Kim: Ryan! No! No! No!No!
April: You can’t take Russell to that restaurant in jeans and asweater.
Kim: Let’s try again. What kind of dress slacks do youhave?
April: What’s the material ofthem?
Fuck, I had no idea. They were pants. Was there a difference between pants and dressslacks?
Ryan: I’m not sure. They’re “pants”material.
Kim: Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Go look at them. Find the tag and thematerial.
I set the laptop down and jogged down the hall to my room and looked at the material. I raced back with the report on mypants.
Ryan: Okay, the ones I wear to work are cotton blends and twill or one hundred percent cotton. Then there is a pair of navy itchy pants that I had to wear to a wedding. They’re a polyesterblend.
Kim:Those!
April: The itchyones!
Ryan: Are you sure? I could iron the cotton or twillones.
April:Ryan!
Kim: Ryan Hudson! You do not, I repeat, do not iron the twillpants!
I started to laugh, these girls made me smile. I decided to tease themsome.
Ryan: So, no on the iron for thetwill?
Kim:Ryan!
April: I swear,Ryan.
I sent them pictures of my button-down dress shirts and the few ties that I had. We decided on the white shirt that had navy and green thin grid lines going through it and a tie that had green and navy all over it. There…I had anoutfit.
A few days later, I pulled up to Russell’s house for our dinner…our date…no, dinner…it was dinner. For sure, dinner. I stood nervously on his doorstep and waited for him to open the door. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. This man knew about all the darkest corners of my life, and he’d fucked me numerous times now. Why was I so twisted up overdinner?
When he opened the door, I could see his eyes slide down mybody.
“Lord, help me,” hemurmured.
I smiled and ran my hand down my tie as I steppedinside.
“Do you like it? April and Kim helped me pick it out,” Iadmitted.
He put both of his hands on my shoulders and moved them down my chest to my stomach, over my belt until they stopped on the fly of my pants..slacks…dress pants…whatever the fuck they were. His hands left a warm trail wherever they touched, and now I was getting hard. Russell moved his hand from my pants to my stomach and then took hold of myjaw.
“Like it? No, Ryan. I love it. You look amazing,” he said right before he kissed me. He placed quick kisses on my lips and added, “The things I’d do to you if we didn’t have dinner reservations.” My face felt like it was on fire. “But, I’m starved.” He placed one last quick kiss on my lips and swatted my ass. “Let’s go. I’lldrive.”
During our drive to the Strip, he had picked up on my nervousness. Or maybe he knew I had been nervous from the time I arrived at his house and he was now calling me onit.
“What are you nervous about?” heasked.
“I don’t know exactly. I think mainly that I want everything to go right tonight. I want you to like the restaurant I picked out, and I wanted to look nice for you. Someone you wouldn’t be embarrassed about being out with. I want the food to be good for you. You could be out withanyone—”
“I am never embarrassed by you.” He reached across his console and covered my hand with his. His words relaxedme.
