“You want to…well, um.” I don’t know what to say about this.
My cheeks warm quickly and suddenly, I’m breathing a little harder. What the heck do I say to that? He’s only interacted with me twice and he’s already telling me that.
My tongue is all tied and the area between my legs is pulsating. I haven’t had time to have sex in so long that a feather could probably get me off. While thinking about that, the line falls silent for a second before Ronan speaks.
“You seem flustered.” He says, the ice in the background clinking again.
I force a laugh.
“I mean, that really came out of nowhere.”
“I’m a forward type of man, Lina. I find you very sexually attractive and I want nothing more than to sink my cock right into you.”
Holy shit….as much as I want to believe that this is amazing, I have to be a little skeptical. I’ve never met a man this straightforward before. Most guys beat around the bush and lie about how much they care about your thoughts. Nope, not this guy. He knows exactly what he wants and I find I mildly sexy. Not that I’m really experienced with his type.
“Ronan, as much as I want to respond to that with the way I’m feeling, I can’t. I don’t know you that well and I don’t want you to think I’m that easy.”
“I completely understand and I know you’re not easy. You may work in a rough place, but I see through you. It makes me want you more, but I don’t want to make you feel weird. If you want, I could arrange a dinner for us. I’d love to take you out.”
A part of me says to say no and hang up, but the curiosity is just too strong. I’m dying to know what the deal is about Ronan and why’s he is so interested in me. Lying there staring at my ceiling, with my fingers trailing over my stomach, just itching to go below the waistband of my underwear.
“Um, I’ll have to check my schedule.”
“Do you have any off days soon?”
While on the phone, I check my calendar app. A part of me is hoping for an off day. I don’t even know this man that well yet I’m hoping to spend time with him. He seems so forward, but very mysterious. When I see a blank space on my calendar two days from now, I smile.
“I’m off on Thursday.” I’m also off Friday, but I don’t tell him that.
“Great. I will pick you up at 8.”
“Who says I’m going to give you my address?”
“Hmm, smart girl. You can meet me then.” His tone sounds satisfied.
“Well, I suppose I should let you get to bed.”
“Yes, I’m quite tired.”
“But before you go, what are you wearing?”
“Um, I’m wearing a ratty old t-shirt.” Maybe I should have said something a little sexier.
“I’d love to rip that shirt off of your body, suckle your breasts, drag my tongue over your nipples.”
My breath hitches and I clench my thighs together. Pulling my mouth away from the phone, I moan softly. I pull myself together just enough to say something.
“Good night, Ronan.”
“Good night, Lina.”
The next morning, I wake feeling more energized than I usually do. Rolling onto my side, I grab my phone and see that I have a text from Ronan. It’s a simple “Good morning”, but it makes me smile.
Rolling onto my back like a giddy school girl, I laugh just as Blaire comes into the room with coffee.
“Wow, you’re actually awake at 9am?”
I roll my eyes.
“Yes.” I can’t manage to hide my smile and she squints her eyes at me.
“What has you so happy?”
I wonder if I should tell her about Ronan or if I should lie. I barely know the man myself and if I tell her about him, she’s going to be suspicious about him. She’ll tell me not to talk to him again because he may be a murderer or rapist. I know I should be thinking those things myself and I have, but Ronan just gives me this vibe that he’s anything but dangerous. However, if he is, I’d at least want one person to know about him.
“I, um, met a guy at the bar.”
Her eyes widen and she quickly flops down on my bed.
“Details. I want to know everything.”
I tell her everything I know about Ronan so far and when I tell her about meeting him for dinner, her expression is anything but approving.
“Line, I don’t think you should do this. He seems like some old creepy guy. You’re young and he probably thinks you’re easy to prey on. I say no.”
As I expected. Shrugging, I look down at my phone.
“I just thought I’d give him a chance. He seems nice.”
“No old man has any business trying to talk to a girl your age.”
She is right, but my curiosity is still there. I don’t know what to tell her to make her change her views because technically they are valid. I know she’s older and wants to look out for me, but sometimes I have to make my own decisions.
“Well, I guess you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll cancel and delete his number.” I lie.
“Good.” Blaire nods.
I feel awful lying to her like that, but I’d just like the chance to choose what I do with who I want to do it with. I never tell her what she should and shouldn’t do. So I’d like for her to step back sometimes and just let me be an adult.
Since I’m lying to her about see Ronan, I decide not to tell her about my off days so that she won’t expect me to be home the night I go meet him. I honestly feel like I’m doing something bad, but I’m not.
Blaire doesn’t bring up Ronan anymore and when she leaves for work, I can openly text him.
How’s your day going? I text him.
It’s going. I’m currently in a business meeting.
Do you want me to let you go?
Not at all. I want you to tell me what you’re wearing.
For some reason, this game he’s playing turns me on.
I’m in yoga pants and a sports bra.
You do yoga?
Fascinating. I love a woman who cares about her body.
Well working in a bar can cause a few aches and pains being on my feet all night. Yoga helps.
We continue to text pretty much all day. In between serving drinks, I text him and he texts back immediately. I don’t know if it’s just him or if it’s the consistent attention, but I find myself pretty excited to talk to him. I’m even more excited to meet him for dinner. We don’t talk about anything out of the ordinary. He asks me about myself and I ask him the same. As of right now, I now that he’s a business executive and he’s 45. No kids. No wife. He likes to travel. His hobbies are golf and art collecting.
Anyone my age would be turned off by a 45-year-old man being attracted to them, but I’m not. I’ve dated guys my age and it’s just never worked out. I like the fact that Ronan is older and knows exactly what he wants and according to him, he wants me.
Our conversations seem to run together and before I know it, it’s Thursday. When Blaire leaves for work, I immediately hop in my car and go shopping or something to wear. I’m not a flashy kind of girl, but knowing Ronan, he’s probably going to want to meet at some fancy place so I decide to buy a red halter top dress with that back out. The flowy skirt stops just above my knee. I pair it with black heels and a small black clutch. When Ronan asks what I’m wearing tonight, I tell him it’s going to be a surprise. I hope he really likes it.
I don’t expect to have sex with Ronan tonight, but it doesn’t stop me from shaving every inch of my body for some reason. I think it’s just because I’m very nervous and just need to be occupied.
An hour before dinner, Ronan texts me the address and it’s indeed a fancy place that I wouldn’t think of ever going to on a normal Thursday. Butterflies begin to grow in my tummy as I get ready and I must say it’s been a long time since I’ve dressed up for anything. If I remember correctly, the last time I dressed up was my high school prom.
When it’s about time for me to leave, I slip on the dress and unpin the curls in my hair so they can fall loosely over my shoulders. Sneaking into Blaire’s room, I spray on some of her expensive perfume before texting Ronan that I’m on the way. Before walking out of the door, I look in the mirror and silently ask myself if this is what I really want to do. This could go badly and I could end up hurt, yet here I am ready to test the limits in meeting a man I don’t really even know. A daring part of me that I’ve enver really seen, looks in the mirror and smirks. I’ve never felt more ready to test those limits before.