She walked into the restaurant. Her black skirt; hugging calves, slimmed and tight from hours of exercise. Her naturally platinum hair was piled with little tendrils hanging on her perfectly unblemished forehead, over her ears, and down the back of her neck. A single pearl drop hung from a gold chain around her elegant swan-like neck and matching earrings; were her only adornment. She was wearing a black see-thru blouse with a tight sleeveless t-shirt underneath. Her 5-inch black stilettos completed the ensemble. She was the picture of elegance and sophistication.
Phil noticed her from across the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was stunning. He felt his heart skip a beat and his palms begin to sweat like he was on his first date ever. He looked at them with disgust and automatically went to wipe them on his slacks then picked up his napkin. “Easy boy.” He mumbled as he felt himself hardening at the sight of her.
Her eyes were what truly arrested him. The crystal blue seemed to be void of color. He thought they had to be contacts. Her nails were natural with only a clear polish over them. She didn’t need anything else to make her feminine or womanly. She could have written the book.
His friend tapped him on the shoulder. “You aren’t that lucky Bud.” He lifted his glass and drained his Budweiser then held it up for the bartender. “A girl like that doesn’t go on internet dates. She doesn’t need them.”
Phil took in a deep breath. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. But who would have thought that Mr. Right needed an internet date. Yet here I am.”
Phil was CEO and owner of one of the biggest and newest internet networking sensations. It put Snap chat, Tweeting and Facebooking in another league totally away from his. His was a networking system for people who really wanted friends. The ones who were desperate to get in touch with those they knew well, loved and lost, and fell out of touch with. His networking helped several families to find their lost and run away children. His was unlike any other network on the Web. It was run by Private Investigators who freely gave their time, and it worked.
He looked in the mirror over the bar and saw himself. He was not a GQ type of guy but he kept himself in shape by taking his work to the gym he had installed on the top floor of his building. Not just his exec’s, but his employees utilized it.
His hair was a little too long, but he hadn’t had time for a haircut. He hadn’t had time for much of anything, including women, since he went into this business venture with his best friend and now partner. After a few thousand dollars each, hours of work and head banging, and a lot of time away from family, he and Mike were millionaires.
They had been friends since high school. They played on the same semi pro football team and Phil was his best man when he married his high school sweetheart, earlier this past summer. Now Mike was good enough to share Phil’s first date with someone whom he met as only a voice on the phone when he called about her services. Mike’s wife hadn’t arrived yet and a part of Phil wished his date didn’t arrive at all: especially after seeing her. No one was going to hold up to her. He would forever be comparing them to her.
“Get hold of yourself. You don’t even know her.” Mike knew him well. Sometimes it felt like he could read his mind.
“Ahhh. Here comes my lovely bride.” He reached out to a gorgeous brunette. She had breasts just ripe for pillowing into, hips for pounding and an attitude that could knock a man down in one word.
“Starting without me.” She looked at him then leaned in for a long lingering kiss. “If you’ll drink beer without me, I wonder, what else would you do without me?” She lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “Never mind. You can tell me later or show me. Tonight is your fantasy night.”
Phil blushed at the conversation but knew they didn’t care if he overheard. They were used to him tagging along nearly everywhere but to the bedroom.
“Hey handsome.” Mary kissed me. “She’s not here yet?”
“Nice observation Sherlock.” I laughed when she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Jerk.” She yelled as she sauntered off to the Ladies Room. .
Julie walked over to the bar. Her perfume, delicate yet spicy, reached his nostrils and Phil took in a deep breath, remembering her scent and putting it in his mental file to recall later when he dropped the other woman, Janie.
Julie walked into the bar. Her eyes scanned the room. For whom, she didn’t know. He was just a voice on a phone. The taped message had been so broke up she couldn’t even hear what all he said let alone how he said it.
“Please don’t let him be a toad.” She mumbled as she walked on in.
It took her an hour to put on her make-up and do her hair. Ten outfits later, she had closed her eyes and starting picking up items from the floor and made a decision this was to be it. Luckily, all of her clothes were meant to mix and match. She didn’t have an extensive wardrobe, but what she had made her feel confident and ready to face the world.
The man across the room was staring at her. She glanced his way and saw all she needed to see. He couldn’t be it. He was tall, dark and handsome. What a cliché. Her knees shook and she teetered on her heels.
A deep cleansing breath was what she needed. She dug deep for her yoga training and managed to calm her heart beats. It was racing enough because of nerves, but his dark eyes would have been able to melt her down and send her body into orgasmic shivers without even touching her.
She took in his blue shirt and saw how the color complimented his ruddy complexion. Definitely not the man Janie had described. “He’s an internet, office geek.” She feigned a swoon. “But his voice is so sexy. If he makes love like he sounds, I’ve got to meet him.” A definite heart breaker, she thought, and she didn’t have time for that. She was here for her sister, not for her.
Janie was to have this date, not Julie. Janie came down with the chicken pox. Julie was her identical twin in all ways but one. Julie had a heart shaped tattoo on her left breast, right above her nipple. It was the reminder of her one crazy weekend with some friends. One of the reminders. She asked the bartender if he had seen somebody, but Phil couldn’t catch the name. Maybe he could pretend to be that person if she didn’t know him. “What the hell are you thinking? Of course she knows the guy.” He berated himself.
Mike waved his hand in front of him. “Earth to Phil.”
Janie had talked her into coming out on this date. She didn’t date much, but Janie made her feel guilty. “Samantha gave me the chicken pops. The least you can do is feel a little sympathy and go for me. Who will know?”
“But I won’t tell if you won’t.” Janie gave her a small smile. In spite of the itching, watering eyes, and dots so thick you couldn’t find spaces between some of them, she was still pretty convincing and managed to make Julie feel guilty.
“Fine.” So here she was; walking into a bar by herself, looking for a man she didn’t know, and eyeing up a man she wished she knew.
Mary got up and walked up to the woman. “Excuse me.”
She looked at her. “Yes?”
My friend here has become quite taken with you. Could you please just say something to him so he can go back to his date.
Julie felt a twinge of regret. He definitely wasn’t, nor would he ever hers. “Hers?” Where did that come from?
She moved away from the bar and walked up to him. “Hi. My name is…Janie. Nice to meet you.”
He shook her hand and held on. She looked at his hand still holding hers and looked to Mary. “He doesn’t get out much does he?”
“Not near as much as he should.”
“Phil.” Mary nudged his shoulder. “Phil”
Janie looked him in the eye and smiled. “You’re Phil?” Then she laughed.
“I was so afraid I was going to meet a troll. Had my sister said…” She seemed to have no control over mouth. He had her composure unraveled. “I’m sorry. My sister set up this date, for me. Not her.”
She stopped and smiled that dazzling smile. “I’m sorry. It’s nice to meet you Phil.”
He was still staring, mesmerized by her smile, her soft voice, and that amazing body and face. “Yes.” He managed a somewhat adult laugh. He expected to hear a broken voice and shrill giggle. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He removed his hand from hers.
He seemed to feel lonesomeness without her hand in his. It belonged there. He already knew that fact. “Would you like a drink?”
Janie slid onto the stool next to him. Her hand still tingled from his touch and she wanted to reach out and hold his hand again. She wanted to feel it on her cheek, and her neck as his lips followed its path. She looked away and told the bartender her order. She had to get hold of herself. Julie Smith did not act and think this way. She was level headed, responsible, and definitely not ready for any kind of involvement with a man.
As her Heineken was delivered, she thanked the bartender and left a five dollar bill on the bar. Phil picked it up and handed it back. “I asked you. You can get the next one.”
“Deal” That smile again. He watched her hold out her hand to shake on it.
The chance to touch her again was too much. He reached out for her hand, but instead of shaking it, he tucked it into his hand and kissed it. He felt a shiver go through her and when their eyes met, Phil was lost.
Julie looked at her hand. It was tingling. Where he kissed, it was alive with sensation. She wanted to put it to her face and see if the tingling went to her cheek. She felt his pull when their eyes met. She didn’t know why, but she leaned over and softly kissed him. “I’m not usually so forward. I’m sorry.”
She blushed. “Don’t be. I was wondering how to do it without getting slapped.”
When she laughed it was rich and he wanted to hear more of it; for the rest of his life, if he could.
For heaven’s sake he was getting them married and they had just met. What was wrong with him? He needed to get laid. That was the problem. It had been too long. What? A month, two months, or longer, he couldn’t remember, but he knew if he didn’t he couldn’t see this girl again. Not without making a fool of himself.
“What do you do Phil?”
“I’m in business. I own a small company based in Philadelphia.”
Mike elbowed him. “Small my ass. It’s soon going to put us on the Forbes Top 500 list.”
Julie’s eyes went wide and her face reddened. “You’re that Phil Smith?” She suddenly stood and a whole series of unfortunate incidents began. Her beer tipped over spilling onto Phil’s pants. Phil jumped up and bumped Mike, pushing him into Mary who ended up with her drink down her front and her ass firmly planted on the floor.
Mary’s expression was priceless. Phil looked stunned. Julie laughed. It was a full out belly busting laugh. Mary started to laugh. Mike looked at them like they were nuts then he laughed.
“I’m so sorry.” The words were barely able to come out. She was about to burst into another uncontrollable fit of giggles. “I can be such a klutz when I’m nervous.”
She helped Mary up. “Let me help you clean up. We’ll go to the ladies room.”
“Gentlemen. If you’ll excuse us, I think that was a hint the lady wanted to have some girl talk.” Mary patted Phil’s back. “Honey maybe you should go clean yourself up a little. You look like you just had a false start.” She laughed at her quip and walked away.