Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... held out his hand.

I almost walked away. Instead, I remained where I was, regarding him warily. When I finally took his hand, he flashed a relieved smile. "I'm Greer," I said.

"Greer, I want to make up for being rude in the café, and for chasing you out here like a lunatic. Can I please take you to dinner?" I immediately started shaking my head. "Please," he repeated. "I feel awful about the impression I made, but I hope you'll give me a chance to atone for my behavior."

I found myself fighting back a smile. Though I had no idea what this guy was up to, in my head I could hear Sharon urging me, "Go for it! What do you have to lose?" Releasing a mildly exasperated sigh, I said, "Fine."

Patrick's face lit up. Reaching for his wallet, he said, "I'm going to give you my business card. It has my number on it. Will you call me tonight? Please?"

I appreciated that he wasn't pushing me for my number, instead leaving that initial call up to me. "Okay." I tried to sound noncommittal while taking the card.

"I really hope I hear from you soon, Greer. Now I have to go pay for that coffee," he added with a sheepish grin.

I watched him turn and jog toward the café. Before going back inside, he smiled and waved. I looked down at his card, wondering if I'd actually have the nerve to call him.

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It turns out I did have the nerve. I wished I could talk to Sharon about the situation, but she was out of town for an important work conference, and I didn't want to ...

... bother her over something as trivial as a date. So I waited until later that evening, then steeled myself and called the number on Patrick's card.

He answered almost immediately. "Hi, it's Greer," I spoke in a rush.

"I'm so glad you called!" Patrick said. I could tell he was smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I decided to think positive, and I already made dinner reservations for us tomorrow at seven." The restaurant he'd chosen was a local landmark. It had great food and a relaxed atmosphere, so patrons could wear anything from jeans to formal attire. "If that time doesn't work for you, I'll be happy to change it."

"Seven tomorrow sounds great." I couldn't help but feel relieved that Patrick had taken the initiative so I didn't have to choose the place for our date.

"So, did you have a good day?" he asked. "I mean, after some asshole ruined your lunch at the café."

I had to laugh at his self-deprecating humor. "The rest of my day was calm and quiet, just how I like it. And my evening is shaping up very well now."

"I'm very glad to hear that, Greer." His tone grew almost seductive, and despite my lingering uncertainty about this man, I felt a warmth low in my belly. The mere sound of his voice had ignited that little spark of lust. I wouldn't allow myself to stay on the phone with him long, however. Instead, I made an excuse about having more work to do that evening. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow," Patrick told me before we said goodbye. Again I was ...