She had no idea what she was about to get herself into. To her, running into me at the bar was nothing more than a chance encounter but in reality, the move was perfectly planned and orchestrated. It had been nearly a month since the first time I laid my eyes on Sarabelle.

There is a charity auction that I attend every year and this was her first year on the committee. I like to pop into charity events from time to time. It helps keep my name out there and can only look good for my investment company. We like to throw our money at a few charities. I mean, it’s a tax write-off, after all, so what could it hurt? If it helped send a little good karma my way, that’s even better.

I was watching the silent auction when I first laid my eyes on her. She was sitting at a table to the side of the stage with the other committee members. I was scanning the room to figure out which ladies were available. I’d already screwed most of the women in the room and wasn’t particularly interested in a repeat performance.

It wasn’t a hard rule and I’d broken it a few times in the past but the sex would have to be exceptional for me to sleep with the same woman more than once. When I saw her laughing with one of the other girls, I noticed that she had a single dimple on her right cheek. She was beautiful but that wasn’t what I was attracted to.

What made me want her was her innocence. I didn’t know her personally but I could tell she was a good girl. The only thing I wanted to do was take her innocence and leave her ruined for all the other men she might encounter later in life. Just thinking about all the dirty things I could do to her made me ache for release.

After the charity event, there was a dinner held to honor everyone who donated their items and time to the cause. That was where I had planned to make my move but it wasn’t meant to be. She left early and my opportunity to turn the good girl bad was lost for the time being. I ended up taking someone else home that night. Even as I screwed her, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Miss Innocent straddling me.

I asked around to find out who she was. Getting her name was easy. She was relatively well-known around Scarsdale, or, at least, her parents were. Their tragedy was plastered all over the news when it happened. It looked like she did okay for herself, though. I looked her up online but every social media profile she had was set to private and I wasn’t about to send her a friend request.

I didn’t need her seeing the lewd comments from women wanting to see me again. I knew I had to bide my time and wait for the right opportunity. When I saw her name on the guest list for the gala, I knew my time had come.

The whole damn night, I had to watch as this guy she brought refused to leave her side. He was like a dog who walked alongside their owner no matter where they were going. If she went to the bar, he was right there with her. If she went out to the dance floor, he was right there with her.

I could be wrong, maybe it was her following him around but I doubt it. They were there together but they didn’t seem like a couple. I was patient and wanted to wait for the right opportunity. That opportunity came as I watched her date stroll out the front door.

I approached her cautiously. I knew she wasn’t going to be an easy lay like the girls I was used to. I would have to move slowly at first if I was going to get what I wanted out of Sarabelle. Before I had a chance to say hello, she swung around and smacked right into my chest. Obviously embarrassed, she looked up at me, flashed a nervous smile and started to walk away.

Once again, that dimple of hers stood out to me. I realized that it was what made her look so innocent. Realizing she was about to get away, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to me, maintaining eye contact as I spoke to her.

After she had told me her name, she accepted my invitation to join me at my table. I had my own spot near the back of the room. It was a private VIP section of sorts. I had a waitress with full bottle service and I wasn’t above convincing this girl to have a drink with me.

She seemed apprehensive so I pulled out her chair to show her I could be a gentleman. I began pouring her a glass of wine, which she waved off immediately. I finished pouring anyway and sat the Chateau Lafite in front of her.

“My name’s Christian. I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these things before.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Christian,” she said as she scanned the room. “I don’t attend a lot of events. A lot of people I know are surprised to see me here tonight.”

“Why is that?” I asked. “A beautiful girl like you should use any excuse she can to get all made up and come out to the parties.”

“That’s what my friends tell me. The truth is, I’m not much of a partier. I’d rather keep a low profile. My weekends usually consist of sitting at home with a good book.”

“That’s a shame. The scenery would be a lot better if you came out more often,” I said, trying to lay it on thick but not seem too obvious about it.

“That’s very sweet,” she said as her face turned crimson. “It’s just not something I can get into.”

“I may be mistaken, but didn’t I see you at that charity thing last month?”

“Yes, but that’s only because I do a lot of work with that charity. I lost my parents when I was young so I feel strongly about charities that help orphans find permanent homes. Even then, I left as soon as the silent auction was over. Do you support the charity as well? I’m guessing so if you were there.”

“I give to a number of different charities. I feel like, with as much money as my company makes, it’s important to spread some of that wealth around for good deeds.”

She gulped down her wine in an attempt to calm her nerves. Her nervousness made her that much more attractive to me. I also knew she was not the kind of girl I’d usually go for.

Typically, I would give my attention to girls that I could tell would be a sure thing. For some reason, I was in the mood for a challenge. It would be a different kind of conquest. She would be a trophy of sorts.

“You know Sarabelle, it’s kind of loud in here. Why don’t I have my driver bring the car around and we can go back to my place?”

“No, I don’t think so. I need to wait here for my date. He was going to take my sister home and come back for me.”

“Oh come on, I can have someone watch for him and let him know it’s okay to go on home. It’ll be fun. We can have some wine in my hot tub and you can tell me what you’d like for breakfast in the morning.”

She nearly choked on the wine she was drinking as my comment caught her off guard. I know that it’s a good line. It’s worked on plenty of women. It didn’t appear to be working on her, however.

She wiped her mouth with the napkin lying on the table, excused herself and left my table, heading straight for the door. I lifted my glass in a toast to her as she left. This wouldn’t be the last time I would see her. She would soon find out that I can be a patient man when it comes to something I want.