Page 13 of A Night To Remember

“Okay, Steve, I’ll bite. Describe her to me.” Jake plucked off his reading glasses, sighing with resignation. For such an intelligent guy, Steve let the little head control the big one way too much.

“Well, all I have to say is this chick is smokin’ hot. She’s a black lady, about average height, slim, a little small on top but her ass makes up for it. You have got to check out this woman’s ass. It’s like something out of a rap video but it actually looks natural.”

Jake signed. He didn’t think any woman’s ass could compare to Charlie’s. Damn. He didn’t want to think about her. He didn’t want to think about how much more that night had meant to him than it had to her. After all this time thoughts of her still infiltrated his mind.

“…And her lips…very sexy…”

Charlie’s lips had been very sexy, Jake thought, tuning in and out to what Steve was saying.

“…name made me laugh…”

Jake did pick up on that, and a chill ran down his spine.

“What’s her name?” Jake asked more casually than he felt.

“Charlie Brown. Funny name for such a pretty lady, but what’s in a name?”

“Yes, what’s in a name?” Jake answered absently.

Steve leaned on the desk, waving his hand in Jake’s face.

“What’s the matter Jake?”

“I…I think I know her.”

“Really?” Steve asked incredulously. “From where?”

“From…” Jake trailed off.

Jake had never told Steve what had happened three years ago. At the time he had been too embarrassed by the fact that he had jumped the gun in thinking there was possibly a future in store for Charlie and him. Charlie obviously didn’t. Steve was a good guy, but Jake knew his friend wouldn’t understand his dilemma.

What was he going to say now after all this time? That he met this woman three years ago, they had a one-night stand and then she disappeared? Or should he tell Steve that Charlie Brown had made him feel things he had never experienced with any other woman before or since he’d been with her? How could he explain to his friend that bit of information when Jake wasn’t so sure of his own feelings? Charlie had never given him a chance to find out.

“From where?” Steve persisted.

“I believe I met her three years ago.”

Steve pursed his lips. “Yeah, sure. You’re just saying that so that you can get a piece. I know you have a thing for big asses.”

Jake gritted his teeth with impatience. He didn’t have time for this. “Fine. Don’t believe me.” Jake rubbed his now aching temples before he spoke again. “Look, I really need to concentrate on these reports. So I will talk to you later,” Jake dismissed.

Steve looked lightly perturbed, but didn’t press. “Sure, man. I’ll drop by later with the report you requested. I also want to go over that meeting I had with the Banner group last week when you have some time.”

“Sure.” Jake wasn’t paying attention as Steve let himself out.

Charlie Brown was probably not as uncommon a name as any, but the fact that Steve pointed out her most memorable features, Jake knew in his heart it was his Charlie. Jake thought he would never see her again. After she had disappeared he couldn’t stop thinking about her so he had hired detectives in North Carolina to track her down. He had given them all the information he knew about her, but they had turned up nothing. Now she was here in the very same building. His heart raced.

Jake could still remember the taste of her, the feel of her soft dark skin and the way his cock had felt inside of her. He had been with several women since that encounter, trying to wipe her from his memories but to no avail. No one had felt the way she had in his arms.

Did she have a lover? Was she finally over her husband? Would she remember him? From the sound of it, Charlie was as sexy as he remembered. She may have used him three years ago, but this time things would be different. Finally the time had come to find out exactly what his feelings for her were. One thing hadn’t changed in the past three years. He still wanted her.

Chapter Five

“So, Char, how’s your first day going at MBF?” Laura asked, taking a sip of her iced tea. The two women had decided to have lunch at a local Italian restaurant close to their office building.

Charlie sat back and looked at her friend over her glass of diet cola. She owed her so much.

Charlie and Laura had been best friends since middle school. Her friend was of Filipino and Irish descent, petite and compact, and one of the most stunning women Charlie had ever seen. From an early age, the boys followed Laura wherever she led. The woman was never short on dates. Although tiny, Laura made up for her small stature with her loud, outspoken ways. Charlie was the more sedate of the two. Where Laura was high strung, Charlie was laid back. Despite their differences in personality, the two women got along very well, each willing to lay down their life for the other.

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