Ever had a blind date that didn't turn out as you expected? That's what happens to Alyson when her friends set her up on a date. Who knew it would turn out even better than she thought?
How she let herself get talked into a blind date she didn’t know. Alyson Morrison was picky; too picky according to her friends. After the first date she would always find something wrong with the male and refuse any more dates. Her friends were all happily married, engaged or in serious committed relationships. Therefore it was their duty to make sure she was also similarly happy.
She
glanced at her watch for the third time, noting that the minute it turned 7 she
was out the door, even though the date was for 7. Right on the dot she looked
up to see the waiter leading a tall dark haired man her way. She felt a zap of
desire shoot through her as she took note of the broad width of his shoulders
and the way his suit clung to his well-toned body. She had to admit, he was a
lot better looking than the usual men that were sent her way.
“Miss
Morrison? My name is Drake Ashford. I believe that a mutual friend set us up,
correct?” he asked when the woman showed no signs of speaking. An elegant brow
lifted as he watched her visibly shake her head before raising her eyes to meet
his.
“Y-Yes
I believe so,” she murmured, her eyes meeting his electric blue ones before
glancing away. Drake’s lips tilted up in a small smirk as he took his seat.
“Have
you ordered anything to drink?” he asked. Alyson shook her head as she
concentrated on not staring at him. Perhaps she should get out and get laid
more often.
Drake
studied the woman carefully, his senses cataloging everything he saw. He could
see why she had been recommended to him. So far she was everything he was
looking for and he made a mental note to speak to Danielle about her. Desire
stirred to life, invading every inch of his body and he knew that he would have
her tonight.
Alyson
forced herself not to squirm underneath his gaze. She wanted him. She didn’t
care about a second date or a relationship. She wanted him in her bed, tonight.
She eyed him closely, realizing by the subtle tension within his frame that he
obviously felt the same attraction that she did.
“Do
you really want to waste time here when there are more…pleasurable activities
we could be engaging in?” he purred, his dark eyes gleaming. Alyson smirked as
she leaned back in her chair.
“You
aren’t hungry?” she asked in a falsely innocent manner. Drake chuckled, the
sound washing over Alyson and across her already heightened nerves.
“Oh
I’m hungry all right,” he murmured, his eyes once again devouring every inch of
her. He could sense the increase in her heart rate and smell the sweet scent of
her desire.
“In
that case why don’t we just skip dinner and head straight for dessert?” she
whispered. Drake nodded as he stood and offered her his hand.
“Your
place…or mine?” he asked. Alyson took his hand, the feeling of his skin
brushing against hers
“Drake
I don’t care where we go. I just want you inside me as soon as possible,” she
stated bluntly. Drake’s lips turned up in a knowing smirk as he led her past
the confused waiter and out of the restaurant.
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ReplyDeletewell well well,,,quite the intro. You've wasted no time have you now? *grinning* NICE JOB!