Chapter 2
Lucas
I don’t say much during the quick walk across the street to the café. The night just keeps getting worse. Instead of dinner with a potential investor, the man’s daughter showed up and informed me we’d been set up on a blind date.
Blind date! A guy would need to be blind and deaf to be with her.
She was pretty. I’ll give her that much. But that’s it. While at first I felt annoyed, I thought maybe something good could come out of it. Win her over and the funding will follow. And then, the most hideous sound I ever heard came out of her mouth.
She laughed and I almost fell out of my chair. Her laugh resonated throughout the restaurant like a truck horn during Sunday mass. Every eye turned to us.
I couldn't wait for dinner to end. If she'd been just a random girl I took to dinner, I would've gone to the men's room and never come back. I couldn't do that. I had to be a fucking gentleman.
Instead I suffered her intolerable laugh, wishing I had ear plugs to drown her out. I did my best to stay away from anything even remotely funny. It was the most depressing dinner date I'd ever had. I kept turning our conversation to poverty, the increase in violence around the country and the threat of nuclear war.
Ready to call it a night, I wanted to retreat to the quiet of my house. I need silence after this dinner. Then I remembered I need eggs for my morning protein shake.
I saw the light at the end of the tunnel as I reached for my change from the cashier. Just another hour and I'll be home in my nice comfortable bed. I never imagined a minute later I’ll wear the eggs.
I give the girl a sideward glance as I toss the gooey carton of cracked eggs in the metal trash basket at the corner. It was an accident and she apologized. Why can’t I leave it at that? Because one look into those golden brown eyes and I want to delve deeper.
“Do you have a name?” I ask.
“Of course.” A nervous giggle escapes her. A giggle that intrigues me. Is she really this shy or is this just an act?
I imagine her naked, riding me with her long brown hair draped around her face. I don’t anticipate I’ll hear her giggle. Moan. Scream out in passion, yes. Giggle. Not so much.
“Do you want to tell me what it is? Or am I supposed to guess?” I hope I sound playful. I’m afraid that came out too snarky.
“Olivia.”
Olivia fits. It’s like Olivia Newton-john in Grease. She’s showing me her good girl persona now. I’m more interested in the skin-tight-spandex-pant-wearing version of her.
I push the thought from my mind as I try to ascertain her age. Probably still in college. Although, if she puts her hair up in pig-tails, she could easily pass for high school. If I play my cards right, maybe we can role-play a naughty school girl being sent to the principal's office.
I close my eyes for a second, not intending to see the image of her nipples peeking through a too-tight, white, button-down shirt, and a much-too-short, plaid skirt rolled to a scandalous height. Fuck do I want to see her like that for real.
I want to bend her over a desk with a paddle in my hand ready to pinken the creamy skin of her ass. My cock likes the idea as well. It’s growing with excitement.
We’re on the street. I doubt she’s the type of girl that will let me take her into a public bathroom and fuck her here and now. No. Not with that nervous giggle. I let out a sigh, and force the vision from my mind.
Nuns playing baseball. Old nuns in long, black habits on the baseball field. I repeat to myself to clear the enticing image of Olivia holding onto the desk with her legs spread, waiting for me to plunge inside her.
The more I fight it, the clearer I see it. She’s sucking on a lollipop, causing the side of her cheek to bulge, teasing my cock. Begging to lick and suck me like the sweet treat in her mouth.
“Hey Liv, Lucas Wells. Do you drink coffee?”
“Liv?” she asks, with raised eyebrows.
“I like Liv. It’s sexy. Like you,” I brush the hair from her face behind her shoulder.
Not only does she let me touch her, she seems receptive to it. A good sign. Only now I want to touch much more than her hair. My eyes drop to her tits. I can see her perky nipples at attention, begging to be sucked.
“I did agree to a cup, didn’t I?”
“And here I thought you came because you’re hypnotized by my good looks.” I struggle to keep focused and on the offensive. Since touching her I have an overwhelming, all-consuming, urge to pull her head to mine and kiss her.
“You’re awfully full of yourself.”
“I just call it the way I see it,” I tease, before turning my attention to the girl at the counter.
"Two caramel cappuccinos, please."
“Why did you order for me?” Olivia asks, as we head to a table in the back.
“You don’t like caramel cappuccino?” I ask as I settle into a chair.
“That’s not the point. You don’t know what I like,” she challenges, following close behind.
“You agreed to coffee. I ordered you coffee.”
“I never mentioned cappuccino.”
“You can’t like coffee and not like cappuccino. It goes against the rules.”
“I wasn’t aware there were coffee rules. Where can you find them? In the Coffee Diary or Chicken Soup for the Coffee Lover's Soul?”
A sense of humor. Refreshing. Sacrificing a suit seems a small price to pay in exchange for meeting an extraordinary woman. I haven't felt such a strong attraction to anyone in a long time. I almost forgot how exhilarating this kind of innocent flirting is.
An awkward silence brakes the banter. I have to get her talking again or I risk having another X-rated fantasy. One I might be tempted to act on.
“What’s the success rate?”
“Of what?”
“The klutz act.”
“Act?” Olivia asks full of indignation.
“It worked far too well for me to believe this was your first time.”
She’s insulted. I see the change, the hurt in her eyes. I didn't mean to upset her. I guess I’m so used to turning girls off, pushing them away, I do it without thinking.
“You cocky, arrogant….”
Feisty little thing. I like that! Bet she’s a hellcat in bed. I want to get her worked up and get under her skin. I give her a sly smile, hoping this adds fuel to her fire.
“I’m not complaining. I mean it worked. We're here right, Liv?”
“My name is Olivia. And coming here was your idea! I need to get going.” She stands.
She can’t leave. She just can’t. I’ll stop her any way I can. I reach out to touch her. She’s not having it, and snatches her hand away before I make contact.
“Just to clarify,” she says, her eyes alight. “I didn’t see you and I didn’t want to go anywhere with you.”
She’s full of a fire that burns bright in her brown eyes. I can't let her leave. Not like this. Not until she agrees to see me again. I stand blocking her path.
“I’m sorry. I’m acting like a jerk.” I lay my hands on her shoulders.
I think I feel her shudder at my touch, but I can’t be sure. I know she wants to pull away, I feel it in the tension beneath my hands. She doesn’t though. That’s curious.
“Jerk doesn’t even begin to . . .”
“I guess it’s because I’m covered in yolk.”
“It was funny the first time. Now, not so much.”
I inch closer to her. Half a step maybe. Close enough to cause her to look up at me, giving me the upper hand.
“Olivia.” She softens hearing her name. “Can we start over?”
She stares into my eyes not making a sound. I can't tell which way she’s going to go. She looks torn. Confused. I wish I had a clue how to get her to teeter over to the side where she'll say yes. I just have to be convincing. I could do that.
“Go out with me tomorrow night.”
I watch her swallow hard and give it consideration.
“I don’t live around here. I’m just visiting.”
“Really?” An excuse. Luckily enough she used an easy one to counter. I cross one arm across my chest while stroking my chin with the other hand, “Where do you live?”
“New Jersey.”
“What a coincidence. So do I.”
“Oh?”
“Where in Jersey?”
“Edison.”
I chuckle and bend my head down a little closer to hers as I whisper. “We were destined to meet.” I brush her cheek with my index finger, bringing color to it. “I live in Metuchen. Right in the center of Edison."
I wait for her to toss out another excuse. I hope whatever she throws at me is as easy to counter as the first one.
"C'mon, let me apologize properly for my inexcusable behavior and rotten mood."
"Okay, fine. But if there's even a trace of this arrogant attitude, I'm out of there."
"Deal.”