Betrayed 2(24)

“I’ll tell you a secret. I was exactly like you and I find myself guilty as charged. I found those certain guys that I liked in high school and I made them see me for the first time. I slept with them not because I wanted to, but to make a point.” I’d never mentioned this to anybody and for me to confess this sin had me feeling a little out of sorts.

“I didn’t know what to expect this evening, Gillian. I thought that I was barking up the wrong tree and that you were going to call me out for all the heartache that I caused. You seem so well put together and sane. I can’t say that for some of those dates that will remain nameless. I’ve had some disastrous ones. The one that comes to mind most recently is being set on fire. She was not what she claimed to be in her profile. She liked to set fires and I had to chase her around my home with a fire extinguisher.” The vivid image that came to mind made me cover my mouth with my hand to stop myself from laughing out loud.

“You poor thing, it must be quite the hardship to be you. Let’s cut all the nonsense and get down to the meat of the matter. It’s obvious that you want to sleep with me, but that’s not going to happen until I get to know you better. Patience is rewarded. Trust me; being with me is an experience that you will never forget. I leave them panting and wanting more. I am very well aware of kegel exercises. I’m doing them right now and I could probably break a walnut. I can see the way that you are looking at me. You’re thinking that I might be worth the effort of waiting.” The dessert came and the molten lava chocolate cake was something to die for.

I left there feeling like my body was on fire. We stopped in front of our two respective cars and he kissed me lightly on the lips. I pushed away from him, with one finger in the air and I wagged it back and forth like I was taking exception to his overly anxious ways.

“Let’s not start something that we won’t be able to finish tonight. I’m sure that you’re going to go home and put the palm sisters into motion. They never talk back and they always do what you say. Don’t look so shocked. I like to tell it the way that it is. Some women might keep things to themselves, but I know how men think. They will do anything and say anything to get pussy. A warm place to sink their cock for the night is what keeps them coming back to a bar over and over again.” His mouth was open.

“I have never heard any woman talk like you have. You have this sense of being and it doesn’t hurt that you have a body that probably could go all night. If this was any other date, I would probably cut my losses and turn my attention to somebody else. I think that I would like to see how far this goes. This time, let me choose the venue and I have a knack for coming up with unique things that give a girl the idea that I’m not just phoning it in.” He tried to reach for me and pull me in with his hand on the small of my back, but I put my hands on his chest to prevent him from going any further.

“You say one thing and you do another. I don’t know why, but I’m willing to give you a chance to play by my rules. Don’t call me. Girls might wait for your phone call, but this time you’re the one that’s going to be waiting.” I backed away from him. I got into my car and drove with one hand on the steering wheel and my eyes on him standing there like he didn’t know what to make of what happened. It didn’t go exactly as planned, but it was a good start.



Two days later and I wanted to see how he was faring. I decided to stop by using Jason’s car, considering that he did owe me a favor for landing the big fish of Marshall Peters. The commission check was quite something and gave me the chance to buy that new leather jacket that I had my eye on.

I sat there in the car at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning thinking that I was going to catch him with his pants down. His car was on the road, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t pick up some strange piece of ass in the evening hours. I took out my high-powered binoculars and zoomed in on the house from overlooking the hill. I wanted to be out of the way, so that nobody would notice me, especially at this early hour.

I had my hair in a ponytail, wearing a pair of black jogging pants and a blue spandex top that had me looking like any other jogger that might find their respite by putting their feet on the pavement.

He finally emerged about an hour after I arrived. He was wearing this ratty old bathrobe that looked like it had seen better days. He picked up his paper, glanced in my general direction, but there was no way for him to know that I was there. He lived in one of those double duplexes that had a more conventional feel.

He didn’t look like I remembered. He was not shaved; his hair unruly and there were bags underneath his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days. I could hope that was due to my influence in his life. I was worried that some buxom young barmaid was going to step up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist.