I lean over the stick shift, my hands to her cheeks and pull her to my mouth. My fucking heart is beating like mad and all I want is to take her to bed. Instead, I find the nearest diner and pull in.
She looks at me like I lost a few marbles. “What’re you doing?”
“Having our first date. Isn’t that what you said you wanted?”
“Yes… Actually, no. I want you to find us a hotel.”
“Tsk tsk. Such a fickle woman. You go in first. I’ll come in and try to find you.”
My eyes follow her into the diner and through the front window, I see her sit. When she’s been there a few minutes, I jump out of the rental, adjust my jeans, and slide into her booth.
“Excuse me, are you Vanilla?”
“You’re Mystery Writer? Wow. Your picture doesn’t do you justice.”
I grin. “I could say the same.” I take her hand, caress it like the first time we met, then let go. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” She hands me a menu. “Should we go Dutch?”
“If you like but it does rather affect my male ego.”
“Really? Hmm. Okay. I’ll just have an orange juice.”
When the waitress comes, I order two big breakfasts of sausage, toast, eggs, and hash browns.
“I insist.” My eyebrows raise in warning when my date begins to protest.
Finally, she gives in. “Alright, but I pay for half. First date rule.”
Giving me a saucy wink, she leans back in the booth. “So, Mr. Mystery Writer. Tell me about yourself. Do you live around here?”
“I just took a job in Washington DC. I’m in security.”
“Security, eh?”
“Bodyguard, ma’am.” Suddenly, I feel her toe, climbing up the inside of my leg and the game just took an interesting turn. “You?”
“I live in New York City. I’m a psychologist.” Her foot goes higher, resting on the bench between my legs and when she nudges my balls, I get painfully hard and sit up straight.
“A shrink? That must be interesting.”
She purrs as she caresses me under the table. “Not as interesting as your job, I’m sure. Any exciting stories?”
My breath hitches as I grab her stocking foot away from my crotch and begin to massage. “Are you always so forward, Vanilla, on your first date?”
“I’ve never done online dating, before, but if the men are all like you, I may do more.”
“Like hell you will.”
The waitress overhears and quickly sets our plates down. “Will there be anything more?”
“Coffee for me. Blakely?”
“Decaf.”
I start to ask why but it dawns on me. “Excuse me, did I mention I love children?”
“Really? Have any?” She flutters her lashes.
