Excerpt from PASSION, Jess's Story (School of Sex Part One)
A
bartender appeared in front of me. I ordered a martini. Dry. Extra olives. Extra
because the olives served at Le Sueur weren’t your ordinary run-of-the-mill
fruit. (And if you’re wondering, yes, they are in fact a fruit). Stuffed with
blue cheese and tiny bits of meat, they looked like the result of an olive after
experiencing an orgasm.
The
bartender filled my request, propping the drink on the counter in front of me. I
popped an olive to my mouth and bit down, swishing it around with my tongue,
savoring every juicy second. The door opened and closed again. A young couple this
time. High school age. The girl wore a dress made of endless layers of hot pink
taffeta, the guy a simple, run-of-the-mill tux. Prom night. Perfect. The guy couldn’t
keep his eyes off of the girl’s cleavage even when the hostess asked him a
direct question. Given the radiant innocence of his date, it was quite possible
she’d never exposed them before.
Six
o’clock, right on the dot. Anytime now. I sipped the martini like a lady even
though I had half a mind to guzzle it down and order another one before he
showed.
Breathe, Jess. How amazing can he
possibly be?
I
hadn’t been nervous like this in months. Why was this date any different than
the others?
It
was different because I actually liked this guy. As much as one could like a man they’d never met in person
before.
“Jess?”
Shit.
The door hadn’t opened or closed. I swiveled
the stool to the left and glanced up, gripping the stem of the martini glass so
hard I thought it would shatter.
“Tyler,”
he said, smiling. “But you already know that.”
“I…hi,”
I stuttered.
I, hi?
Not
exactly an A+ first impression. In a few brief seconds I felt like everything Veronica
had taught me had evaporated from my body. My leg quivered. I pressed a hand to
my thigh. It didn’t help.
Tyler
sat down, his eyes never leaving my face.
Is he going to say something? Is he
waiting for me to say something?
The
bartender reached for my martini glass which I still clutched in a kind of
unrelenting death grip. I unhanded it. “Another?”
I
nodded.
The
barkeep turned to Tyler. “And you, Sir?”
“Water.”
Water?
“Sparkling
or still?”
“Sparkling.”
Tyler
sized me up and down. “You’re ravishing. Your photos on the website lured me
in, but seeing you tonight—I never imagined you could be an even greater beauty
in the flesh.”
His
look, on the other hand, left me confused. In a pair of faded, ripped jeans, a
slightly oversized, long-sleeved, black T-shirt, and a ball cap, he looked like
he’d just rolled out of bed. He was far too underdressed for a man who claimed
to have been a patron of the restaurant. The stubble on his face indicated he
hadn’t shaved for a day, maybe two. His cut jawline and sensual eyes matched
the guy from the photos, but a majority of the rest of him was off. Online his
attire had been tailored and classy, making me question his current garment
choice. It seemed like a façade.
The
waiter returned with our drinks. I tucked an unruly wisp of bang behind my ear,
alerting me to how nervous I was.
Get a grip! Say something!
“Should
we get a table?” I blurted. “Or would you like to sit here for a while?”
He
leaned forward until we were inches apart, his steamy breath filling my ear. “Do
you want to know what I’d really
like?”
I
swallowed, harder than usual, making a barely audible gasping sound. He didn’t
seem to notice. Thoughts circled my mind, all of them X-rated. The clothes, his
look tonight, it didn’t match his sultry voice. I looked him square in the eye,
attempting to meet his seductive tone and raise it with one of my own. “What
would you really like?”
He
pinned a hand against my upper thigh and left it there, his fingers bearing
down on the fabric of my dress like he was desperate to claw his way inside. A
tingling sensation surged through every orifice of my being.
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