Club Endless Fantasy (Haremworld)

“The other day. She stopped by, had a couple of drinks, and told me that I should ask out the girl she would be sitting with that night. Then, just like she said, you were sitting at the table with her.” I sighed and grabbed my beer before the waiter could put it down on the table. “Fucking bullshit, I swear to god.”

Time to pay my tab and put this date out of its misery.

“I swear I didn’t have anything to do with that. My bosses sent me to scout the place out. I had no idea I would end up being responsible for the account.” There was something in Gina’s voice that reflected genuineness. “That wasn’t why I left my number.”

“If you aren’t here because of work, then let’s stop talking about it entirely.” I eyed her suspiciously as I took another drink of my beer. “I do like you—or at least I was starting to like you.”

“I’ll be one hundred percent honest. I didn’t give you my number because I expected to be sitting across from you talking shop. But, I’m not sure I would

have actually agreed to go on a date with you if my bosses didn’t hand me the account after I turned in my scouting report.” Gina leaned back and sighed. “I understand if you want to leave. I’ll even charge all of this to my business account so you don’t have to pay for a lie.”

“What do you want to do?” I sipped my beer and stared at her. “Do you want me to leave, or do you want to continue this date without discussing business?”

“I—I don’t want you to leave.” Gina bit down her lip and our eyes met.

“Then let’s finish our food.” I leaned forward and picked up my hamburger.

I was suspicious of Gina and her motives, but that didn’t change the fact that I felt a connection with her. It was different than anything I had felt before—even with the woman I almost married. It wasn’t even lust. It was just… something that felt right. Once her confession was out of the way, and I had a little bit of alcohol circulating in my veins, we started talking about other things. Gina told me where she was from, what life was like in the small town of Bakersfield where she grew up, and her rather low batting average when it came to relationships. I opened up about my own struggles, the woman that broke my heart, and I didn’t hide any details about the man I was. It was easy to talk to her—it was almost like talking to an old friend—except she was so fucking hot she made my balls twitch.

A few hours later

Gina and I spent the rest of our date visiting a local museum that I hadn’t been to since I was a kid. It was a good place to talk and see some of Chicago’s history mixed with a few famous pieces of art. She wasn’t a native to the city and I liked being able to watch her eyes light up when I told her the same stories my father told me. I had truly forgotten how much I liked history, especially the events that took place in Chicago. Every passing second drew me further into Gina’s captivating smile and entrancing eyes. Part of me wished we had met under different circumstances, but another part of me simply didn’t care.

“I had a lot of fun.” I reached out and took Gina’s hand as I walked her to her car.

“Me too.” She smiled and looked up at me. “I’m sorry about the deception.”

“You kept your word and you haven’t mentioned a single thing about Viking Developments since we left Cafe Rue. I’m starting to trust you—a little bit.” I locked our fingers together and squeezed lightly. “I’d like to see you again.”

“Me too.” She looked down and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head to the side as I watched her expression get dark.

“I will have to talk to you about business at some point.” She exhaled sharply and shook her head.

“Not today.” I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head. “We can have that conversation later.”

I leaned in and crushed her lips beneath mine. I had been wanting to kiss them since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and the reality exceeded the expectation. They were soft, pouty, and her passionate ferocity matched my own when our tongues started to intertwine. I put my hands on her hips and slowly moved them up her curves, letting my fingertips glide against the fabric covering her ribs as I moved towards her breasts. My cock started to get engorged as our kiss intensified and all I could think about was figuring out whether the date was going to end at her place or mine. Our lips finally broke the seal that had formed and I leaned forward. I could feel her ear against my chin.

“I want you.” I gave her a light nibble and felt her twist in my arms as she sighed.

“I—I can’t.” She put her hands on my chest and leaned back. “I really like you, but I’m not ready for that.”

“Then I want a second date.” I stared into her beautiful eyes and smiled. “No business—just me and you.”

“Okay.” She nodded and turned away from me to open her car door.

“You’ll be in my dreams.” I slid my hand up her thigh and gave her a quick smack on the ass.

I watched as Gina drove out of sight. My thoughts were still a little conflicted about her intentions, but my cock was begging to forget that she worked for Viking Developments and chase what I truly desired. Unfortunately, my cock was going home with me and the only comfort either of us were going to get was my right hand as Gina’s lips teased my fantasies. I walked back to my car and drove to the pub. Technically, Amy could handle things for the evening, but going home would just amplify my loneliness. I had finally asked someone out on a real date, and I enjoyed myself. I knew I was going to have to eventually talk business with her, especially if her bosses put her in charge of buying Hal’s Pub, but that conversation could be had another day.

Could I really bring myself to sell the place? I don’t really have a strong emotional attachment to it. My father never wanted me to run it—he wanted me to go to college and have a better life. Maybe the money would let me do that after all…

Chapter Seven

Gina

My soul was on fire. My lips were still numb. Joaquin’s kiss had ignited something inside of me that was totally foreign—it was the purest form of passion. I barely had the internal fortitude to pull away from him when his lips were against my ear. I drove back to work with wet panties and a burning desire that made my hands tremble on the steering wheel. I told him the truth. I was honest and I tried to turn the conversation to business, but Joaquin shrugged off my deception. He was mad, but he didn’t let it change the trajectory of our date. That was… simply amazing. I had no idea how I would have reacted if I was in the same situation he was in. I wasn’t sure I would have continued the date—no matter how much I was interested in the person sitting across from me.