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building. 7:00 pm.
    -Jeremy
    He couldn’t blow her off completely, but at least he could push her out for a week.  He chose the restaurant in his own building to minimize the travel time. He could be done with dinner and back home before the night was even over. He hoped he could keep it short.
    The next day was a blur, and lingering resentment about the obligatory dinner he had scheduled with his stepsister faded as he focused instead on work, and the upcoming date he had with Ms. Prince. At the end of the day as he shut down his computer, he impulsively clicked on her picture again from the dating service. He definitely found her to be attractive, he just had to see if they got along, and gauge whether or not she would be able to handle him. Not many women could, at least not long term. He stared at her picture again, contemplating. The fact that she was willing to seek out someone like him was definitely promising. 
    Tuesday night Jeremy got off the elevator on the top floor of the Crown building and headed to the lobby of the restaurant Amaryllis.  The Crown building was a new acquisition for Jeremy, who had recently branched out into corporate real estate. Having made so much of his money in online ventures and financial investments, it was nice to own something tangible. He had since bought several buildings and hotels in the area, including the building he lived in.
    He glanced at his watch and grimaced when he saw he was already five minutes late. He strode directly over to the maître d. “Reservation for Mr. King,” he said. Jeremy kept a low profile, and was glad the staff didn’t know who he was, making it possible for him to use the alias Mr. King without worrying anyone would recognize him. The maître d checked his book and then smiled broadly.
    “Ah, yes your party has already arrived. Please follow me to your table,” he said, holding his arm out to direct him to the dining room. It was a modern open area.  Large windows lined the walls and provided a stunning view of the city.  Linen covered tables dotted the room and a large mahogany bar sat off to the side. Jeremy followed as they wove through a sea of patrons, thinking how ironic it was that he was meeting someone in such a refined elegant atmosphere for the express purpose of exploring their sexual desires. It felt depraved, yet exhilarating.   Just the thought of that alone was enough to make his dick stiffen under his suit coat.  The maître d slowed as they approached a table in the center of the room.  A woman sat in profile to him, he was glad to get a glimpse of her before she saw him.   She had brown hair that tumbled in curls over her shoulder. In an instant he wondered what all that hair would look like splayed over a pillow.  She wore a red dress that wrapped around her body, showing off voluptuous curves and accentuating a flat narrow waist. A thin string tied in a bow fastened the dress at the side. He smiled at that and imagined pulling on that string would feel like unwrapping a lovely present. She turned as he approached and he caught a view of her in profile.  She was striking.   Her look was definitely unique, and he was a great admirer or rare beauty.
    “Ms. Prince,” he smiled down at her at the table and held out his hand.
    “Mr. King,” she replied. Jeremy focused his eyes on her in as he sat down.  She had bright blue eyes, full pouty lips and delicate features. She looked even better than her photograph.
    My God, she’s beautiful.
    The moment he saw her he knew he wanted her; wanted to see her shaking under his touch, trembling at his command. When their eyes met he made a vow to himself, a secret goal. He knew before the night was through he was going to make her come.
    The secret reason for their meeting was already getting to Jeremy and he felt a rush of heat swell within him.  He shook her hand and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.  As he did so, a bouquet of fragrance hit him. He inhaled, drawing