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“Thank you,” she replies, husky and low.
“I didn’t know how you took it so I grabbed sugar and cream.” I notice a slight tremble to my hand as I set the small bag of coffee fixings on the counter beside the cup.
“Sweet and not at all tasting like coffee,” she quips with the hint of a smile.
“What?”
“I have to add a bunch of crap to my coffee. I need it to get my day started, but I don’t like the actual taste of black coffee.”
“Good to know.”
That invisible electrical current sparks to life in the confines of that small bathroom. We’re lost in a mixture of newness and familiarity. Newness as we learn to navigate a shared space with someone we’ve spent mere hours with, and a familiarity because even though we don’t really know each other, the other person is comfortable and right.
“I should get ready to head down. There’s a breakfast meeting to kick things off at eight.” As difficult as it is, I break eye contact and take a step backwards.
“Yeah, I need to register by nine A.M. and I want to spend as much times as I can browsing the booths.”
Grabbing my tie from the hanger in the closet, I get to work on creating the little knot. My fingers fumble the silky material twice, though, proving just how out of sorts I am with Payton’s presence.
“Let me,” she says behind me, startling me. I could tie a necktie in my sleep, so when I look up in the mirror, I’m surprised to find her standing right behind me again, gazing at me in the reflection over my shoulder.
I drop the two ends of the tie and turn towards her. She’s not that much shorter than I am, so it’s comfortable to stand before her. I’m not short, but not tall either. I’ve always been average at five eleven. Payton’s on the tall side for a female, standing only about 2 or three inches shorter than me.
She works quickly at creating the perfect knot. I’m able to watch her face as she concentrates on each flip, pull, and tug of the material. When she smiles that brilliant smile, pride swells up in my chest. Why? I have no clue, but for some reason, knowing that she can tie a tie and is smiling happily at the result makes me grin widely back.
I turn to the mirror and only need to push the knot up slightly to cover the top of the button. It’s the perfect knot. “Where’d you learn to do that?” I ask, smiling at her through the mirror.
“My dad. He’s a pilot, and when I was younger, I used to love watching him get ready for work. He taught me how when I was probably eight. I used to always tie his necktie before he left.” She smiles fondly as if she’s lost in the joy of the memory.
“Most men don’t know how to tie a tie, so to see a woman do it is pretty cool.”
“I haven’t done it in a long time, but when I saw you, my fingers twitched to get a hold of that satiny material.”
Speaking of twitches, my dick jumps in my pants. Just another reminder of the tremendous amount of sexual desire I feel for her. Payton Summer could easily become an addiction I can’t quit.
“Well,” I start, clearing my throat, “you did a great job.”
I watch, mesmerized, as she reaches around my shoulders and runs warm hands over my shoulders and chest, as if brushing off wrinkles. My skin tingles under her touch, my eyes locked on those nimble fingers with the orange nails as they move in contrast to my white shirt. Suddenly, I picture those fingers sliding over other parts of my body, her nails raking over my sensitive skin.
“Have dinner with me tonight.” The words are out of my mouth before I can consider the ramification. Her green eyes jump to mine, wide and full of wonder.
“What?” she whispers, the tip of her cherry red tongue slipping out and wetting her lips.
“I want to take you to dinner tonight.”
Silence fills the void for several moments before she finally responds. “I’m not sure that’s such a great idea.”
“It’s a wonderful idea.”
“Like a date?” The words are almost inaudible.
“Yes.” My words, however, are clear, calm, and direct. “I want to take you to dinner tonight. Not as a client or as a friend. I’m having a very hard time staying away from you and I think we both owe it to ourselves to see what could happen.”
“I can already picture what will happen,” she quips with another small smile.
“Me too. But if you didn’t want that to happen or it didn’t lead there, then fine. I want to take you to dinner because I enjoy spending time with you, and I think you enjoy it just as much.”
“I do.” She stares at me through the mirror for several heartbeats before finally saying, “Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.”
