handsome stranger opens the door to his car, he looks across the street. All the blood drains from my face. My anonymous lover begins looking over in my direction. Oh fuck. He is looking right at my car. I duck my head, peeking every so slightly out of the driver’s side window.
The handsome stranger gives my car one more passing glance and then he gets into his vehicle. Alright, I’m scared. I’m actually shaking. I can barely put my hands on the steering wheel. I nervously start my car. My anonymous lover pulls out and begins to drive towards downtown LA. I start my car and begin to drive towards downtown LA as well. But I am not following him at all. I just want to get to work. No more stalking for me. That was a close call.
I take Beverly Drive towards the 10 Freeway. As I pull up to a stoplight, I see my anonymous lover’s car just ahead of me. Dammit! I see a giant Ferrari logo on the back of the car. Then I look into the driver’s side view mirror and see his face. If he looks into his side view mirror, he will totally see me! I lower my head until it is barely above the steering wheel. The light turns green. I don’t move. People behind me are honking like mad. I slowly accelerate my Honda and then I pull to the side of the road and kill the engine.
My body is shaking so hard right now that I can’t even drive. I lower the window and turn up the radio. I know I am going to be late for work but I don’t care. I need some time to recover from the morning’s insanity. It takes a good five minutes just to get my heart rate below one hundred beats per minute. When I feel calm enough, I start up the car and head to work.
I look at the clock. It’s about 8:00. So, I’ll make it to work on time. But I’m still shaking from that close call with my anonymous lover. This is going to be a long day. I turn on the radio and listen to some music. Then I turn on the air conditioner. As the cool air blows through my car, I notice the stranger’s Starbucks receipt bouncing around the passenger’s seat. When I get to the parking garage, I tear up that receipt into at least ten different pieces and toss it into the garage can. If I had a lighter, I would have burned that damn piece of paper and scattered the ashes.
***
I finish my day with the thoughts of this morning’s terror long gone from my mind. When I get back to the parking garage, I am excited to see another message from my anonymous lover. When I come to think about it, he probably didn’t even see me this morning. It was just my overactive imagination playing games with my head. I open up the piece of paper and find a key card. I read the hotel name on the card - The Beverly Hills Hotel. A big grin spreads across my face. I remember the stranger saying that this is his favorite hotel. The third time’s the charm! I read the message on the note – 10 PM. Don’t Be a Minute Late.
I rush back to my apartment and start to deliberate what to wear. I want to wear something hot. And there it is, in the back of my closet. It’s a little black dress that I have never worn before. I purchased it on a whim online. When I tried it on, I realized that the dress was way too “inappropriate” and revealing for me to wear at a club. Well, I think this is the perfect night to break this sucker out!
I put the dress and on my goodness. I just look like a slut. My tits are ready to spill out of the top of this thing. The skirt is about as high and as tight as a skirt can look on me. I put on some heels and head out of my bedroom. And wouldn’t you know it, my roommate is right there in the living room waiting for me.
“Yes, I know what you are going to say,” I tell my roommate.
“Really. Because I am at a loss for words.”
“We are on our third date,” I explain as I adjust my body in this tight little number.
“Yes. And you still don’t know his name,” Deb jokes.
“Trust me. I don’t need to know
The handsome stranger gives my car one more passing glance and then he gets into his vehicle. Alright, I’m scared. I’m actually shaking. I can barely put my hands on the steering wheel. I nervously start my car. My anonymous lover pulls out and begins to drive towards downtown LA. I start my car and begin to drive towards downtown LA as well. But I am not following him at all. I just want to get to work. No more stalking for me. That was a close call.
I take Beverly Drive towards the 10 Freeway. As I pull up to a stoplight, I see my anonymous lover’s car just ahead of me. Dammit! I see a giant Ferrari logo on the back of the car. Then I look into the driver’s side view mirror and see his face. If he looks into his side view mirror, he will totally see me! I lower my head until it is barely above the steering wheel. The light turns green. I don’t move. People behind me are honking like mad. I slowly accelerate my Honda and then I pull to the side of the road and kill the engine.
My body is shaking so hard right now that I can’t even drive. I lower the window and turn up the radio. I know I am going to be late for work but I don’t care. I need some time to recover from the morning’s insanity. It takes a good five minutes just to get my heart rate below one hundred beats per minute. When I feel calm enough, I start up the car and head to work.
I look at the clock. It’s about 8:00. So, I’ll make it to work on time. But I’m still shaking from that close call with my anonymous lover. This is going to be a long day. I turn on the radio and listen to some music. Then I turn on the air conditioner. As the cool air blows through my car, I notice the stranger’s Starbucks receipt bouncing around the passenger’s seat. When I get to the parking garage, I tear up that receipt into at least ten different pieces and toss it into the garage can. If I had a lighter, I would have burned that damn piece of paper and scattered the ashes.
***
I finish my day with the thoughts of this morning’s terror long gone from my mind. When I get back to the parking garage, I am excited to see another message from my anonymous lover. When I come to think about it, he probably didn’t even see me this morning. It was just my overactive imagination playing games with my head. I open up the piece of paper and find a key card. I read the hotel name on the card - The Beverly Hills Hotel. A big grin spreads across my face. I remember the stranger saying that this is his favorite hotel. The third time’s the charm! I read the message on the note – 10 PM. Don’t Be a Minute Late.
I rush back to my apartment and start to deliberate what to wear. I want to wear something hot. And there it is, in the back of my closet. It’s a little black dress that I have never worn before. I purchased it on a whim online. When I tried it on, I realized that the dress was way too “inappropriate” and revealing for me to wear at a club. Well, I think this is the perfect night to break this sucker out!
I put the dress and on my goodness. I just look like a slut. My tits are ready to spill out of the top of this thing. The skirt is about as high and as tight as a skirt can look on me. I put on some heels and head out of my bedroom. And wouldn’t you know it, my roommate is right there in the living room waiting for me.
“Yes, I know what you are going to say,” I tell my roommate.
“Really. Because I am at a loss for words.”
“We are on our third date,” I explain as I adjust my body in this tight little number.
“Yes. And you still don’t know his name,” Deb jokes.
“Trust me. I don’t need to know
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