Page 23 of Beneath the Blue Moon
After a few bites, she beams up at me.“This is delicious!”
“Thank you.Maybe next time,youcan makemedinner.”
“Deal.”
Not even through the first date and I already have a second.I’d say this is going well.
“Why are you still single?”she asks.“The women here mustbe crazy.”
“There have been… possibilities.”
She throws her head back and laughs, exposing her beautifulneck.I look down and my dick hardens at the sight of her breasts jiggling withlaughter.Fuck.
“Touché, Sheriff… But a guy like you should be married with two-point-fivekids by now.”
“I’ve just been waiting for the right woman.”
I stare into her eyes, all laughter gone from my face.Sheshifts uncomfortably and looks down at her plate.That’s not like her.Did Isay something wrong?
“I wish you luck in your hunt then,” she says.
“My hunt?”
“For the right woman.”
Oh, but I’ve already found her.“I think it’s beengoing very well lately.”
She looks back up at me with a smile.
“Good.You don’t have much time.What are you… like, forty?”
“Ah!Good one.I’m actually thirty-one.”
“Five years older than me.You’re practically ancient.”
You have no idea, my love.
“So, you’re twenty-six.Tell me something else about you.”
She looks up to the ceiling, chewing her lip as if ponderingwhat to say.
“Hmm… something about me….”Then she smiles and looks rightinto my eyes.I stop breathing because, once again, her beauty has taken mybreath away.“38C.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“38C.That’s my bra size.”
Fuck me.I can’t believe she just said that.I stop mid-chewand look down at the body parts in question.My dick is straining against my jeans,and I have to adjust myself—for all the good it does.
“Anything else?”she asks.
I look back to her face and the mischievous smile on herlips.I need to steer this conversation in a different direction.I clear mythroat to avoid my voice coming out as a high-pitched squeak.
“Birthday… favorite color… movie?”
“November twenty-seventh, red…Casablanca.”
“Casablanca?A little before your time, isn’t it?”
