Page 32 of Revive

“I thought this was just sex.”

I laugh, grateful her unfiltered mouth is back. “Can I not feed you first?”

“I’m not opposed to it, it just wasn’t what I was expecting.” The sound of the train conductor announcing the next train interrupts her explanation.

“Care to share what you were expecting?”

“I don’t know, less clothes.” She pauses. “Dinner seems kinda intimate.”

“Intimate? Crazy, intimate is when my face is pressed up against your pussy. This is just food.”

“Fuck. Drix,” she hisses.

“What? You don’t want to tease me right back like you have been every night.”

“Let’s just say you’re lucky there’s a platform full of people standing around me right now.”

“Is that right?”

“Don’t underestimate what I’ve got stashed up my sleeve.”

“My dick’s hard just thinking about the possibilities.”

“And people say I’m the one who doesn’t think before I talk.”

“I can’t help it, you seem to be rubbing off on me.”

“And I am not walking into that one.”

“Seriously.” Putting our bold and brash conversation on hiatus, I try and convince her once and for all to meet up with me. “Let me pick you up from the station. We can go somewhere close and talk about work. Keep it light. Keep it casual.”

“I can do that. I’ll just text you the time the train pulls up, and where the easiest place to meet is.”

Relieved she isn’t shutting me down, I happily oblige.

Crazy: Train arrives at Meadowbank Station at 7:26. I’ll be at the Thai restaurant directly across the road by 7:30. See you soon

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The driveto Meadowbank isn’t quick. Arriving five minutes late, I walk in and spot her sitting cosily in a corner booth. Just as I’m about to reach her, the waiter slides in beside her, catching us both off guard. Blonde, blue-eyed and slightly shorter than me, his lean frame angles into her. Annoyed that he’s eating into my time with her, I walk a little faster, hoping to catch her attention. Unfortunately for him, he notices me first, taking it as his cue to swiftly slide himself away from her.

As he moves, her gaze follows, green eyes settling on mine. She offers me a coy smile and the smallest wave. While the confidence fuelled side of her personality is intoxicating, nervous Taylah is an alluring rarity.

She stands to greet me, and I enjoy the sexiness of her corporate outfit. From head to toe, I admire the curve of her breasts, peeking through her elegantly unbuttoned shirt, and accentuated by her high-waisted skirt. Down to her tight arse and toned legs, her heels are a wonderful addition to my own little fantasy.

“Sorry, I’m late.” Pressing my hand to the small of her back, I lean in and kiss her cheek.

“That’s okay. I had company.”

“I noticed,” I say, turning my head in the direction of the waiter. “I bet you can’t go anywhere without someone trying to hit on you.”

“It doesn't happen that often.” Her eyes veer off to the side, proof she's lying.

I catch her chin between my fingers and bring her eyes back to mine. “I call bullshit.”

Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug, as she takes her seat back in the booth. The same waiter comes back with menus, nodding at me with a tight, and unimpressed smile as he hands it to me.

“What's good here?” I ask, blatantly ignoring him.

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