Trusting Jay(9)
“I didn’t want to be too forward.”
I laughed. He didn’t want to be forward when I’d sat across from him with my Grand Canyon cleavage all night.
“So, what about today? Are you free?”
“Yeah, I hadn’t planned anything. What did you have in mind?”
"A picnic in the park.”
“That sounds nice.” The D’Angelo bill probably cleaned out his bank account.
“Great, I'll see you there at noon.”
I took a minute for my brain to process the time. “Oh, lunch.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you there.”
“Sure thing.”
I hung up. Lunch? Part of me worried a lunch date was too much in relationship territory, but my lower half just insisted it meant it was less time to wait to get him in bed.
8
I found Jay under a tree, with a picnic blanket spread out and loaded with all sorts of food. It’s good he'd dressed casually, as I had worn jeans and a loose fitting turquoise top. My breath caught when he jumped up to say hello. I’d only seen him in suits, and I’d thought he looked good in them, but in his fitted jeans and tight t-shirt he looked unbelievable. Like he’d stepped off the pages of a magazine.
“Abbie, you look beautiful as always. More beautiful than Rita Hayworth.” I blushed as he leaned towards me and pecked my cheek.
“Jay, this spread looks delicious.” I surveyed the huge amount of food he’d laid out on a picnic blanket.
“Champagne?” he asked, pulling a bottle from a cool pack.
“Definitely.” I took the flute he’d poured.
“To a second date,” he said.
Man, I really didn’t want a relationship, but his company was so comfortable. I smiled, and we chinked glasses. The bubbles fizz in my mouth as I surveyed the vast quantity of food he’d brought. I zeroed in on some quail’s eggs, they’re so tiny. What’s a quail anyway? It was all very upscale, especially for an unemployed man.
“It must have been a real pain to get all this here on the bus.”
“I took a taxi.”
“That must have cost a fortune, you shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t.” His voice was firm.
“Sorry.” He was so touchy about money.
We sat in the sun for hours. Though we finished off the bottle of champagne and had started on a second, most of the food sat untouched. Not because it was bad, simply because we were only two people and there was enough food for a party.
As the afternoon went on, we moved closer and closer together until I ended up lying with my head in his lap. Looking up at the sky, wishing I was face down in his crotch. But it was nice. He stroked my arms and played with my hair and I would happily have stayed there all afternoon.
Jay’s phone beeped, and he looked at the screen and sighed. He looked at me, resigned.
“Does this mean our second date is over?” I asked.
Jay bundled up the remains of our picnic. “I’m afraid it does. I just got an urgent call and I have to rush off.” My heart sank. So much for getting him into bed.
“Do you need help to get it all home?”
His brow creased. “I was just going to throw it out. Unless you want it.”
“Throw it away? There’s enough food here to eat for the week!”
“Would you like it? You should take it.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Yes, take it, I’ll help you carry it to your place.”
Was this an opportunity to get him into bed? “Okay, as long as you help me carry it all.”
We trudged the ten minutes to my condo, and he followed me through the door and into the elevator. I could barely breathe with excitement of having him in my home. Now to get him into my bedroom. My god, I’m behaving like a horny teenager but that didn’t stop me from watching his ass in those tight jeans as he exited the elevator. Shit, he caught me ogling him.
I cleared my throat. “This is me here,” I said unlocking my front door.
He followed me through to my tiny kitchen and put two bags of food on the counter.
“Why do you have jeans duct taped to your wall?” he asked.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I should have thought about the jeans before I let him in. “They’re some added motivation to lose weight.”
His eyes raked over me, “You don’t need to lose any weight Abbie, you’re perfect.”
Jay closed the distance between us and pulled me tight to him. I looked up, and our lips connected with hunger. I allowed my hands to run up his muscular back and down his strong arms. His hands pressed over me, gently skimming my shoulders and back before we broke apart for air. I looked up into his deep brown eyes and went back in for more.