‘No? You don’t want it?’He goes to grab the neat parcel. She moves quicker than him and snatches it, instinctively; a stab of resentment at the ...mall remnant of his smile flicker-sneering over his eyes.‘You do. OK.’‘So. Decide. What’s it to be? Open it here? Or never with me?’First date.It’s. A. First. Fucking. Date.Ultimatums?Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired.Fuck.. ‘Excuse me,’ said a male voice. I looked up to say it’s ok and saw that it was the man himself. ‘Chase!’ I exclaimed, rising to my feet. He greeted me with a warm hug. ‘Nice to see you again Nicole.’ Then he lowered his voice a bit. ‘I had a great time the other night, by the way.’ ‘Me too.’ I smiled at him. ‘I was hoping maybe sometime I could see your real place?’ he asked hopefully. I chuckled flirtatiously. ‘That would be nice.’ ‘Well, I gotta go,’ he said motioning to his friends. ‘The. ..," she said with a smirk as I started kissing her legs, slowly parting them as I worked my way upwards. I kissed and nibbled alternately on her legs, lifting them onto my shoulders as I continued my slow crawl. I was about to latch onto her wet opening when her cell phone went off. "Just let me get this sweetheart." She answered her phone as my face waited between her legs. "Hello? Oh, hi Don." Great, it was her agent. She was going to be on the phone for a while. I contemplated my. I thought that was funny because he'd started almost at the top, straight out of college. Mama and Uncle Bunny believed the same way that my father did, but they had learned early in life that it wasn't necessary for them to explain or justify their wealth and income. If it ever did become necessary, they hired people, like my father, to do it for them.At least we spent the rest of dinner talking about golf. When Hans was clearing away the main course dishes for the dessert Gerta had prepared,.