Chet

I made my way to the training building for the Dallas Cowboys with a rose in my hand and my determination in my back pocket. Our afternoon together last weekend at the ranch was perfect. Dahlia always seemed to ask the right questions and say the right things. In spite of everything, I felt myself warming up to her. She gave me a confidence I didn’t even ever realize that I was lacking. I wanted to take this to the next level. I wanted to date her, but it seemed like every time we got close to getting somewhere, she would pull away.

I felt that if I could just find a way to express to her how much I cared about her, I could get her to open up to me. As I stood in the elevator, the floors racing by, all I could do was think about the taste of her lips, the feel of her grip around my torso, the way that she gazed at me with those big almond eyes. My mouth watered at the idea of slipping my hand into her pants. God, the way she looked at me with that lust in her eyes. I didn’t want to deny myself any longer. If she could just see how meant for each other we were, I knew she wouldn’t want to resist anymore.

I knocked on her door.

“Come in.” My cock hardened a little at the sound of her voice.

I kept switching the flower from one hand to another like a dumbass. The point was to make it look casual. And yet, somehow, I of all people was struggling with that. I opened the door and stepped inside.

She looked at me, a frazzled expression on her face, for a quick second before it melted into a smile.

I smiled too. It was almost infectious.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, sitting back in her chair.

My eyes scanned her body out of habit. She looked perfect in that black pinstripe suit. “I have a flower.” I held it out to her. Here I was, standing in the middle of her office, handing a rose out to her like a little boy.

But it seemed to be working because I saw her blush. “Where did you get that?” She asked as she stood up and stepped around the desk, leaning on it.

God, I loved watching her move. I furrowed a brow. “The florist?”

She giggled then. “Oh okay. That’s… that makes sense.”

“What?” I asked. I was getting hot under all of the pressure.

She shrugged. “You just came in looking all important, so I thought you had a story behind it.”

I chuckled in spite of myself and stepped towards her, putting the rose on the desk next to her. It was encouraging to see how much she was obviously happy to see me. “No,” I said, taking the liberty of brushing my hand across her cheek. She was so soft.

I saw her smile fade, the look in her eye replaced with that of lust, the shadow in her gaze telling me she had to want me as much as I wanted her.

“The only story is that I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She sunk into my touch, holding my hand in hers. I felt her clutch my button down shirt. I hoisted her up onto the desk and kissed her, the sensation of her hands in my hair sending me into a frenzy. I could barely see straight; I wanted her so bad. I trailed my fingers down her neck to her collarbone, my hand laying on top of her chest, just above her cleavage.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, her lips grabbing onto mine with more and more hunger. I kissed her neck, sucking on her flesh, the taste of it heavenly as hell.

“Chet?” she said.

“What?” I said breathlessly.

“I have something to tell you.”

I took her face in both of my hands and kissed her again. I couldn’t get enough of those lips. My cock was rock hard in my pants, responding to her every touch, her every breath, the sound of her voice. “Let’s talk after.”

She kissed me again, but then pushed me off.

I stepped back, breathless.

Her chest rose and fell with her breaths, her eyes boring into mine before scanning my entire body. Her eyes widened when she got a look at my crotch. “I want you.”

She stood up again, straightening herself out. “I know, and it’s not like I don’t want you.”

“So what’s wrong,” I asked as I took both of her hands in mine. “What’s holding you back?”

She bit her lip. Her gaze falling. “I’ve never done it before.”

I shook my head, my brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“This.” She gestured at us.

My eyes widened as I understood. She was a virgin. I gulped. She never ceased to surprise me. “That’s a curveball.”

She cleared her throat, crossing her arms. I could tell from the closed-off expression in her eyes that she was embarrassed. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her feeling that way around me. I wanted her to feel comfortable and relaxed. But, at the same time, I wanted to know what the hell someone as beautiful as her, in the prime her life, was doing with her virginity? “I’m sorry.” She said.

But I rubbed her shoulders. “Don’t be. It’s interesting. Unique.”

She gazed up at me with wide eyes. “Really? You don’t think it’s weird?”

I shrugged. “Well, I’d like to know the story behind that.”

She lowered her gaze.

I brushed my finger across her cheek, lifting her face by her chin. “Only if you want to tell me.”

“Okay.” She said, taking a deep breath. “Look, I had a weird childhood.”

I smirked. “So did I,” I said as I gestured around me. I mean, I was the heir to the Dallas Cowboys. They never let me forget that.”

She let out a short chuckle. “No, it’s just that after my dad died, my mom got really dependant on me. I couldn’t really go out and date, you know? She would make me feel so guilty.”

I nodded. “God that sucks.” Suddenly, it was starting to make sense; how she could be so sure of her knowledge, how she could command every room she was in and yet be completely oblivious to her own influence.

“Yeah. She just didn’t like it when I spent time with other people. So I picked one of the hardest careers to get into and then I didn’t even have time for a boyfriend or real friends even if I wanted them.”

Even as I was listening to this bizarre story, I couldn’t help but feel the connection to my own life. We were both lonely kids, isolated from the rest of the world by our parents and then by our own doing. As I stood there, feeling close to her, sex became the last thing on my mind, and that hadn’t happened with a woman in a long time.

She took a deep breath and kept going. “But, I met James when I was in New York, and we fell in love.” She shot me a weak smile. “James didn’t want sex until marriage. He said he wanted to reclaim his purity. I dunno. I thought I wanted him and that it would be worth it. I thought we would get married… at the time… so I just, let it go.”

I took her hand. “But that must have been so hard. Your sexuality is a part of you.”

She smiled. “I definitely feel that way when I’m with you.”

“What does that mean?”

She shrugged. “I dunno it’s like, you awaken something in me every time I’m around you. Like I’m being reintroduced to myself.”

I nodded. “That’s exactly how I feel. But different. I dunno. You make me feel...” I shook my head at those words. They sounded so stupid.

But her smile didn’t go away as she placed a hand on my cheek. “You don’t have to worry about all of that. I don’t really care about my virginity. I just, don’t want it to be random. I feel like that’s okay when you’re young.” She giggled. “But now, what am I gonna do, wait almost thirty years just to say I lost it to some random person?”

My face fell.

Her eyes widened. “But that’s not what I mean. God sorry.” she cleared her throat. “Uhm. I’m only trying to say that you don’t have to worry that if we have sex, I’m gonna wanna marry you. But I also don’t want to have sex with you until I’m sure that that’s not the only thing that this is about.”

I nodded. I hadn’t had a conversation like this in almost fifteen years. “Right. But I got a rose.” I picked up the flower again. “Which means I’m obviously in this for real.”

She laughed at my joke as I pulled her in for a hug. “No, Dahlia of course. I like being around you and talking to you. Your gorgeous body and that perfect smile are only a small part of the reason why I can’t get enough of you.”

She gazed up at me with those perfect, almond eyes. “I can’t get enough of you either.” With that, she kissed me.