5. Nash
“How about lunch today?” I ask, watching her closely, gauging her reaction.
She pauses, biting her lip in that way that drives me wild. “What if we do dinner instead?” she counters, her voice light but firm. “I’ve got laundry and a million things to catch up on today. Plus, Boo will take out a hit on me if I don’t get to the store for her favorite kitty treats.”
“Dinner it is, then,” I reply, not missing a beat. “I’ll be back at six-thirty to pick you up.”
“Great,” she agrees, her smile widening, but I feel a flicker of challenge in her gaze.
As she walks me to the door, I can’t shake the anticipation building with each step. I want more than just dinner from Leni. In my heart, I know she’s the one for me, and I need to convince her to give me a chance.
At the threshold, I can’t resist the urge to pull her into my arms. The heat radiating off her draws me in deeper.
With a firm grip, I tilt her chin up, grounding my gaze on hers. There’s a mix of surprise and something electric fluttering across her features. I lean in to crush my lips against hers and the energy around us ignites like a match.
The world around us fades until there’s nothing but our raw and passionate connection. Her curvy body melts against mine. Fuck. She was made just for me. The kiss awakens something deep and primal deep inside me. I’m on the precipice of throwing my control right out the window when I remind myself I can’t rush things. I have too much to lose.
Before things get out of control, I pull back, our foreheads touching, breaths mingling as we both try to catch our breath. She blinks, those eyes reflecting surprise and spark, dizzy from the collision of what has just happened. Perfect. I want her bewildered, wanting more, and I can sense I’ve left my mark.
“See you tonight, Leni,” I murmur, the cadence of my voice low and commanding, letting her know I’m not messing around.
“Can’t wait,” she replies, her smile a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
As I walk away, I’m already counting the minutes until I can have her back in my arms. Forever.
The moment I get home, I stride into my kitchen with purpose. The sight of my empty apartment doesn’t help my mood. I crave Leni more than I ever thought possible. I want her to know that I’m serious about this. That what I feel for her is more than some fleeting whim. I need her to be a permanent fixture in my otherwise chaotic life.
I start brainstorming dinner. She deserves something special, not your average run-of-the-mill restaurant. My mind races with ideas, and I finally settle on a place that’s notoriously hard to get a reservation at. Le Petit Bistro is an upscale spot where the food is phenomenal, and the ambiance practically drips with romance.
Pulling out my phone, I dial Nora, bracing for the roll of her eyes I can almost hear through the line. She picks up on the second ring. “It must be an emergency for you to call me on a Saturday.”
“It is. I need a little favor,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. “Can you get me a reservation for seven pm tonight at Le Petit Bistro?”
There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head. She whistles through her teeth. “That’s more than a little favor. You’d have to promise to name your first born after me if I got you reservations there on such short notice.”
I groan inwardly, knowing I’d promise just about anything right now. “Alright, fine! I’ll name my first girl Pita.”
“Ha-ha, you’re a barrel of laughs.” She chuckles knowingly. “I might be a pain in the ass, but you need me.”
“I do,” I admit. “And I’ll do whatever you ask if you get me reservations.” What can I say? I’m fucking desperate.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she says, biting back a laugh. “I’ll text you if I pull off the miracle.”
“Thanks!” I hang up, feeling energized about the evening ahead.
A wave of anticipation washes over me, fueled by thoughts of Leni’s smile and that wicked glint in her eye. I’m sitting on the sofa about to watch a game when my phone buzzes with a message.
PITA
It took some finesse, but I managed to get you a reservation for seven pm.
Me
I owe you big time.
PITA
We already agreed on my price. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you when the time comes.
Me
I have no doubt.
Now, I just have to find a way to make the clock move faster because waiting six more hours to see Leni might just kill me.
A little while later, I step into the shower and the hot water hits me, instantly banishing the tension from my muscles. As the steam surrounds me, I let the heat engulf me and my thoughts automatically drift to Leni. She’s a wildfire in my mind, flickering and seductive, consuming every ounce of rational thought.
I pop the cap on the shampoo and squeeze a generous amount into my palm, working it through my hair as the water cascades over my body. I can’t shake the memory of Leni’s piercing emerald eyes. She’s intoxicating, and the thought of her has me wound tighter than a spring. Just thinking about her luscious curves turns my cock to stone.
Fuck. I can’t exactly walk around in this shape, so I turn the water all the way to frigid. It doesn’t take long for me to realize the icy water alone isn’t going to do the trick. Time to take matters into my own hand. I grab the bottle of body wash and pour some in my hand before wrapping it around my stubborn erection. A fantasy of Leni kneeling at my feet instantly flashes through my mind. Locking my knees, I slowly slide my hand up and down my painfully hard cock. It’s not really satisfying but it does the job. It only takes a few strokes for me to come with her name on my lips.