I knew I was in for something swankier than my usual hangouts when I told the Uber driver where I was headed. The driver’s raised eyebrow was more than enough to tell me that this was no run of the mill bar.

Shakers Bar is a cocktail lounge with a fashionable address and apparently seems to be populated by the smoothest, coolest people in a six-block radius.

With its low lights and classy, minimalist décor I can see that the prices on these cocktails aren’t going to be cheap.

In fact, I’d be willing to bet that a single cocktail here would probably get me four boxes of East Side Sugar donuts!

Luckily for me though, it appears that my date has already got the first round in…

‘Hey there cutey,’ Nico says, looking dashing in his black jacket and open necked black shirt underneath. ‘I got you a fruity cocktail. I figured this would be your kind of flavor.’

‘You figured right!’ I reply, enthusiastic but trying to retain my cool, even if the sight of Nico’s powerful thighs underneath his finely tailored suit trousers is pretty much impossible to ignore. ‘You look very handsome.’

Yikes. I’m such a dork!

I feel my cheeks flush beetroot red.

But Nico doesn’t seem to mind my blurted-out compliment.

In fact, Nico might just like it…

‘That’s very kind of you, baby boy,’ Nico says, offering his hand. ‘Take my hand and come with me. I’ve got us the best seats in the house.’

As we walk over toward the private booth that overlooks the rest of the bar, Nico explains that he’s not impressed by hipster hangouts or exclusive clubs. All he cares about is the quality of the drinks on offer.

I like that attitude a lot.

It’s kind of like me with sweet treats – it doesn’t matter how many followers a bakery or candy store has on Instagram, it’s the flavors and goodness of the food on offer that ticks my boxes.

We sit down next to each other on the comfy seat.

I can feel Nico’s hard thighs pressing up to me, and I can’t help but flash a quick look down to his crotch –OMG… that looks crazy big!

‘Eyes up here,’ Nico laughs, a slight hint of menace in his voice. ‘I’m more than just a big cock.’

The pair of us laugh.

Well, mine’s more of a nervous, giddy giggle.

I’ve barely had a sip of my cocktail and I’m already feeling drunk – it must be the sheer excitement of being on a date with Nico.

I can see other guys in the bar checking Nico out from afar. But as far as Nico is concerned, I might as well be the only Little here…

‘Listen, I knew you were my kind of boy from OlderLittles.com,’ Nico says, sipping on his classic Old Fashioned. ‘But when we met at East Side Sugar… boy. That was something else.’

‘It was the same for me,’ I say, my voice trembling a little as it dawns on me just how much Nico wants me. ‘But… there’s something I need to ask.’

I can see Nico’s eyes focusing.

It feels like he’s burning a hole directly into the inner workings of my brain.

‘Sure, go ahead,’ Nico says, so confident and self-assured.

‘W-w-w-what do you do for a living?’ I say, not wanting to come right out and mention the M-word.

‘Let’s say I work in personal relations and problem solving,’ Nico says, a steeliness in his voice that I can’t help but find highly arousing. ‘We can get into the specifics another time, yes?’

‘Yeah, that sounds good,’ I say, realizing that Nico will only tell me more when he’s ready to.