Duke

We dig in and after the meal I head back to the office and try to get work done. A little after two, I text her to tell her dinner is casual. I've set up a date at Dave & Busters, plus pizza at Giordano’s. Before I know it, it's five and I'm on my way home.

I get ready quickly and drive over to Esther's place. When she opens the door, my mouth falls open. She's wearing a short strapless, black dress, and a pair of flat black shoes. She looks amazing, but there's too much of what's mine showing.

"Where's the rest of your dress?" I blurt without thinking.

"Excuse me?" she asks, hands on her hips.

"Never mind," I say, biting my tongue.

"Let me grab my sweater and I'm ready to go." Reaching over to the hook on the wall, she pulls a white bulky sweater on over the dress, and I can breathe again.

"You look beautiful," I tell her, and she bursts out laughing.

"Alright Casanova. Let's go." With my hand on her back, I lead her out to my car and help her in. As soon as we are moving, she reaches over and touches my knee. Fuck, the touch is electric. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," I tell her. The drive is short and when we pull up to the arcade, her eyes widen.

“You hate it, don’t you?”

“No. I’m just surprised is all. This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

“Is it anyone’s scene? It’s a place to have fun,” I reply, chuckling.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Shall we,” I ask.

“Yes, let’s.” She opens her car door and steps out. I quickly get out of the car. We walk hand in hand into the building and play games for a while. I watch while she plays Mario Kart with another woman. She is laughing and talking with the other woman until she loses the match. She runs over to me and wraps her arms around my shoulder.

“Having fun?” I ask.

“Yes, but I’m starving. Are we eating here?”

“No. I thought we’d go to Giordano’s. Does that sound good?”

“Oh my God, their pizza is the best. Can we go now? I haven't eaten since breakfast.”

“Of course. You should really take better care of yourself.”

“I had a full day at work. My first day and all. I wanted to make a good impression.”

“First impressions have nothing to do with taking a lunch,” I tell her as we make our way out to the car.

“Why don’t you let me worry about my own first impressions,” she replies sassily.

“That’s probably for the best.” We drive to the restaurant and over the course of dinner I get to know her better. She’s funny, sassy, and bright. She asks me rapid fire questions while we eat.

“Favorite movie?”

“The Fast and The Furious. The first one, not the rest. You?”

“Beetlejuice,” she says, laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who even liked that movie, let alone have it be their favorite.”

“Now you have.” She grins at me. “Favorite sport slash team.”

“Football is my favorite sport to play, but my favorite team is the Blackhawks hands down,” I tell her.

“Hometown pride and all that. I get it.”

“That’s it,” I reply, chuckling.

“I like hockey, but I am a soccer girl.”

“Soccer?”

“Oh, yeah. I played in high school and college. Made all the bullshit bearable.”

“What bullshit?”

“I assume you know my parents?”

“I do.”

“Then I don’t think I need to say anything else about that,” she whispers and her whole demeanor changes.

“Okay, I have a question for you. TV show?”

“Star Trek, The Next Generation,” she says immediately.

“I was not expecting that,” I tell her honestly. My girl is a bit of a dork, and I fucking love it.

“I plan to keep you on your toes, Mr. Roades,” she says before taking a bite of her breadstick in the most adorable fucking way possible.

“I can’t wait.” We finish the meal and walk hand in hand out to the parking lot. At the passenger door she stops and looks up at me, her lips shining in the streetlight. They look so fucking inviting that I can’t help kissing her.

“Man, you are good at that,” she says, touching her lips.

I chuckle and help her into the car. I look up when I see flashes going off. Fucking paparazzi everywhere I go these days. I can’t even go to the damn grocery store without someone taking my picture. It’s fucking ridiculous.

Adjusting my cock, I climb into the driver's seat and drive her home. I don’t want the night to end, but I also don’t want her thinking that’s all this is about. I park in front of the building and walk her to her door like a gentleman.

“Would you like some coffee? Some whiskey or something?” she asks unlocking the door and opening it.

“Coffee sounds good,” I tell her, following her inside. I turn around to close it behind us. When I turn back to face her, she’s stepped out of her dress. Her sheer bra and panties don’t leave much to imagination. “Damn, girl. That was quick.”