The Blind Date By Nikki James *** Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2012 by Nikki James *** Smashwords Edition License Notes: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author's work. *** Please Note: This ebook contains adult material and sexual situations and is not suitable for minors.

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Buena Vista Café, San Francisco

This wouldn't be an ordinary Friday night. She knew that when she got out of bed. But, being pulled into a real-life version of ‘The Kiss’ was the last thing she expected when she woke up this morning. Epic things like that didn't happen everyday, as the cover of life magazine proved when they published the kiss photo on their cover in 1945. The strapping sailor, who’d just come home from war, walked off a naval ship right into Times Square and grabbed the nearest young nurse, and swept her into a sizzling lip-lock! Things like that didn't happen in real life, yet – here it was… Grace sat at the bar, waiting. Her supposed blind date should’ve met her forty minutes ago; she should’ve left twenty minutes ago. For some reason she waited, the little voice in her head wouldn't let her go. The bartender slid a shot of Tequila across the mahogany, nodding to someone behind her. She swiveled on the stool. Adonis himself skimmed through a group of girls, headed toward her. A pair of wild, deep-set, passionate, blue tourmaline eyes locked on her emerald green eyes. The rest of his face blurred as she held his gaze. He advanced, in slow motion, wading through people as he crossed the bar and invaded her personal space. A subtle hint of tobacco and a swell of lily and iris, Versace, mingled with the heady, manly scent of him. “…Play along.” The thick, husky voice hit her in the loins. Her head tilted back automatically as he stopped in front of her and dropped his mouth to hers. It didn't even occur to her to stop him or push him away. His tender, full, pink lips parted hers and one of his arms closed around her ribcage, gripping the opposite shoulder blade. A zip of electricity shot from his lips, through her entire body. Grace’s arm flailed and then curled around his shoulders. She slid across the barstool, sinking into his embrace. His velvety tongue swept across her full bottom lip and dipped into her mouth. Grace had no idea where his other hand was, but she didn't care.

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She ran the fingers of her free hand over his glassy smooth, chiseled jaw and rounded his head. His arm tightened, pressing her chest into his. Grace gasped into his mouth, and this stranger took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His skilled tongue twisted, coaxing hers into his mouth; he drew her closer, into a hard, desperate French kiss. The clinks of glasses and bottles were the only thing keeping her from wrapping her legs around this man. Somewhere in her stream of conscious, she remembered they were in public. Just over the sound of her heart thumping in her chest, blood rushing through her ears, and the swell of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she heard a shrill, ranting woman. Her friends offered meaningless comfort, but the woman didn't calm down. The sharp break of balls came from the pool table as his lips moved roughly over hers; his hand slid from her shoulder blade up the back of her neck, cupping her head. He shifted, drawing back slightly. She thought he would end the kiss, but he didn't. Adonis pelted her with a series of scorching, open-mouthed kisses as he angled his head to the other side. His fingers threaded into her upswept auburn hair. She hardly ever wore her hair up, but while getting ready tonight she just felt the urge. Was this why? The other hand slid down her back. His hand must have been on the bar? He pulled her body more fully against his, all his hard muscles pushed into her softness. Grace pressed her thighs together, trying to hinder the gush of moisture, but the move didn't help. Again, he drew back, but didn't break the kiss. His bottom lip grazed hers; his tongue plunged back into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, submitting to the continued plunder of his ardent tongue. It almost seemed like he knew he needed to end this now, whatever game he played with the annoying woman was over, but he didn’t stop their kiss… or he couldn't. Along with the flush of her skin, heat spread through her body. God, she didn't even remember the last time she’d been this aroused. From only kissing? Both his hands came up, cupping her jaw. Slowly, and with much effort, he tore his mouth from hers. He took a ragged breath and swallowed hard, meeting her eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment, but neither of them said anything.

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Her eyes rolled over his face. Along with the amazing gem-colored eyes, smooth, tawny skin stretched over near perfect bone structure. His dark brown hair was slicked into a rockabilly pompadour. His full, rosy lips parted, and his wicked tongue came out and swept across his bottom lip. “Thanks for the save…” He stepped back, smoothing out his dark Peacoat and straightened his dark tie. This man was the calm, collected, confident guy who roamed around, and got anything he wanted from anyone he wanted, clearly he hadn’t anticipated this. The noise of the bar muffled, suddenly, they were the only patrons in the bar. “Sure thing,” she breathed. He leaned toward her again, eyeing her. “The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name,” His eyes dropped to her mouth and he arched toward her again. “What’s your name, Red?” “Grace.” She answered. “Grace?” He shook his head, “…You’re so beautiful you made me forget my cheesy pickup line.” His smile almost killed her – gleaming white, straight teeth, framed by perfectly arched, blushing lips, and deep dimples cut into each cheek. “…Yeah?” She smiled back at him, shifting back on to the barstool, “After that entrance I don't think you need a line.” “It was a good line.” Was she drunk? Her head spun and her limbs were weak. She only had two beers and an Irish coffee while sitting there waiting for her date. It must be him… this Adonis. He stood too close, still in her personal space, still tempting her with his plush lips. Her entire body throbbed with want. “I’m Jay,” he held out his long fingers. She took his hand, the same zip of electricity moved through her. Unconsciously, he leaned toward her again. “So, to be completely cliché… what’s a sweet girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” “Getting stood up!” She answered wryly. An incredulous look spread across his features, “What?” “I was actually just getting ready to leave.”

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“How late is he?” She glanced at the clock on the bar, “Almost an hour.” “What a fool,” his heated gaze moved over her face. “Has he seen you?” She smiled and shook her head, “Blind date… he’s a friend of a friend.” Which reminded her, should she thank her friend Rachel or kill her for this? She didn't want to be there, but since hot stuff made his way into the picture she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. From the far side of the darkened room, the ladies room, the chick he’d so carefully avoided stood in the doorway with her friends. She eyeballed their intimate posture and close conversation, Grace could see her from the corner of her eye. Obviously, so did he, Jay’s entire body stiffened as the girl stepped back into the bar. “His loss.” He whispered. “Tell you what, Grace… why don't you let me make it up to you? Whatever you were gonna do with that clown, we’ll do? …Anything you wanna do, I’m up for it.” She smiled, “tryin’ to get me to save you, again?” “Am I that transparent?” “Yeah… but I like it.” Grace slid off the barstool and stood in front of him. “I like you.” He dropped his head back to hers. Grace held the heated gaze for a long moment, “All right, I’ll save you from the crazy, drunk girl… this time.” The smile widened. “Thank god.” “As long as you promise to tell me the story behind this later.” “…Anything you want, baby.” His mouth was inches from hers again, eyes drooped into slits, and his hand slid up her back. If they started kissing again, she wasn't sure they’d stop. Her inner-slut decided, with the first swipe of his hot tongue, she’d fuck him. One-night stands weren’t her thing, but Grace knew as well as anyone – there were always exceptions. Jay’s bottom lip brushed hers; his nose nuzzled hers; his tongue flicked hers and she tilted her head, pushing her mouth on to his. Their tongues collided, both her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down toward her. He clutched her and pushed

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them back against the mahogany bar. Their tongues tangled, one hand cradled her head, and the other slid down her back, rounding the swell of her ass. He gripped her cheek and pushed her hips into his. His prominent, returned arousal nudged into her abdomen. She pulled one arm from his neck and she pushed her hand down his chest, fingers headed straight for the bulge. “Alright you two…” The bartender’s gruff voice cut into the haze of lust, “That’s enough already. We ain’t got no rooms here.” Grace bit back a whimper as he broke the kiss for the second time. He pulled his gaze from hers, and looked up at the bartender. “Sorry, Chuck…” “Don’t you ‘sorry Chuck’ me, Jay, pretty girl like her – take her some place nice.” He glanced up from the dishrag dragging across the bar, “and by some place nice, I don't mean your pants.” Their eyes met. She would end up there anyway… Jay pulled a face at Chuck the bartender and brought his gaze back down to hers. He removed his hand from her back and stood up straight – ready with a witty comeback. Grace smoothed out the creases in her dress and picked up her coat, silently praising herself for following the whim to wear a dress tonight. She ran her hand up his arm, cooing, “Lets get outta here.” This was nuts! She’d known the guy for a total of twenty minutes, most of which she’d spent in a serious lip-lock, she didn't know anything about him and she was leaving the bar with him? This would lead to trouble…but she liked trouble, without trouble life was a bore! Jay took her hand and led her out of the bar. Grace swung her coat around her shoulders and slipped into it. They walked slowly down the street, toward Jefferson. It was a little breezy, but other than that it was a beautiful night. “So…” They crossed the street and turned, “What were you and Mr. No-show gonna do?” “We didn't have any solid plans beyond meeting. I kinda figured the bar would be enough, ya know? So, if I didn't like him I would feel obligated to do anything else, or go anywhere else.” “I see.” He smiled. “Well, …we could stroll around the Wharf? Or the Pier?”

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They were halfway there anyway, “All right.” “Maybe we could grab dinner afterwards?” “Sure!” She glanced up at him, “if you’re buying?” “That would be the gentlemanly thing to do, wouldn't it?” “Mm,” She nodded. “You think I’m a gentleman?” “Jury’s still out…” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, still tasting him, “Ask me again later.” “Sounds like I need to re-read that part of the guy manual…” Outside, she could breathe again; unless she looked at him, then all her senses took a break. For a split second she wondered if he was the blind date and had gone to such lengths to make a hell of a first impression, because he was late, but she wasn't sure. “So… do you live in the city?” “Yeah.” She smiled, “almost two years now. You?” “Few years. I’m up in Potrero Hill… you?” “Nice.” She breathed. Those old Victorian’s weren’t cheap and all of them had killer views. “Pacific Heights… off Broadway.” Now that they were out of the dim bar she could actually check him out. Beneath the dark wool Burberry Peacoat, he had on a classic pinstripe suit jacket, pressed white shirt, and a black tie. Her eyes dropped lower, dark, fitted trousers, and black, leather Chelsea boots. He either came straight from work, or he was some kind of gangster, or a model who got free clothes from jobs… “I got an idea…” He stopped and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling her to a halt. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” He stepped into her personal space again, “Why don’t I take you to my place? I’ll whip somethin’ up; we can eat out on the deck with an awesome view of the city? …No expectations, no strings. Just make a night of it…?” Her eyes connected with his, she opened her mouth to decline – she didn't know him, she should absolutely not be going to his place, but he smiled and the “…Alright,” just came out of her mouth!

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Jay’s deadly smile widened. He squeezed her fingers and stepped off the curb, hailing a taxi. “You’re sure?” She nodded. This was stupid and unsafe and probably the worst idea ever, but if he did turn out to be a serial killer at least she’d get to have some fun first, right? A yellow cab pulled to the curb in front of him. Jay opened the back door and held it open. She didn't have sex with strangers… if she went, that’s exactly what would happen. Grace hesitated for another minute and stepped off the curb, and slid into the back of the cab. He climbed in behind her, shut the door, and gave the cabbie an address. Grace didn’t hear the whole thing; she just caught the Kansas St. “You sure you’re alright with this?” his thigh pressed into hers, “You look nervous all of a sudden.” “Maybe a little…” she bit her lip, “I don’t… really do this.” “Do what?” She looked up at him, unsure how to answer that question. Did he expect her to just blurt out she didn't date much, or have random sex with any hot guy who stepped into a dark bar? “That’s why the blind date?” He guessed. “Yeah.” “No funny business, I promise.” Jay leaned closer, “unless you’re into that.” The heat rolling off his body and the warm, musky smell of him enveloped her. He nuzzled her nose with his, “you like Italian?” “Yes.” “Good.” He nipped her bottom lip, “I make a mean Penne alla Vodka.” *** Fifteen minutes later, the cab stopped, but neither of them noticed. She and Jay were hot and heavy in the backseat. His hands were everywhere, exploring her body. One of her legs crossed over his, she had his shirt half unbuttoned, caressing his chest and down his abdomen. His large hand dropped from her breast to her leg, and slid up her

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inner thigh. What was it about this guy? His lips moved roughly over hers. He devoured her, and she couldn't get enough of it. Instead of clearing his throat to interrupt them or saying something, the cabbie just sat there with the car idling – watching them in the rear-view mirror. Jay’s adventurous hand slid higher, under the skirt of her dress. With a firm sweep, his knuckles brushed across her damp panties. She bit his bottom lip as he yanked the sodden fabric to the side and slid his fingers through her wet pussy. She moaned and arched into his hand. Grace shifted against him; she cupped his rigid cock through his trousers, stroking him. Massive. She knew without even seeing the beast. Jay pulled his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck, his fingers parted her folds and circled her fleshy clit. “Oh god.” She gasped, forcing her eyes open. She realized the car stopped. And much to her horror, she realized the cabbie sat there watching them go at it. “…Jay. Wait… Jay.” She pushed against his chest, breaking the contact of his lips on her neck. He lifted his head; it took a moment for him to register. He looked dazed, lost in lust, as he glanced from her to the cabbie. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Jay took a deep breath and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket for his wallet, to pay the guy. Grace wrapped her fingers around the door handle and pulled, the yellow door opened with a groan. She got out of the cab and stood on the sidewalk waiting for him. If she could think clearly she might have been embarrassed, but she wasn't. He nodded behind her, pointing her in the direction of his place. Jay climbed out of the car, and she turned around. A gorgeous, red brick Victorian stood in front of her. This place was quite the departure from the Sears catalog, Lego-set homes in the Pacific Heights area. The two-story building had charm; instead of a garage there was an illuminated, large archway and a set of black double doors. On either side of the doors were small closed, arched windows, and above them, the bay windows on the second floor stuck out decoratively with five, framed, dark windows. A staircase on the side of the house led up to the front door, same style as the garage doors. “Wow.” She whispered.

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He took her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers, Jay brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand, “What d’ya think?” “It’s beautiful.” And, obviously one of the million dollar homes… “Come on, I’ll show you around.” He led them up the stairs, unlocked the front door, and stepped aside, letting Grace enter first. He played up the gentleman thing since she teased him about it. She stepped into the foyer, inspecting the flawless, wide-planked, walnut flooring. The house had been renovated and remodeled, but held it’s classic charm. The first thing that caught her eye was the ornate detailing on the marble fireplace. Angels and birds and swirly designs were all expertly carved into the mantel. He stood in the foyer watching her wander around the room. Grace walked through the expensive, yet strategically sparse, living room into the kitchen. Italian marble, subzero fridge, Wolf range, the kitchen was dramatic and fully loaded. Beyond the kitchen, she walked into a glass atrium, which led to the deck he mentioned. She turned back toward him, pulling the patio door open. He smiled and silently followed her out the door. She took in the stunning views of the bay, Treasure Island, and the ballpark all lit up. The pricey patio furniture looked inviting, a solid red chaise, coffee table, and two other chairs. “This is incredible.” He wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his chest, “I like it.” His head dropped to the crook of neck, Jay nuzzled and kissed along the arch, “When I got to the bar tonight… I looked through the windows,” he kissed her jaw, “And saw this neck… through the crowd,” he rubbed his cheek against the tender skin, “the way you were sitting… just this long, beautiful line.” She twisted in his arms. “When I got around to the front door, I could see your face.” He held her gaze, “I watched you for a minute. When I realized you were alone, I didn't even think about it… you looked so… it was like this invisible hand grabbed me and shoved me toward you… I had to kiss you.” “I’m glad you did.” “It’s funny, I wasn't even gonna go out tonight.”

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“Because of crazy girl?” “Sort of.” He grinned, “She’s just a girl I used to hook up with… wants more, but I don't. Things ended a while ago. She still follows me around when I’m out an about.” “Hmm,” Grace tilted her head toward him, “so now she’s just a stalker?” “Pretty much.” Unattached, no commitment, no responsibility, impossible challenge – yep, Jay was totally her type. If this truly would only be a one-night stand, she’d better make the best of it… “So, I seem to remember something about Vodka pasta?” “Penne alla Vodka.” “You don't strike me as a man that cooks.” “I have many hidden talents,” he winked. “Play your cards right I’ll show ya a few of them tonight.” God, he was like a walking pickup line! But she liked it. She nipped his bottom lip, “can I borrow your bathroom?” “Of course.” He led her back into the kitchen and pointed out where the bathroom was. Jay went into the kitchen to start the pasta. She slid out of her coat and hung it over a chair, and then headed off in the direction of the bathroom. Grace rounded the corner and stepped into the large room. The bathroom had same marble counter tops as in the kitchen, all new hardware, blue rainbow tile shower with a dual showerhead, and glass doors. She got so distracted with the detail of the bathroom she almost forgot why she went in there. Grace didn’t even have to go; she just needed to clean things up a bit. Wet didn’t even begin to describe this mess. For some reason her body thought she needed a fresh gush of juice every time the man touched her, nevermind she already had a trail running quietly down her inner thigh. What she needed was that beast pumping away inside her, until the ache and throb went away. After taking care of business, she stood at the sink washing her hands. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, not recognizing herself. Her lips were already chapping up, her skin flushed with passion, and her eyes were wild… she would fuck him tonight,

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maybe before they even got to dinner. How did this happen? How had she gone from meeting some random, possible jerk, to going home with a stranger she couldn't keep her hands off of? She thought about calling Rachel, since this was all her bright idea, and asking about the guy she was supposed to meet. Grace was sure if the date was Jay, she would have known… she would’ve known if her friend knew a guy this hot! She wouldn't have been able to keep something like that to herself – and she wouldn't have passed him up herself! She wandered around, peeking in doors. There were two other bedrooms on the first floor, but it didn't look like he used either of them. The master suite must be upstairs. Grace rounded another corner, finally finding a room that seemed lived in! The den had a large flat screen TV, electronics set up, bookshelves packed full of personal things, and a comfy, well-used sofa. Pictures on one of the shelves caught her eye, one of him with two dogs, which obviously didn't live in this house, one of a cute little girl, and another of a teenage boy and the same young girl. The boy’s smile gave him away; she figured the little girl must be a sister? Grace made her way back to the kitchen. She stood in the doorway ogling him, impressed. He seemed to know his way around the kitchen; she’d expected that to be another line. He’d taken his coat and jacket off, and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. Jay tended the pot with the creamy tomato Vodka sauce, stirring dutifully with one hand, and managed to pour the penne pasta into a second pot with the other. “Would you like some wine?” He didn't even look up from the pots. Busted. She stepped into the room, “I don't know… does wine go with Vodka pasta?” “Sure.” He smiled, “Wine goes with everything!” Grace nodded. “I’ve got a nice Beaujolais on that rack you’re standing next to.” She looked down at the rack and picked up the expensive looking bottle. She met his gaze with a teasing twinkle, “Are you sure we should have French wine with an Italian dish?” “Yes.” Dead serious, he answered, “Since the Roman’s originally cultivated the

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region where the grapes are grown, I’m pretty sure it’s okay.” “Oh, well… if the Roman’s are okay with it…” She laughed. Shit. He had a brain… looks, smarts, cash, a great sense of humor, and an excellent kisser – how was she supposed to resist that? She wasn't. Grace reminded herself that he all but had her on her back already; making her dinner was just a formality. He turned off the burner for the pasta pot, set the colander in the sink and swiftly drained the penne. “Come ‘ere.” He whispered. Grace moved toward him, setting the wine bottle on the black and white marbled countertop. He brought a hand up, cupping her cheek, and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. Jay dropped his head and planted a chaste kiss her mouth. “Glasses are in that cupboard.” He pointed behind her. She had to make herself step back from him. Grace retrieved the wine glasses and he dumped the colander of pasta into the pot with the sauce, and resumed the stirring. He twisted and pulled a drawer open, collecting a corkscrew. “Can you open a wine bottle, baby?” “Yeah,” She set the glasses down, smiling at him. “I think I can manage.” He handed the corkscrew to her, “Good. I like that in a girl.” She twisted the screw into the neck of the bottle and popped the cork. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” “Behind you, in the cupboard next to where you got the glasses there are bowl plates.” He looked up, “er… plate bowls… actually I don't know what they’re really called.” “Plate bowls…” She pulled the cabinet door open again and saw what he was talking about. Quite literally, plate bowls! Grace gathered two of them and set them on the marble top. Jay blew on a forkful of the penne and turned toward her, holding out the nibble. She bit into the al dente pasta, savoring the flavor. The taste surprised her, he told her it was Vodka pasta but she didn't think she’d be able to taste the Vodka after the alcohol had been cooked away.

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“You know what the secret is…” He whispered, taking his own taste. “What?” “Good Vodka… none of that cheap shit.” Grace gripped the neck of the wine bottle and poured, the light red wine fell into their glasses with a little swirl. She picked up a glass and offered it to him, keeping the other for herself. “Should we drink to something?” She asked. “Sure, how ‘bout… blind dates.” She clinked his glass, “To blind dates.” Grace took a nervous gulp of the wine. Jay dished out the pasta into the plate bowls, dusted them both with a light sprinkle of Parmesan, collected utensils from a drawer at his side, and nodded for her to follow him. He carried the food; she carried the wine, and the two of them made their way back out to the terrace. He set the dishes down on the table in front of the chaise. Grace sat down, setting the wine glasses down. He popped up, shuffling over to a speaker set-up on the wall. Jay pushed a button and soft jazzy music filled the air… this place was a fully functional babe lair. He spun on his heel and headed back toward her. The look on his face was predatory. She liked that. Jay picked up a plate and handed it to her as he sat down on the chaise next to her. He settled himself, and picked up the other plate. They had an easy, light conversation about nothing while they ate. His pasta dish was wonderful but she drank more wine than she should have. Nervous again. She had no reason to be, fuck the man already rounded third and was so close to home base it wasn't even funny. She set the wine glass on the table next to her plate. She could feel his gaze on her, looking through her. He set his glass down as well and stood up. “Dance with me…” he held out his hand to her. Grace slid her hand into his and let him pull her to her feet. She stepped into his arms, inhaling the rousing scent of his cologne. Her hands moved up his chest almost on their own, wrapping around his neck. As they swayed to the music, his hands crept up her back, bringing her closer to him. She lifted her head and slowly met his eyes, surrendering to the pull between them.

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Grace tightened her arms around his neck, pressing closer to his body. Jay dropped his head and his lips came down, crushing hers. His tongue twisted around hers, drawing her deeper into their kiss. The tidal wave of need that had been building all evening peaked and broke, passion rushed her senses in an overwhelming swell. She wondered if he liked the way her body trembled with need as he held her in his strong arms. Her entire body melted against him, giving in. Grace fit her body into his, responding eagerly, and sliding her tongue around his. Every single place where his skin touched hers tingled with electricity; the heat of his body enveloped her, and only made her dizzier. One of his large hands moved down over the swell of her ass, walking her back toward the chaise. She broke the kiss, panting. “Sit.” His blue eyes sparkled in the dark and he obeyed. She pushed him into the back of the chaise, straddling him. Grace kissed him, hard. After she loosened his tie, she ran her hands down his chest and nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it open. Her pussy ached, the throb hadn’t let up all night long. The juicy evidence of her arousal dripped down her inner thigh again. His fingers tightened on her hips; she ran her fingernail up the teeth of the zipper and Jay closed his eyes against the touch. She rubbed his cock through the fabric, at the same time kissing down his jaw and neck. Grace dug her fingers into the waistband of his trousers, pulling on the thin leather belt. She unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his pants, shoving her hand into his dark trousers. She curled her fingers around his swollen shaft and freed him from the restricting fabrics. He shuddered as the cool night air hit his shaft. She kissed down his chest, licking and nipping her way down his abdomen. She slid off him, kneeling in front of the chaise, and tugged the dark trousers and boxer briefs down his legs together. Grace continued the soft, wet kisses down his groin while pumping her fist along his rigid cock. He grunted. She squeezed the base of his thick shaft and watched the drizzle of pre-cum ooze from the tip. Both his hands curled into her hair, pulling it from the clip and letting her fiery locks roam free. She didn’t even tease him; she bent forward and swirled her tongue around the

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head, cleaning his cum from the tip. Grace took him into her mouth as far as she could. She licked and kissed and sucked her way up his smooth shaft, he swelled even more. Grace fondled his balls while bobbing on his length. She alternated between the suction of her mouth and friction of her hands. By the grunts and groans coming from him, she could tell he was watching her work on him – and he liked what he saw. “Grace,” he gasped. She nuzzled his cock and balls, inhaling him. Grace licked and kissed her way from his balls to the head of his cock, and dropped back down his length, suckling him. His body tightened beneath her. Jay panted. “Come here… baby.” She was far from finished, but came up off him; he pulled her up on the chaise and lifted her into his arms. He pushed her flat against the cushions, kissing her firmly. Grace wrapped her legs around his waist; he pushed the skirt of her dress over her hips. Jay’s fingers were so hot as they slid between her panties and into the dripping folds of her pussy. He prodded and pushed two fingers inside her. Grace gasped into the kiss and bit his lip as he pumped his fingers. “Jaa…” She breathed, unable to get his full name out of her mouth. She gripped the shirt over his shoulders. “Oh god.” He moved his thumb over her clit and continued to pump his fingers. His fingers curled inside her, repeatedly jabbing her g-spot. Grace locked her arms around his neck and rode his hand. “Ooh…” she groaned. “Oh, fuck!” “That’s right, baby,” He grunted. “I’m gonna fuck you… I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” He worked her clit, “over and over again.” She barely registered the sound of her panties ripping as he tore the fabric out of his way. Jay withdrew his fingers and pinned her against the cushions, lifting her ass higher. His thick cock probed and parted her folds, sliding down to her center. She arched up in invitation, and he pushed into her pussy with a swift lunge. Grace hissed, “God!” And she groaned, “You’re so fucking huge…” She clutched him; Jay cupped and kneaded her breast, pulling a creamy mound of breast from the top of her dress.

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“It’s you, Grace.” He kissed her and shifted his weight, pushing deeper as her body adjusted to his presence. He rocked back and pumped his hips into hers. “You feel so good. So hot.” His pump worked into a hammer. He arched back to cup her soft breast in his hand, and brought his mouth down on it. His tongue sizzled, curling around the hard beaded nipple, before sucking the rosy peak into his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his hair. While his hips pounded into hers, he switched between each breast, lavishing equal attention on each orb. Jay moved back up to her lips, sweeping his tongue into her mouth again. He was close; she could tell by the way his body tensed. He kissed her; his tongue probed the warmth of her mouth. She had a feeling this first round would be quick, they’d both been so worked up since leaving the bar. “Cum on me… cum all over my cock.” He growled, “I want you to make a mess in my lap.” His fingers brushed her taut abdomen and one hand curled over her mound. The soft pads of his fingertips sunk into her pussy. Jay pinched and squeezed her clit, rolling the over sensitized bundle of nerves between his fingers. Her body jerked; his pace faltered a bit, but his hips continued to meet hers. Grace cried his name. Her whole body tightened and seized as the orgasm wracked through her. Jay gasped as her body clenched and shuddered against him, trying to milk his release from him, but he resisted. “Good girl… fuck yes. Squeeze me.” She tightened her muscles as hard as she could; he grunted, pinching his eyes shut. He pushed up over her and adjusted his stance, shrugging out of his shirt at the same time. Jay rocked his hips into hers, withdrawing almost completely, and snapped his hips, sinking back into her body. The fresh gush from her climax made it easy for him. He repeated the stroke several times, working into an easy sawing motion. “I want you to ride me.” Grace rolled on to her elbows, shifting her body. He gripped her ass, keeping his place inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving with him. Jay leaned

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into the back of the chaise and she adjusted on top of him. She sunk down on his unyielding cock, impaling herself on him. It surprised her how quickly her body adjusted to him in this position. She liked having the control, controlling the speed, slowing down or speeding up, as she needed and controlling the depth of his shaft. Grace pressed her knees into his sides and gripped his chest for leverage. She rocked on top of him. Jay gasped softly, his eyes fluttered shut and a look of concentration crossed his face. She had complete control and reveled in it. His grip tightened on her hips, helping to push her along his length. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the fabric over her head, tossing it to the side of the chaise. She pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, shrugging out of the cups. His eyes opened, focusing on the heave of her chest above him. Grace watched the sweat roll from the hollow of his throat, down the tanned skin of his chest. God, it was sexy – everything with Jay was fucking sexy. He tightened his grip on her thighs and she started to lose her pace. He grunted something that sounded like it was meant to be her name. She clenched her muscles again, his face twisted with pleasure. Grace writhed, like a live wire. At any moment she would burst into flames, she just didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want Jay to stop touching or kissing or fucking her. She leaned over him, pressing her mouth to his. He bent one leg behind her and dropped the other to the floor. Jay thrust up into her; she bit his lip after a particularly hard thrust. He growled, hammering into her mercilessly. She gasped as her stomach tightened, coiling like a spring. It wouldn’t be long before he made her cum again. “Oh god…” she choked. “Cum with me, baby.” He moaned. Jay grunted raggedly as their hips met, the sexiest noise she’d ever heard in her life. His pace quickened, becoming a frantic lunge. His hand slid from her hips and over her mound. He easily found her swollen clit, pressing and circling the bead between his fingers again. “Ooh…” which she meant to be his name and, “Ahh,” but it didn’t quiet come

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out. “Jaa-” He pinched and rolled her clit between his fingers, sending her into a sweet oblivion of spasms. She inhaled sharply as the orgasm tore her body and surrendered, giving in to the quake and shudder of her release. Somehow, Jay continued to pump through her orgasm. Two more thrusts and his body went rigid. He delivered a sharp, final thrust and every muscle in his body clenched under her. Both his hands moved to her hips again, pulling her down his swollen cock. “Grace…” He grunted and came powerfully, branding her insides with his whitehot seed. She collapsed over him, fitting her body to his. …He didn't pull out. They stayed like that for a long time, long after their breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried. At some point the wind kicked up, both his hands swept up her naked back, rubbing the chill away. Jay rolled into a sitting position, with her still in his lap. He picked up his shirt from the ground and wrapped it around her. He cupped her jaw and kissed her softly. “You cold, baby?” “A little bit.” She answered quietly, pulling his shirt on and buttoning two of the buttons. He whispered. “What d’ya say we take this inside?” Reluctantly, she moved to push off him. Jay grabbed her hips, not ready to leave her body yet. His eyes fluttered shut as she rolled her hips into his, squeezing his softening cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping his head and threading her fingers into his hair. “I want to taste you.” He gripped her hips, scooting toward the edge of the chaise with her still in his lap. Grace wrapped her legs around him and pressed her lips into his, “would you like that?” “Mhmm,” she grunted. Jay swept his tongue into her mouth, lifting her as he stood. She tightened her grip on his neck. “…Lets go upstairs.” He finally disconnected from her body. With a whimper, Grace unhooked her

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shaky legs from his hips, and her arms from his neck and stood in front of him. “You need anything?” He asked. “Drink?” “No,” she met his warm blue gaze, “…I just need you.” “Well, you’re in luck then,” his face dimpled. “Come on, baby.” He couldn't take his eyes off her, she hoped that was a good thing, but had to admit it made her self-conscious. They were naked and sweaty, flushed, and he’d pulled her hair out of the ‘do’ so her long auburn locks were probably all over the place. She probably had make up running down her face too, but he gazed at her, in awe, like she was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Jay slid a hand down her back, scooping her into his arms. He silently carried her into the house, moving through the narrow halls to stairs leading up to the master suite. Grace nuzzled his neck, kissing up to his jaw as he climbed the twisted staircase leading up to his room. He carried her into his darkened bedroom. From what she could see the room was as sparse as the rest of his home, same glossy hardwood floor, a large king bed, nightstand, a desk and arm chairs by the window, and a bench at the foot of the bed. He set her down on the dark bedspread, moving over her. Jay leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “I want to kiss every inch of that porcelain skin…” She bit her lip, “I’d like that.” He kissed her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling into the scoop. He pressed more kisses along the slope of her shoulder as he opened the shirt. Jay shifted, kissing down her chest. He wrapped his lips around a beaded nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He repeated the action on the other side, scraping his cheek into the valley between her breasts. Nipping and kissing, he made his way down her taut abdomen. He pressed his hands into her thighs, spreading her legs and holding them apart. Jay settled between her legs; Grace rolled up on her elbows, just in time to watch his head dip down to her pussy. He swept his tongue through her folds, lapping their combined juices from her flesh. He blew on the heated flesh and went back to work, strategically avoiding her clitoris. Jay took his time with her, lapping and kissing and sucking at her sticky flesh. “So sweet…” Her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling. Not until she pushed his head and arched

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her pelvis toward him did he move toward the electric, fleshy nub. He sucked her clit into his mouth with a scorching kiss. Grace’s entire body bucked against him, and he went to work on her. Jay moved his hands, pressing one onto her flat abdomen to hold her down, and the other joined the action with his mouth. He pushed two fingers inside her, pumping her hot little pussy until she incoherently moaned his name. He sucked her plump clit back into his mouth, tonguing it. She writhed under him, her entire body arched toward him; her ass lifted from the bed. Grace was close. He pulled back, withdrawing his fingers from that sweet honeypot. Blowing gently on the heated flesh again. He held her gaze and slapped her clit, sending her into a fucking seizure. “Fuck!” She squealed. He leaned back, watching his handiwork. Her body shook and clenched as the orgasm claimed her. Jay quickly slid up her body settling between her legs, and impaled her as the last shudders of the orgasm moved through her. She came again, clutching him with every single part of her body. Her arms laced tight around his neck, her legs curled around his hips, and her pussy clamped around his cock. Grace could hardly breath, and didn't even care. Thanks to their romp on the terrace, this round would at least last a while and he managed to go slow. Jay rocked his hips, working into even, deliberate thrusts. Her nails dug into his back, they’d leave marks, but she didn't care. She wanted to mark him, to leave a reminder for him. He exaggerated the slow movement of his hips, sliding easily in and out of her body thanks to the two fresh orgasms. He tilted his pelvis, so the entire length of his shaft rubbed that fleshy bundle of nerves. He was determined to make her cum repeatedly, he promised as much already. She’d never, EVER, forget this night. He increased his pace ever so slightly, struggling to keep from pounding into her. Grace opened her eyes, locking onto his gaze. Her hands slid down his sweaty back, cupping his muscled ass, trying to drive him deeper, urging him to give her more. He pumped hard, but kept the steady pace. Jay propped up on his elbows, scooping her head into his hands. He kept his eyes on hers. She arched toward him, desperate for more friction. She cooed, “Jay…”

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Grace unlocked her legs from his hips and planted her feet into the mattress. The added leverage allowed her to take him even deeper. Their combined rough breathing, and sensual grunts and pants echoed through the spacious room. Her soft tongue prodded his mouth, dipping in, seeking his tongue. She pulled him into another passionate French kiss. Shifting her weight to her planted foot, Grace pushed against him. She rolled him on his back, while working to keep him inside her. Jay chuckled softly at her determinedness, and shifted into a more comfortable position. She rocked up on her knees and sunk down the length of his cock. “God, you feel good, baby.” He grunted. Both her hands gripped his chest, she pulled her knees flush against his body, rocked her hips forward, and rode him. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the plunge of her body. He gripped her hips, but made no move to take control. Her chest heaved, and she made sure her chest bounced over him – hoping he liked the view. The slight tingly sensation moved through her, tightening, coiling. He made a guttural noise that sent a shiver down her spine; the contraction of his cock pulsed through her entire body. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. Jay bit his lip, focused on the sensation of her pussy sliding along his shaft. She shuddered above him, her body clamped around his dick. He was just as close as she was. He thrust up, hard, through the first flutters of her orgasm. Grace wasn't ready for their tryst to be over. She stopped and arched back, letting the movement of her body shaking come to a natural end. His breath came in a hard pant. He gazed up at her, instinctively knowing why she stopped. He must have, because he didn't ask. Grace sunk down his shaft until he was buried to the hilt in her warmth, and then squeezed her PC muscles as tightly as she could. He arched off the mattress, grunting. Jay rolled into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around her, and his lips around hers. He rolled them over again, flipping their position. He propped up on his arms, hands clutching the bedding. She shifted her legs over his shoulders, and he leaned over her so her calves pressed into his chest. He pumped into

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her. Grace gripped his biceps, tilting her pelvis as he relentlessly hammered into her. “Ooh, oh… Jay…” She bit her lip, savoring the feeling of his beefy cock sliding along, his body creating a delicious friction on her clit. Her stomach coiled and tightened again, preparing for the next release. His thrusts were hard and purposeful, long strokes that pushed as deeply as her body would allow. Grace snaked a hand between their bodies and pinched the fleshy bundle of nerves. His head dropped automatically with her hand, watching intently as she played with herself. That was all it took to push him over the edge. With a hoarse, throaty cry and a stiff jerk of his body, Jay erupted inside her. He stopped pumping, and just let his seed shoot into her body. She felt the warm rush invade her. She rolled her clit between her fingers and gave in to this latest orgasm. Her legs slipped off his shoulders and she wrapped them tightly around his trim waist, locking him in place. He collapsed over her, heaving for breath, and sticky with sweat. Jay wrapped both arms around her, holding her close to his body, and he kissed her softly. His hair fell into his eyes as he lifted his head to sneak a peek at the clock. “I suppose it’s a bit out of the norm these days… for a blind date…” He whispered. “But I’d really like you to stay with me tonight.” “S-sure.” She stuttered, hoping she didn't sound too excited that he asked. “I’d like that.” “Good.” He bit his lip, “I’ll make ya breakfast.” “How’s a girl supposed to resist that?” “Hmm? I’ll tell you a secret,” He grinned. “You’re not.” “Well…” She said, “I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” His eyes sparkled down at her, sated for the moment. Jay pushed up off her, pulling at the bedding as he shifted back against the headboard. Grace crawled over to him, settling her body against his, and rested her head on his chest. “I can hardly believe the way this night turned out.” Grace whispered. “Me too,” He ran his hands up her back, pulling the sheet over both of them. “They always say the best things happen when you’re not looking for them.”

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Grace knew the saying he meant ‘the best things happen when you least expect them’ and it was true. When she agreed to the blind date, when she got ready to go out, hell, when she was sitting in the bar waiting, she never anticipated her night turning out this way. She figured the most she’d get out of the date was a nice dinner, maybe some decent conversation. She and Jay didn't talk much, but she supposed that was normal considering the way they met… skipping all the niceties and going straight for the lip-lock. “You know,” His fingers curled into her wavy, auburn hair. “Tomorrow’s Saturday.” “Yeah…” “Maybe,” he looked down at her. “Maybe we could continue this date through the weekend?” She lifted her head, propping up on her chin in her hand on his chest. “You mean like… actually getting to know each other and doing things? Or just spending the weekend in bed?” “There’s a thought…” he held her gaze. “Yeah, I meant getting to know each other… what d’ya say, baby? Spend the weekend with me?” “Okay…” She leaned over him, kissing his plush lips. His mouth curled into a full, dimpled smile. Grace set her head back on his chest. She wanted to stay up all night with him, talk to him, fuck him again, but the rise of fall of his even breathing lulled her to sleep. Knowing they’d be spending the day together relaxed her. There would be breakfast, conversation, and more amazing sex. This might turn out to be so much more than a blind date or a one-night stand! *** It seemed like she’d only just fallen asleep when the warm sunlight spilled through the windows of his bedroom. She woke up on her side, facing away from Adonis, but felt him pressed firmly along her back. She didn't know if he was awake, but decided

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to find out. Grace shifted against him, undulating her ass into his groin. His large, warm hand slid over her hip, stilling the movement. Grace arched back, tilting her face toward his. Jay nuzzled and kissed her cheek, shifting her lower body at the same time. He pushed her leg forward, opening her up to him. The fingers of his other hand threaded into her hair, keeping her head near his. Jay pivoted his hips and pushed through her slick folds, letting his cock sink into her swollen little pussy. “Ooh!” Grace choked, gripping the bedding. God, he felt bigger now? How? His shaft stretched and filled her, she pushed back against him. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her deeply. Still on their sides, Jay rolled his hips back and slid into her again. “Fuck.” Her whole body tightened, over-sensitive and craving him. “Are you alright…?” He asked huskily. “Yeah…” she moaned. “Yes. Don’t stop… please.” He increased the pace, propping up on his elbow behind her. The hand on her hip slid over her skin and across her abdomen. Jay cupped a breast, tweaking her puckered nipple between his thumb and index finger. Grace rotated her lower body, awkwardly meeting his thrusts. She lifted her leg over his, giving him better access to her needy pussy. The slight change allowed him to drive deeper. Her entire body shuddered as the head of his thick cock connected with her g-spot. “Fuck.” She growled. The hand on her breast slid back down her torso, down her abdomen, and sunk over her mound, into the soft lips. He shifted, pressing the heel of his hand into her pubic bone and holding her there, while kneading her clit with his fingertips. His hips drove into hers, steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. She dug her foot into the mattress for leverage, arching back to meet each plunge. “More.” She panted, “…I need more, Jay.” He stopped abruptly, withdrawing from her body much too quickly. Grace glanced back at him, watching as he moved on to his knees. Sweat dripped down his golden body, hard muscles flexed, and his large, glistening erection pointed at her.

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“Get on your knees.” He panted. Slowly, Grace rolled on to her stomach and pushed up on all fours. His warm hand slid down the arch of her back, from her shoulder to her ass. Jay positioned himself behind her, squeezing her cheeks. He nudged her legs wider with his knee and settled. “That’s right…” He purred, “Hold onto the headboard, baby.” She twisted over her shoulder, eyeing him. She hoped that meant she was in for a ride. Grace turned back to the bed frame and gripped the carved wood in front of her. He ploughed into her. Hard. He pumped swiftly, working into a short, hard rhythm. Each time he pushed into her a hot, tingly, zing of electricity pulsed through her. The slap of his hips, and their mingled heavy panting and moaning filled the room. Last night, he let her have the upper hand with each encounter, let her set the pace, but this morning he took control. Jay leaned over her, pressing his body into the sway of her back. He changed up his pacing, thrusting with longer strokes. He pushed the damp hair from her neck, nuzzling and kissing his way up the side of her jaw. Grace turned her head toward him so he could kiss her. She pressed her mouth to his; she bit his lip after a particularly hard thrust. He growled and broke the kiss. Jay pushed off her; he leaned back on his haunches, adjusting his grip on her hips and hammered into her mercilessly. His hips slowed, Grace looked over her shoulder at him again. His head bowed forward, eyes fixed on their bodies joining. She clenched her muscles, his lips parted. Those dark blue eyes darted up her back, to her face. He pulled out again, “Turn over.” She did, turning onto her back. His hands looped around her firm thighs and he pulled her into his lap. Grace’s eyes fluttered shut as he rocked forward. He pushed back into her pussy, burying his cock to the hilt. She fisted the bedspread; this had to be the deepest he’d been inside her so far. Jay adjusted his grip on her thighs, pulling out almost all the way, and then rocked his hips, slamming back into her. “Ooh.” She shuddered. “Did you like that?”

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“Yes…” She gasped. Jay repeated the move. “Again.” He pulled out the same way and hesitated, watching her. Their eyes met, he adjusted his grip on her thighs and slammed back into her pussy. Her entire body shuddered. “YES!” Jay gripped her, lifting her ass off the bed. He pumped into her. Grace closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his meaty cock sliding in and out of her body. The coiling of her stomach rippled through her, clenching every muscle. The orgasm built quickly, electricity rushed her senses. He slid a hand from her thigh and pushed his fingers through her folds. He found the swollen fleshy nub, waiting for him between her slick folds. He stroked her in a quick circular motion. She bucked against the touch, sensing how hard he would make her cum this time. “Jay…” He increased the pressure and speed of his fingertips, watching her, even as his own body stiffened. Seconds later, the orgasm shuddered through her. Grace climaxed noisily, with his name on her lips. “Fuck!” Her shaking, shuddering body pulled at his. Grace clenched him, tightening her legs around his waist. Jay gasped and pulled her sweating, heaving body up against his as he continued to pump himself into her through his release. Jay let out a hoarse, throaty cry. The warm rush of his seed spread through her body in long, sticky ribbons. He let go of her hips and collapsed on to the mattress with her, Grace locked her ankles around his back, refusing to let him withdraw from her body. *** Grace made her way back from the bathroom, with a slight limp. She hadn’t been

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ridden like that… ever. No expectations had been set, but she hoped all this might lead to more. Even if it started as fuck-buddies, this still had the possibility of leading to more, didn't it? Would he want that? She stood in his doorway, out of sight, watching him stalk around the room as gracefully as a large cat. Even flaccid, his cock was impressive. Grace looked forward to the rest of this weekend; she wanted to get to know him. He rifled through several dresser drawers until he found the item he’d been seeking. He shook out a pair of well-worn black sweat pants and stepped into them, snapping the band around his hips. For some reason he looked younger to her, more boyish and charming than he had last night. Jay picked up a t-shirt from the chair in his room and held it out to her. He caught her again, damn it. She stepped into the room from her hiding spot and took the shirt from him. The edges of his mouth turned up, into a slight smile. “Come on, baby.” He said, heading out of his room. She pulled his shirt over her head; it smelled like him. Grace followed him down stairs to the kitchen. Jay rounded the counter, headed straight for the coffee pot and went about preparing a fresh pot for them. A quiet beep echoed through the kitchen. “Did you hear that?” He wrapped his arms around her and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, “What’s that noise?” Grace knew, “My phone.” Jay kissed her cheek, “Mm, I’ll bet someone’s worried you not coming home.” She pulled out of his arms, moving slowly toward the chair her jacket was still draped over. Grace fumbled the pockets and retrieved the phone. She took a deep breath and glanced at the caller ID, “It’s just my friend…” She spun toward him, “The one who set up the blind date.” Grace scrolled through the voicemail options, considering deleting the message instead of listening to it. The time stamp on the message showed from last night, she’d been much too distracted to even hear the phone ring. She didn't care what her friend had to say, but ended up hitting the play button anyway.

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“Grace, what the hell?” Rachel’s voice filled her ear as she played the message. “I just got a call from Tom, you know, your blind date – he said he showed up at the bar and your entire body was wrapped around some other guy? What gives? After all the trouble I went to, to set this up for you, and you act like this? Call me back!” God, what a bitch! She’d bet money the douchebag didn't even tell her he was 40 minutes late for the blind date. She owed him nothing and didn't give a shit what he thought he saw! Jay moved around the kitchen. She cocked her head over her shoulder; honestly, she got the better end of the deal anyway… “Shouldn’t you call her back? Let her know you’re alive and well?” “No.” Grace turned toward him rocking up on her tiptoe to kiss him, “maybe after breakfast…” He smiled. “I do owe you breakfast, don't I?”

The End.

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