“Do you think I need to impress you? Trust me, little girl, it’s the other way around.”I took another sip of champagne and attempted to remain c...lm. The tension in the air was uncomfortably thick, and because I didn’t know what to say I waited for him to speak.“This is a very lucrative project. What guarantee do I have that you’re not the spoiled-brat bitch that all my friends warned me about?”I felt a tear come to my eye and I quickly wiped it away. “I just need a second chance ... I need you. She’d worn earrings made of shards of silver that dangled and swung as she moved. Alia was a seriously attractive woman.Over hors d’oeuvres of deep fried calamari with a spicy Sriracha cream dipping sauce, we chatted about work, the town; inconsequential things that helped break the ice, allowing us to gracefully draw closer to more personal topics: she liked football and music; I liked basketball and music; she liked to dance; I couldn’t find my feet. Conversation flowed easily.The main course. I’ll be careful with you. As careful as I can be, anyway. I work weird hours, but I’ll be honest with you and treat you like a lady, and with respect. If you’ll do the same for me, I’ll make you a deal.”“You really do have a good memory, Charlie. Seriously. To remember that outfit? Wowsers. OK. A deal. What is it?”“If we date again, or decide to date a third time, I won’t be seeing anyone else. If you go elsewhere, I will as well, but if we’re dating, until you pull the cord, we’re dating. I’m. He wrapped his arms around my waist and his hands slid down and rubbed my ass. The kiss turned from desperate to passionate want in about a minute. He pulled one of my legs onto his hip and I wrapped the other around him, making him support all of my weight. He moaned as his erection rubbed in between my now spread legs. He locked the door and leaned me against the wall and began to kiss my neck. I cried aloud when his fingers went in my skirt and began to stroke my clit through my underwear. .