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I was the guy you had dinner with last night. You remember, the architect?
Ohh, the architect, sure. I think we saw some of your buildings, right?
Right, and when I took you home, I kissed you. I think you kissed me back.
Yes, yes, it’s all coming back to me now. You were afraid I lived in a dungeon or something!
That’s right. Glad you’re starting to remember.
:) Yes, actually, you are quite unforgettable. Thursday does seem like a decade away!
Okay, I have to get to work so I can enjoy your company tomorrow. Gray.
Have a great day, Gray! Sam.
Well, that just made her day. Maybe texting and emailing with each other today and tomorrow will help them get to know each other a bit better. It seemed easier talking about certain things via correspondence rather than in person. She continued with her morning routine and got herself ready for work.
* * *
When Gray woke up—he wasn’t sure he ever completely fell asleep—he was groggy, and his head ached. His mind raced at his good fortune in meeting Sam. She was beautiful, sexy, fun, had a great sense of humor, and that smile, those lips. He imagined doing many things with her. He wanted to slide his dick between those lips and watch them close around him. Just thinking about it made him hard and achy. He wanted to fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her ass—he wanted her on her knees, on her back, and over the sofa. As he looked around his house, he imagined fucking her everywhere. What the hell had she done to him?
He got up earlier than usual to get ready for work since he wasn’t sleeping anyway. He’d get to work on his project and finish it. He snickered at the fact that when he’d first gotten this project, he was over the moon excited about it. It was a new bank building in Neenah, and the budget was enormous. Now all he wanted to do was get it done so he could explore whatever was going on between Sam and him. In just a few short hours, she had completely changed his train of thought. He was beginning to understand what had happened to his friends or his son when they met their women. He used to get angry at them for not thinking clearly and acting crazy and taking time off work. He thought they were completely whipped. But now, here he was with a project he’d coveted a few weeks ago, and all he wanted to do was finish it so he could spend more time with a woman. Not justanywoman, mind you, but with Sam. He wanted to spend time with her, get to know her, and let her get to know him. And yes, he wanted sex. Now who’s whipped?
He wanted her submissive to him. He had dreamed his whole life of having a womanwantto please him, to be submissive to him. He wasn’t talking extremes here—he didn’t get into the collars and slave/master thing. But he wanted someone who would depend on him, allow him to make decisions, and let him take care of her. Something told him that Sam was the one, but he didn’t want to scare her away. He also couldn’t get the image of her on her knees in front of Mrs. Koeppel out of his mind. He mentally shook himself.I need toget this project done so I can find out if this is what I’ve waited for all my life.
5
Jessie waited for Sam as she walked into work. She had hundreds of questions, of course, that Sam thought she’d slogged through. She gave vague answers and didn’t tell her more than dinner was nice and he was easy to talk to and no they didn’t have sex. She didn’t even mention the hot kiss or two. Sam, however, had a question to ask Jessie, so she dove right in.
“Jess, can you tell me how it works before you have sex with someone? How do you bring up the sexual history questions?”
Jess’s mouth opened, then closed. She cocked her head to the side but continued to stare.
Hmm,Sam chuckled, she’d never thought she or anyone for that matter, could ever make Jessie speechless.
“Wow, are you … do you think … are you planning … what I am trying to say is, wow! Well, you just need to ask him if he is safe, has he been safe in the past. That is usually when I ask if he’s been a whore; you know, a little levity, but you get the picture.”
She flashed a smile that went all the way to her inquisitive eyes. Sam knew she wanted to ask more questions, but she turned and walked away before Jess could ask.
Stopping abruptly, she turned to Jess, who was staring in her direction. Before she could catch herself, Sam asked, “Well, is your new beau a whore?”
Jess burst into laughter. Good thing they were the only two in the office.
She shook her head. “No, not a whore. He’s had a ‘few’ girlfriends, and I’m still trying to figure out what a ‘few’ is, but then again, I’ve had a ‘few’ boyfriends, so I’m not going to dwell on it much. We’re both safe, so for right now, I’m happy with only knowing that much.”
Sam nodded and headed back to her office. She hoped Gray hadn’t been a whore.
Throughout her busy day, her mind wandered to Gray and how she could ask him about his past. Maybe she could ask by email? Maybe it was too soon to ask. That seemed pretty presumptuous, didn’t it? She doubted she’d be able to ask him in person. Her stomach already did cartwheels when they were in the same room together, so it was safe to say she’d never be able to ask him that in person. She was curious, though, and she didn’t want to get too emotionally involved if it was a situation she didn’t think she’d be able to handle.
Sitting at her desk working on a document, she got an email from Gray. Again, her traitorous body did funny little flippy things in anticipation of what he’d written. She clicked on the message and read.
From: Grayson Kinkaide
To: Samantha Powell
Date: April 10, 2013 10:46 a.m.
Subject: Concentration – Not as easy as you would think
