I sigh, cocking my head to the side and smiling. “Not really. It’s kind of cute.”
I adjust in the seat, thinking that if I don’t control myself then I’ll lean in and kiss her right now. It seems like a lifetime ago, but earlier today this girl wanted to talk to me. Elia seemed like she could barely decide if she liked me.
There’s something about her now that’s...not hesitant, not even weary. Just. Innocent. It excites the animal in me but brings out this new feeling in the pit of my stomach that I don’t quite recognize.
Worry?
I don’t want to hurt Elia.
Okay, so I’ve met me. You have too, even though you’re just now getting to know more about me. But you know guys like me. Manwhores.
See, when I’m not treating sick little kids, I’m fucking random socialites and closing business deals. I don’t care for or have time for relationships...and now I think I actually want to date Elia. I know I want to fuck her. So I need to keep from fucking her life up when I just want to make it better.
But the gift didn’t go over all that well. I don’t think I actually know how to date someone. I am pretty sure that after I fuck her that there’s more to just fucking her again. I mean maybe I can get away with having her come back for more orgasms, but I want to know her. I want to know what Elia cares about.
Right now, that’s Thai food. I know just the place, and I never imagined I’d bring anyone here. I usually come here with a tablet and eat Gai Med Ma Moung while I flip through prospectuses for potential investments.
“I know a place that’s actually not too far from here, Elia,” I say, gripping the while harder when I see her bite her lip when I say her name. “The food will have you wanting to eat Thai for the rest of your life.”
She claps her hands. “Sounds like fun.” I love her unbridled enthusiasm.
It will be. I’m excited to talk with Elia, and maybe put her mind at ease about my possible purchase of the bookstore.
I haven’t actually had dinner with a woman in a long time, preferring to not give them the impression that I want to date them. So I guess I got the dinner part right about dating, and she seems genuinely satisfied that I know a good place for her to try Thai.
My cock twitches at her little laugh and how it makes her breasts rise up for a second. They’re straining against the fabric, and my cock is tenting in my slacks so hard it is threatening to bust out.
But I resist. I can wait for dessert.
Elia
“So tell me about yourself, Elia,” Eric says as we pull into the restaurant. Thai Palace. I’m kind of shocked to see that it’s not fancy at all. I look down at my dress and wonder how foolish I look.
Date or meeting, I still dressed like I was going, in a very slutty fashion, to some fancy restaurant. The truth is, though, that it definitely put me at ease to see that he wasn’t showing off.
I think Eric doesn’t even realize that the iPhone was a kind of extravagant gift. Particularly for a girl that he just met.
“Umm,” I mumble. I’m not sure what to say. “I’ve always wanted to work in a bookstore.” My words are at least a little pointed. I still don’t need a fidget spinner extravaganza taking over my dreams. “I don’t have a boyfriend...I’ve never really had one. I’m friends with the girls at the store, and I tend to spend most of my time reading.” Oh god, why did I say any of that? I start talking faster, and my eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head. “As you can tell I’m not that interesting and am like one step away from being a crazy cat lady, but I don
’t like cats.”
“That’s the one step, huh, then?” Eric says with a laugh. He walks around the car and opens my door. “I’ve never been in a very serious relationship, either. I don’t like cats but Rose does.”
I cock my head to the side.
Eric actually looks flustered. His eyes are wide now. “Rose is my daughter. Well, in every way that matters…” Eric smiles at me.
“Wow. I never would have guessed Mr. Fidget Spinner was a baby daddy,” I say, trying to sound like I’m not freaked out.
Okay, so that’s unfair. But you don’t understand...I may be a virgin, but I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I don’t date because I don’t want to mess around with men that aren’t serious about family.
So how did I find a guy who says he’s never been in a serious relationship...and he already has a kid?
Eric puts his hand on the small of my back, and we walk toward the restaurant.
“She’s mine because someone...they left her on my doorstep, at my medical office.” Eric swallows.
“Oh, that’s so sad,” I say and shake my head. “I sound so stupid. I’m so sorry that I said that. I...I am so sorry that my life is so boring you had to tell me a bunch of stuff that’s really personal. I have personal shit you don’t tell on dates, like not first dates or business meetings—”