Dinner Date Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 03

... eyes when they popped opened. Besides, I can spot scars and tattoos as well as the next guy." I chuckled softly trying not to wake anyone else up. "Are you sitting here for a reason or just lucky enough to find a quiet corner?"

"Actually, my sis told me to keep an eye on the door, I'm guessing to be yours and make sure no one disturbs you."

"Ok. And who is your sister?"

"Tracy."

"Tracy? I'm not sure I remember meeting a Tracy last night."

"Oh, yeah. Around here she goes by Stephanie for some reason." he said giving me a guarded expression while sounding disgusted with the world having to admit it.

The smile on my face raised the hair on the back of the big man's head and a scowl across his face which I caught.

Time to try and defuse the tension. "Now I know who she is. Seems like a very sweet girl. My wife and I met her yesterday for dinner. Care to grab some coffee with me? I've got a lot of questions about the end of last night and hopefully you can fill me in. Name's Robert, by the way but she may have told you Patrick as well." I said offering my hand.

He eyed it warily before accepting it. His grip was firm and matched mine. He wasn't trying to compare dick sizes, at least not yet thankfully. I'm never in a very good humor until about halfway through my second cup of coffee. After that, then I would see about playing.

Finding the kitchen and the coffee maker, I proceeded to start the brew of life then look for a couple of coffee mugs. ...

... Stephanie's brother was still guarded. Guess I really can't blame him. What guy wants to think about their little sister having sex with different people daily?

"So, you never did tell me your name."

"Nope. Guess I didn't, did I."

That was strike one and two as far as I was concerned. And if I haven't said it once already, it was way too early for this. "Look. I don't know you. You don't know me. I have no idea if you work here or just doing your sister a favor for the night and right now I don't really give a shit anymore. You and I, we can be friends or assholes. Your choice. Make it now. But for the record, I'm going to be around for the foreseeable future since I've been recruited to mentor your sister. You're going to have to learn to accept who your sister is and what she does or move on. Honestly, I hope you learn to accept her because she's going to need all the people in her corner she can get. Friends can come and go but the blood ties within family are supposed to be permanent. When they cut you off it hurts. Been there done that, got the scars and T-shirt to prove it."

"So what? You're like one of those sex deviants too?"

And that was strike three in my book. I knew it was coming and yet it still manages to piss me off. So, he prefers to play the asshole then. Fine, at least we both know where we stand. I just stood there unmoving and said, "Nope, not even close. I'm what you would call, your worst nightmare. You see, I take women like your sister and train ...