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Zeke
That had been one of the hardest things I had ever had to do. Not telling Shelby what I did, but walking away without having her. I hadn’t even given in to the desire to kiss her, and man, had I wanted to devour that sweet mouth of hers. I knew that it was only a matter of time.
I didn’t admit this to her, but I completely respected her desire to wait until I had officially broken it off with Diane. I’d had enough cheating in my life, and I appreciated the fact that she wasn’t that kind of woman. It told me a lot about the type of woman she was.
The two of us had a lot in common. We just meshed between how we were raised and how we looked at our jobs. I liked that, and I was finding that I liked her a hell of a lot more than I wanted to admit for barely knowing her.
I thought about that for a long time that night, and after I had gotten myself off to fantasies of her again, I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The following day, I was preparing to leave for work when I noticed a slip of paper under my front door. Inside the folded piece of paper was a note from Shelby. Text me your email. I have something I want to show you.
All kinds of thoughts rushed through my mind, and I quickly saved the cell phone number that she supplied and sent her a reply. I sure hope it’s a video of you getting off. I put a smiley face and then my email and sent it.
It wasn’t until I was at work that I received a reply. I suggest you open your email alone.
Well, damn if that didn’t pique my curiosity. I quickly logged into my private email and found one from Shelby. Inside the email was a note. For some reason, I couldn’t sleep last night. So, I did this. Attached were two images, and I hovered the mouse over the first one for a second before I clicked it open.
I started laughing. It was a design photo using computer software of what my living room could look like. I clicked on the second one and found a different view. I looked over the designs and felt like Shelby had hit the nail on the head. They were perfect.
I hit reply and typed, I didn’t see a naked woman lying in them, but I loved them anyway. Thank you. This is a great place to start.
I looked over the images again, smiling to myself. Shelby might not have gotten off to me last night, but I was on her mind. I’d take it.
Later that day, when I rechecked my personal email, there was another email from Shelby with a brief note, Is this better?
I clicked on the image and barked out a laugh when I saw the same design photo, but a naked woman was lying on the couch this time. She must have grabbed it from some internet website. It wasn’t Shelby, but the fact that she had done this was hysterical.
Instead of answering her email, I sent her a text. That was funny. Dinner tonight?
A few minutes later, I got a reply. I thought you would appreciate it. Sorry, I have a business dinner tonight. Raincheck?
Name it. I’ll cook for you next time.
Oh, man, you cook too?
Baby, I can do anything you want me to.
Promises, promises…and she added a smiley face.
After I set my phone down, I picked it back up and sent Diane a message, You available for dinner?
I watched the tiny dots pop up that she was replying, and then they disappeared. Then they started again and paused one more time. Finally, a reply came down, Sorry working late tonight. What about later this week?
I sighed but told her to let me know when she was available. It was past time to end this officially.
* * *
As it turned out, Diane wasn’t available the next two nights, but Shelby was on Wednesday, so I invited her over for dinner to discuss the design plans she had sent me. Dinner was almost ready when she knocked on the door.
When I pulled it open, the two of us stared at one another, and I realized that I was slightly nervous. Was she? Did she want to step into my arms for a kiss like I wanted her to do? It seemed so natural for her to do that, but at the same time, it didn’t.
“Hi,” She said with a sweet smile that made her eyes twinkle.
“Hi, back. Come on in. Dinner is almost ready.”
She stepped past me and inhaled, “Yum, it smells delicious. Italian?”
