Eric
I change my mind about getting Carl to pick up Elia. I decide that I’ll do it myself, as I have a little gift for her. I see her through the window and hold the box in my hand. I can’t believe that not only am I taking her out on a date, but I’m bringing her a gift too. We only just met.
What’s wrong with me?
I want to turn back and put it in the car, thinking that I’m acting all romantic and shit. She’s a future employee and I’m too busy thinking with my dick.
I peer through the bookstore window and see her in a red cocktail dress. The fabric clings to her skin and the neckline’s right down to her navel. Her hair is pinned up with loose strands around her shoulders. She has a small purse in her hand and gold earrings on her lobes.
It seems as if I’m not the only one that went all out for the date. She did too, and she doesn’t look like she works in a bookstore. Far from it. Like a lovestruck fool, I walk to the door and pull the handle.
“Hi.” She beams. I can tell that she’s expecting a compliment, the way she’s looking at me.
“Elia.” I try to keep it professional but I can’t help myself and I already knew that wasn’t going to happen. “You look beautiful tonight.” She did, too, by the looks of that dress. There’s something about her that I can’t quite place, but even though Elia’s wearing that knockout dress, she doesn’t seem to be anything but innocent. Flirty but...there’s a fucking purity to her that has me waxing poetic to you when I should be thinking about business or talking to her. Anything but just ogling her and thinking about how much I want to run my finger down that revealed skin.
She smiles. “Thanks. I’m ready to leave now, I was just waiting for your driver.”
I hand her the box. “For you.”
“Gifts?” she asks.
“Just one.”
She opens the box like a child on Christmas Day. Watching her open it makes me forget that I’d regretted buying it for her. She shakes her head as she sees the phone inside, and holds it in her hand as if it’s a precious jewel.
“For me?”
I nod my head, thinking that it’s obvious that it’s for her because I gave it to her, so Elia’s obviously in shock. It makes me wonder just how broke she is. Before I started my medical practice, I invested in a lot of things, came from good money. I’ve never struggled with what I’d consider a basic necessity. I’ve never even thought about these things. I buy Jessica, my assistant, every iPhone as it comes out, and she’s got one of every iPad in case it makes her more efficient.
Still, even though I knew I’d buy one of my employees these...and even though I teased Elia about this...I regretted buying the iPhone for Elia because I wanted it to be more than a business gift. I wanted to get her something she needed. Like some old hat sexist shit or something, right?
Elia seems confused and her big eyes look up into mine. “But why?”
“So you can get to work on time.” I smile, teasing her.
She closes her mouth and her lips form a thin line. No longer in shock. And she’s not all that excited by the gift.
“Well, you didn’t have to buy me the latest iPhone. I can’t believe you bought something so expensive.” It’s as if she’s trying to hide the obvious embarrassment on her face.
“No,” I insist. “I bought for you what I would have bought for myself.” I should tell her that I bought the same for my assistant. But instead of making it professional, I’m making it personal.
Elia smiles as she puts it back in the box. “Thank you.”
I’m about to say something more when she starts walking towards the door. I follow her, admiring the backless dress that reveals even more of that gorgeous body of hers.
She’s so damn sexy that my natural reaction is to maybe skip dinner entirely and fuck her. It doesn’t seem like such a bad idea...but I also want to talk to Elia because she wanted to talk.
Well, that’s different for me.
I don’t do the whole talking, getting to know a girl thing.
I do the fuck and forget thing.
Elia turns to close the door and lock it behind her, then she turns back to me, holding her hand out tentatively. I don’t hesitate to take it and tug her hand under my elbow.
We’re silent as I lead the way to my car, parked by the curb. I open the door for her, and wait for her to get in before closing the door. I go around to my own side and get inside.
“Do you have any preference on where we’ll eat?”
“I thought you, having asked me, would have that in mind?” Elia’s eyes look directly into mine, and as I’m looking at her, I feel like I’m in some cheesy movie shot where the camera spins all around us, and I hold in a breath for a second.
She turns away from me, maybe finding my stare too intense. But I thought I saw a flicker of something in her eyes that was just something more. Something of the heat and attraction that I felt, returned.
“I have a few ideas, sure,” I say, following her gaze.
Elia’s looking right at the bulge in my trousers.
Like what you see?
I know most women do.
There’s a footlong trying to find space in my slacks, and there’s not much. I decide against shifting so it is less obvious. Elia’s looking and if she wanted to hide it, she’s not doing so well. My eyes fall from her hungry stare to taking in the sight of the tops of her breasts, moving so slightly with her every breath.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
Everything’s out of control inside my head right now and I fucking want her.
First I ask her out on a date. Well, tell her.
I don’t date. I just fuck.
So how come, as much as I’m desperate to taste Elia, do I also want to know her. I remember that I’m not supposed to just sit here and whine to you but actually talk to the woman I want to wrap in my arms. I clear my throat, attempting to clear out my distracted thoughts.“So, what do you think you’re in the mood for?”
She smiles and looks up at me. “Well, my friend...and supervisor, Dana, the one that you met today? She loves Thai food and she usually cooks something and shares it with me at lunch. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat in a real Thai restaurant.”
There’s something so...pure about Elia. The way she delights in things, how in the moment she is. Like, vivacious. Supple...okay that one’s for her breasts. But I feel like the air around me is fresher or something when I’m around her.
And she’s nothing like the girls I usually fucked. If I dated them, they’d want wined and dined at whatever restaurant Zagat says is worth going to, and they’d just enjoy getting the most expensive thing on the menu, even if they barely eat it.
Elia just has a fresh idea...something new she wants to experience. “You mean that you’ve never eaten in a Thai restaurant?”
She shakes her head. “Never.”
Maybe she can see the shock on my face, because she whispers, “Pathetic, right?”
I sigh, cocking my head to the side and smiling. “Not really. It’s kind of cute.”
I adjust in the seat, thinking that if I don’t control myself then I’ll lean in and kiss her right now. It seems like a lifetime ago, but earlier today this girl wanted to talk to me. Elia seemed like she could barely decide if she liked me.
There’s something about her now that’s...not hesitant, not even weary. Just. Innocent. It excites the animal in me but brings out this new feeling in the pit of my stomach that I don’t quite recognize.
Worry?
I don’t want to hurt Elia.
Okay, so I’ve met me. You have too, even though you’re just now getting to know more about me. But you know guys like me. Manwhores.
See, when I’m not treating sick little kids, I’m fucking random socialites and closing business deals. I don’t care for or have time for relationships...and now I think I actually want to date Elia. I know I want to fuck her. So I need to keep from fucking her life up when I just want to make it better.
But the gift didn’t go over all that well. I don’t think I actually know how to date someone. I am pretty sure that after I fuck her that there’s more to just fucking her again. I mean maybe I can get away with having her come back for more orgasms, but I want to know her. I want to know what Elia cares about.
Right now, that’s Thai food. I know just the place, and I never imagined I’d bring anyone here. I usually come here with a tablet and eat Gai Med Ma Moung while I flip through prospectuses for potential investments.
“I know a place that’s actually not too far from here, Elia,” I say, gripping the while harder when I see her bite her lip when I say her name. “The food will have you wanting to eat Thai for the rest of your life.”
She claps her hands. “Sounds like fun.” I love her unbridled enthusiasm.
It will be. I’m excited to talk with Elia, and maybe put her mind at ease about my possible purchase of the bookstore.
I haven’t actually had dinner with a woman in a long time, preferring to not give them the impression that I want to date them. So I guess I got the dinner part right about dating, and she seems genuinely satisfied that I know a good place for her to try Thai.
My cock twitches at her little laugh and how it makes her breasts rise up for a second. They’re straining against the fabric, and my cock is tenting in my slacks so hard it is threatening to bust out.
But I resist. I can wait for dessert.