Sweet Revenge

“What do you do for fun?” I asked finishing the steak. I buttered a roll and took a bite. They were so fluffy, so light, and so buttery. It was perfect. I was feeling very full, but this was too good. I could not stop eating.

Jane sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Well, I go golfing every now and then. And bowling. I’m kind of addicted to bowling.”

“Bowling? Well, that is a wild sport,” I teased.

Jane laughed. “Stop it. I know it’s lame, but there is something about the lane, the ball, the atmosphere—it’s just you against the pins, you know?”

I nodded. “Sure, I can get that. It’s been a while for me since I went bowling, and last time I did I’m pretty sure me and my friends spent most of the time drinking beer and occasionally doing some bowling. I think our focus might have been backwards.”

“Well, we might have to go sometime,” Jane said with a smile. “If my boss ever gives me the night off.”

“Oh, I think we can arrange that sometime,” I said.

Was this girl flirting with me? Sometimes it was hard to actually tell because I naturally assumed that all women flirted with me.

“So, how about you? What do you do for fun?” Jane asked.

“Well, business is my pleasure,” I said. “I know it sounds corny and cliché, but I love to work. I enjoy building the companies and I love making deals, especially out on the golf course.”

“Why is it that the golf course is the central hub of business dealings in our country?” Jane asked with a smirk.

I thought about the question a moment.

“I have no clue,” I said. “But it sure is a fun way to do it. Maybe that’s why. You know, I bet you’d look great out on the golf course.”

Jane shook her head. “No, I am not a golfer.”

“I’m sure you’d do fine. Besides, if you put on the right type of golf outfit, I’m sure you’d look fantastic. And that’s half the fun right there.”

Jane didn’t say anything for a moment, and I wondered if I’d overstepped too quickly and frightened her off the thread of conversation. But then she smiled and reached over to touch my hand.

She winked at me and said, “You’re bad, you know that?”

“I do know that. You aren’t the first to have noticed.”

“Are you saving room for dessert?” Jane asked coyly.

I felt my stomach about to explode.

“I’m not sure… I’m pretty full.”

Jane rose from the table and grabbed something from the freezer. It was vanilla ice cream. She grabbed a couple bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scooper.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “I make great chocolate sundaes.”

Within thirty seconds she’d filled the bowls with ice cream, whipped cream, nuts, and chocolate syrup. It looked delicious.

“Oh… fine,” I said. “You drive a hard bargain.”

I took a few bites of the sundae and felt like I was eight years old again and I’d just come home from school. Every day my mother would have a different, fantastic treat waiting for me. Some days it was peanut butter and jelly, others it was ice cream, and others it was candy bars or milkshakes.

“I think I just gained five pounds,” I teased.

“Well, you have to live a little, right? Besides it’s another thing you can’t take with you.”

“What is?”

“Well, you can’t take money with you to the grave and you can’t take health.”

I laughed. “You’re right, I guess. I’m not sure I’ve heard that before.”

We chatted a while longer and I found myself having a great time. Jane was fun to talk to. Most of the women I spent any time with that I was attracted to were dull and boring, or at least we never had anything in common, but Jane seemed to know me so well and we had a lot in common. I was very glad that I’d wisely decided to hire her.

I just hoped that she wasn’t a tease of some sort and we could take this to a higher level pretty soon. She was so gorgeous that just being near her put me in a state of total lust. It took all of my self-control to keep from ripping her clothes off and just making sweet love to her right there in the kitchen. Why couldn’t real life be like the movies? Or at least like adult films.

When she left, I watched her walk to the car. Her cute, little, firm ass was swaying back and forth naturally. Wow, that woman had curves for days. I went to the office and decided to catch up on some work. The numbers for the motorcycle company had not been looking very good. I was possibly going to have to fire some people. That was always fun, but sometimes it was a nuisance. I had to be in the right mood for it, otherwise it just felt like work.