last time I saw you. I couldn’t possibly let it remain that way. I would like to take you to lunch to discuss it.” His request had rendered her mute. She just looked around her office, as if she could find the answer in her surroundings.
“You’re overthinking.” His voice commanded her. “Just say yes, and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Yes.” She squeaked.
