the simplest choices for you. You appear to be an in charge kind of guy."
She understands me better than I think. It's written all over her face, and surprise is probably all over mine.
"That's right. I live my life in a somewhat controlled fashion, Kathryn. I’m a creature of habit, really. But it has definitely panned out well for me." I try to explain how I’m set in my ways without sounding like a control-freak. "At thirty-two years old, what I've achieved is beyond even my wildest dreams. I've called the shots and hit the financial bull’s-eye, so to speak."
"I really don't give a shit about your money or how you made it." Her words are spoken tersely to me, confirming what I thought last night when I gave the obscene donation. A fat wallet doesn’t impress her. "I'm just curious about you, the man. I'm trying to figure you out. Understand why you put up such a wall around yourself."
"It's more than a wall. It's a fortress." The confessions slips from my mouth easily, but I wish almost instantly that I’d keep these thoughts to myself.
"So you pick up weak women, fuck them or let them blow you, and then never call them. You're such a catch, Kingsley." She likes to go straight in for the kill. And as usual she hits the mark.
"It's true, my usual pursuits seldom take more than a simple nod of my head." I look into her eyes before continuing. "However, I admit that things are different with you."
"And why is that the case with me?" she curls her lips into a coy smile loaded with a challenge behind it.
"I've not figured it out yet." I smile at her and reach across the table to touch her hand. She looks down at our fingers, then back up to my eyes. "But I'll let you know when I do."
"You really have quite the ego. So I'm just supposed to wait until you have a clue? Listen here, Kingsley, I'm not some puzzle that you can take out of a drawer because you find me fascinating in some unique way." She sighs and takes her hand away from mine, causing my heart rate to accelerate. Surely, she's kidding, but I see the stern look on her face. There's a seriousness about her that unnerves me.
As I'm ready to respond, Maurice comes unbidden to my rescue and brings us a complimentary bottle of wine. He opens it and defers to Kathryn for the first taste of approval. I watch her full lips surround the glass rim as she tips the stem up. Her movement is slow, precise, and completely sensual.
I can’t peel my eyes away from her lips as they meet the deep red wine. Lips that I want to possess. Lips that I want encircling me. When she removes them from the glass and wipes her tongue across the lower part of her mouth, I feel my cock stir at this subtly erotic demonstration.
"Lovely, Maurice." She smiles and thanks him. As he pours my wine, Kathryn excuses herself from the table, tossing her napkin down by her wine glass as she stands. Her departure seems abrupt, and a sour mood reflects on her face.
Was it what I said? I was only teasing her, but she obviously found no humor in my glib remarks. Maurice’s eyes appear concerned as he watches her. He likely notices the sudden change in her disposition, too.
"I'll be right back,” she says, sounding curt. As she turns on her heels, I watch her head to the rear of the restaurant. Maurice is still standing next to me even after the wine is successfully poured. Oh boy, I think he has something to say as his eyes glower down at me.
"Mr. Kingsley, I've watched Ms. Kathryn grow up from a little girl. Her parents brought her here to eat every weekend. She's always been my favorite." He glares at me over his spectacles. "She's never brought anyone in here besides her brother and a few girlfriends."
"Really?" This revel ation surprises me. But he continues on as if I hadn't responded.
"My wife reads the Post's gossip columns to me, so I know all about you." I can't help but notice he's pointing the sharp, screwy end of the wine opener at me. I don't believe it's by accident. "I'm
She understands me better than I think. It's written all over her face, and surprise is probably all over mine.
"That's right. I live my life in a somewhat controlled fashion, Kathryn. I’m a creature of habit, really. But it has definitely panned out well for me." I try to explain how I’m set in my ways without sounding like a control-freak. "At thirty-two years old, what I've achieved is beyond even my wildest dreams. I've called the shots and hit the financial bull’s-eye, so to speak."
"I really don't give a shit about your money or how you made it." Her words are spoken tersely to me, confirming what I thought last night when I gave the obscene donation. A fat wallet doesn’t impress her. "I'm just curious about you, the man. I'm trying to figure you out. Understand why you put up such a wall around yourself."
"It's more than a wall. It's a fortress." The confessions slips from my mouth easily, but I wish almost instantly that I’d keep these thoughts to myself.
"So you pick up weak women, fuck them or let them blow you, and then never call them. You're such a catch, Kingsley." She likes to go straight in for the kill. And as usual she hits the mark.
"It's true, my usual pursuits seldom take more than a simple nod of my head." I look into her eyes before continuing. "However, I admit that things are different with you."
"And why is that the case with me?" she curls her lips into a coy smile loaded with a challenge behind it.
"I've not figured it out yet." I smile at her and reach across the table to touch her hand. She looks down at our fingers, then back up to my eyes. "But I'll let you know when I do."
"You really have quite the ego. So I'm just supposed to wait until you have a clue? Listen here, Kingsley, I'm not some puzzle that you can take out of a drawer because you find me fascinating in some unique way." She sighs and takes her hand away from mine, causing my heart rate to accelerate. Surely, she's kidding, but I see the stern look on her face. There's a seriousness about her that unnerves me.
As I'm ready to respond, Maurice comes unbidden to my rescue and brings us a complimentary bottle of wine. He opens it and defers to Kathryn for the first taste of approval. I watch her full lips surround the glass rim as she tips the stem up. Her movement is slow, precise, and completely sensual.
I can’t peel my eyes away from her lips as they meet the deep red wine. Lips that I want to possess. Lips that I want encircling me. When she removes them from the glass and wipes her tongue across the lower part of her mouth, I feel my cock stir at this subtly erotic demonstration.
"Lovely, Maurice." She smiles and thanks him. As he pours my wine, Kathryn excuses herself from the table, tossing her napkin down by her wine glass as she stands. Her departure seems abrupt, and a sour mood reflects on her face.
Was it what I said? I was only teasing her, but she obviously found no humor in my glib remarks. Maurice’s eyes appear concerned as he watches her. He likely notices the sudden change in her disposition, too.
"I'll be right back,” she says, sounding curt. As she turns on her heels, I watch her head to the rear of the restaurant. Maurice is still standing next to me even after the wine is successfully poured. Oh boy, I think he has something to say as his eyes glower down at me.
"Mr. Kingsley, I've watched Ms. Kathryn grow up from a little girl. Her parents brought her here to eat every weekend. She's always been my favorite." He glares at me over his spectacles. "She's never brought anyone in here besides her brother and a few girlfriends."
"Really?" This revel ation surprises me. But he continues on as if I hadn't responded.
"My wife reads the Post's gossip columns to me, so I know all about you." I can't help but notice he's pointing the sharp, screwy end of the wine opener at me. I don't believe it's by accident. "I'm
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