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It'd been a long week, and Brice had barely slept last night. Today he would see her again. Finally. He pulled himself out of bed, where he'd been lying with his eyes wide open for the last hour, watching while his room got progressively lighter as the sun rose over the surrounding trees. In the shower, he thought of her and groaned when his cock became painfully hard.
As he dressed, he wondered what today would hold. It was her date, the one she and Tony had planned for them. He'd received his instructions from them last night.
Mr. Masterson,
For tomorrow's date, please follow the guidelines below:
1) Dress in layers, including a warm layer.
2) Bring gloves.
3) Be ready to leave at 10:30 am.
Sincerely,
Puchina and Beckham
Future Bet-Winner and Faithful Assistant
Brice had laughed but was carefully following said instructions this morning. He was ready early, of course, so filled his hours reading the paper, fucking around on the internet, and watching the clock until it was finally time to head out. He wasn't sure exactly what would happen today, so he pulled on his jacket and walked out his front door, deciding he couldn't wait inside any longer.
Minutes later he heard the sound of his garage door opening and out pulled his familiar black stretch limo. His driver, Chase, hopped out and jogged around the vehicle, stopping to open his door for him. Brice slid inside and was surprised to see Janna already reclining against the leather seat. Unable to resist he moved over to take her into his arms.
"What are you doing here already?" he said after stealing her lips for a warm kiss.
"We have a date, of course."
"I mean, how long have you been here? Were you in my garage the whole time?"
Janna gave him a mysterious look. "You've got quite a large house, Mr. Masterson."
Brice growled as he nuzzled her neck. "You should have told me. We could have had breakfast together."
"Tut, tut, Mr. Masterson. That would have been against the rules. Rule #3 specifically states that the date has a maximum time limit of eight hours." She gave him her sweetest, most obedient smile, and Brice wanted to rip her clothes off, date be damned.
Unfortunately, she slowly pulled away from him and scooted over towards the window. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated but highly aroused. Her alternating shyness and willing sexuality almost made him lose his mind.
"Care for a mimosa, Mr. Masterson?" Her lilting voice brought his thoughts back to the present, and he smiled, taking the glass that was so politely offered.
"Is it against the rules to tell me where we're going?" he asked, and her sly smile had his dick throbbing against his zipper.
"Oh yes, you're in for a surprise." Her playful nature once again asserted itself. "No, Mr. Bond, you'll have to torture me to get the information you want." In true dramatic fashion, she threw the arm not holding her glass against her forehead and slumped back against the seat.
"Don't tempt me."
She giggled. "We've got a drive ahead of us, and since I have to make the most of my time, I figured we could..." The anticipation of her words had his cock standing at attention when finally she finished. "...talk."
He moaned theatrically and dropped his head against the back of the seat. "You're such a tease," he said, but his smile softened his words. "What do you want to talk about?"
She was suddenly shy again. "We don't know much about each other. I hoped today we could spend some time getting to know each other better."
"All right," he said, strangely delighted by her words. "What would you like to know?"
"Well...how about...what's one thing about you that would surprise me?"
Brice absentmindedly scratched at the stubble along his jaw. She would ask a question out of left field. Hmm...what to say? It couldn't be anything about work or his wealth. It had to be something important.
Although it was frightening to reveal something so personal, he thought he'd take a shot and open himself up to her. He sincerely liked Janna and wanted to make their relationship long-term. The only way to guarantee that she'd believe his interest was real was to be as honest as he could be.
"I'm...lonely." He turned to her, his eyes showing the truth of his words. "Since my parents died I've sort of...turned inward. Sure, I've got friends and plenty of family members who would love nothing more than to manipulate my time, but I've held myself apart. After my relationship with Evetta, I decided I never wanted to experience heartbreak like that again, so I made sure all the women I met knew they were short-term. I didn't take anything seriously, but when my parents died in that car crash, suddenly I was lost. They kept me grounded through everything, and without them, the girls, the fair-weather friends, and the rest of my greedy family didn't seem so appealing. Until I met you."
He could see the tears beginning to well up in her deep blue eyes before she closed them. When she opened them again, they resembled twin sapphires sparkling in the sunlight. "Wow, that was surprising," she said, her voice breathy and awed. "I expected you to say something like your golf handicap is +6."
Brice laughed, his whole body tingling with an amazing warmth. It was as if he could physically feel the connection growing between them. Sliding closer he placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled Janna against him.
She looked up at him, and her expression was both elated and anxious. Brice couldn't understand the anxiety she felt around him. Somehow he had to convince her to let her guard down. "It's your turn to ask a question." He felt her body move ever so slightly as her words came out.
"Let's see," he said, leaning back and considering the opportunity. The mood was a bit heavy, and he thought it would be smart to lighten it back up. Putting his Mimosa down, he skated his now empty hand across his own body to brush gently up her arm. He couldn't help himself; he wanted to touch her. "I'm going to ask you a very intimate question now, but I hope you'll be honest with me."
"What is it?" she asked, her voice hushed, breath baited.
"What is in your refrigerator? Right now?"
Her loud laugh echoed through the limo's interior. "You asshole!" She slapped at his roving hand lightly in punishment, but she didn't really bother to stop his ministrations. "I thought you were being serious."
"I am," he said, pulling a dainty hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. "You can tell a lot about a lady by what she's got in her fridge."
"Sure, sure," she said, removing her hand from his grasp and waving it around airily in his face. "Well, you know I live in a co-op, right? So there's all kinds of junk in the fridge that isn't mine." He nodded in understanding, and she continued. "I guess I've got some vegetable juice, some gluten free cake I baked a couple of days ago. It turned out quite nice, incidentally. Oh, and some leftover noodles. And dark chocolate. I looooove dark chocolate."
"Hmm..." he said, nuzzling her neck. "Very interesting."
"And just what exactly does all that tell you about me?"
"That sounds like a question," he said, nipping at her earlobe until he felt her shiver against him. "Is that your turn?"
"Hmm?" she asked as he did his best to distract her with lick around the delicate shell of her ear.
"It's your turn to ask a question. Is that what you want to know?"
"Uh...sure," she said, her voice coming out as a squeak when he sucked her earlobe into his hot mouth.
"Okay," he said, pulling back to lean against the seat again and secretly celebrating when he heard her sigh in frustration. "Well, the vegetable juice says you take care of yourself. But that's obvious just from looking at you. Your body is like a machine, one I'd like to be responsible for keeping well-oiled." Her throaty laugh sent a shiver down his spine. "The cake says you're an original who likes to experiment. And as soon as I figure out what a gluten is, I'll be able to tell you more about that one."
She laughed, the sound reminding him of the gentle patter of raindrops against a tile roof. He continued. "The noodles, now that says you're flexible and open to change. And the dark chocolate, well that, of course, tells me that you're a very sensual woman." His voice lowered, becoming husky, as he leaned back over to whisper in her ear. "A woman who knows what she wants, a woman of exquisite passion that I can't wait to taste again."
He turned her face to his and captured her lips, sliding his tongue against the lower one until they parted and he could ravage her mouth. Just as he was moving his hand from her shoulder to cup a warm breast, the car stopped. Brice groaned into her mouth before she pulled away.
"We're here!" she said, almost bouncing on her seat. Although he wasn't happy about having to let her out of his arms, he loved seeing her so excited.
"And where exactly is 'here'?" he asked, but stepping out of the limo he soon had his answer.