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took her hand as she swayed and tried to
grab the door frame. I nearly needed to do the same myself. I’d just felt it,
that elusive “crackle” that everyone spoke about when they touched someone they
apparently had amazing sexual chemistry with. It shot up my arm and straight down,
zapping the hell out of my cock and balls. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I shouldn’t be
seeing her, this was crossing a seriously unprofessional line. It seemed my
body was ignoring my head however, as I stepped forward and slipped an arm
around her, placing my palm in the small of her back as I leaned in and kissed
her soft smooth cheek.
    ‘Miss Beresford, you look
stunning tonight,’ I whispered in her ear as I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath. I could smell honey in her hair. Sweet hair, sweet woman and, if my
intuition served me as well as it normally did, I’d lay money on her having the
sweetest tasting cunt as well. I couldn’t turn her away, I had to have her, to
know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, to know if she’d feel as good as I
was imagining when I fucked her. It was only for the night. One night, then I
could get her out of my system and get back to being emotionally detached, the
way I needed to be. The way I had to be.
    ‘Mr. Steele,’ she breathed in a
sexy tone that made me shudder.
    ‘Please, call me Logan,’ I
replied, cursing myself for loving the way my surname sounded rolling off her
tongue.
    ‘You’d better call me Summer
then. So how does this work?’
    ‘Well, first you come in and I offer
you a drink. You seem nervous. I promise there’s no need to be. We’re just a
couple on a date, Summer.’
    ‘Ok,’ she nodded. I reluctantly
let go of her hand and gestured for her to step inside and had to tear my eyes
off that curvaceous backside as she slinked over to the lounge area. Fuck, my
cock had just got even harder at the thought of taking that backside. I don’t
think she actually had any idea that she was sexy, she had an almost innocent
glow about her. I closed the door and walked over to her taking my time, so I
could appraise her body and it didn’t disappoint, in any way.
    ‘Can I get you a drink?’
    ‘What do you have?’ she asked as
she blinked up at me. I was six foot one, even in heels she was barely five
foot ten, but she was one sexy voluptuous little package.
    ‘I’ll surprise you,’ I smiled. I
already knew what she’d like. I had a bottle of Champagne chilling, but not the
cheap stuff she drank as a poor substitute. I also knew that she liked Crème de
Cassis in it as well, to add a little extra sweetness to it.
    ‘You’ve already surprised me.’
    ‘How so?’
    ‘The lily and the clothes and …
accessories. They’re so beautiful, thank you so much. How did you know?’
    ‘Shouldn’t every attentive man
know how to please his date?’
    ‘Well, one can hope,’ she smiled.
‘Why did you choose green lingerie?’
    ‘Virgin for the night, green for
naivety, white seemed too obvious a choice,’ I smiled, then frowned as I saw
her chewing the inside of her lip. ‘Why are you so nervous?’
    ‘This is just a bit surreal. I
don’t even know you and you seem to know so much about me.’
    ‘Then let me get you that drink
and we can have a seat, relax and get to know each other, just like any couple
on a first date would, before we eat.’ I smiled at her again, thinking fuck the
aphrodisiac risotto I’d planned to make for her, I’d rather eat her, lick her
over and over until those pink cheeks turned scarlet as she panted my name in
that thick chocolate tone and tightened her thighs around my ears.
    ‘Thanks,’ she gave me a half-smile
and went and perched herself on the edge of the sofa, looking anything but
relaxed. I returned with her drink, and a glass of still water with lime for
myself.
    ‘Here you are, Summer.’
    ‘You know my favourite drink,
too? Is there anything you don’t know about me?’
    ‘I’m very good at what I do,’ I
smiled, with a