Chapter 1: Introduction
I waited in Boston’s fanciest Italian restaurant for me date, Heather. We matched on Tinder and I couldn’t believe it.
She looked like a movie star. Long blonde hair. Emerald eyes. Curvy figure. Women like her typically ignored men like me–normal guys, with average jobs, standard cars, and a penchant for watching football. Even so, my heart thumped with anticipation in the dim, sultry room.
I glanced up from the table. Vice and passion swirled in the air like cigar smoke. A violin serenaded the gathering while candles flickered from each table. She’d walked in without my knowledge and sat opposite. An aura of power offset her stunning beauty.
That green-eyed gaze sent a chill down my spine–a pleasant one.
“Hey, Drew,” she greeted with a devilish smile. I liked her voice. I liked it very much.
Before we ordered, Heather and I indulged in light conversation, ranging from our jobs to our hobbies, these romantic tales woven seamlessly with erotic undertones. I discovered the truth about her wild reputation. Yes, a notorious flirt. But, she’d never slept with any man she didn’t care about. This knowledge stirred a burning desire for her.
I wanted to unravel Heather's true nature, to edge beyond her coquettish appearance. My focus must've betrayed me since she said, "No more questions, Drew. Tell me a secret, something true–about your desires or, maybe, your limits. I’m dying to know."
She leaned in close, giving me a glimpse of milky cleavage. The heavy perfume was increasingly enticing, scintillating. I blushed and stammered, "I-I don't know where to begin.
I'm just an average guy, honestly."
just then, the waiter appeared. “What can I get for you miss?”
The waiter's eyes lingered on Heather’s breasts as he asked, and she just smirked.
“ I think I’ll have the swordfish” she said biting her lip as she gazed at Drew.
“And Drew?” she continued.
“Yes?” he answered, wanting to drown deep within her emerald eyes.
“what are you going to have, Silly” Heather giggled.
Drew snapped out of it “oh… the bone-in rib-eye, please”.
He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he returned his eyes to Heather.
The attraction between them crackled like an expensive wine, drawing out their conversation. They discussed music, art, and passion. It felt like they’d known each other for years, not hours.
A few hours later they were in Heathers brownstone apartment making out on her couch.
Drew had butterflies in his stomach as he explored her lips, moving his hands around her hips. He could feel her curves pressing against his body, her soft moans inviting him deeper.
Her place had a dim, sultry atmosphere. Heavy paintings leaned against the wall and a faint scent of incense hung in the air. A simple queen size bed sat in the center of the room, completeled with a messy black comforter. “I think it’s time for us to call it a night”
Heather whispered, gingerly pushing Drew away. “I want to more, but I want to take this slow.”
Her green eyes silently pleaded with him for understanding.
“Okay,” he obliged, arms still aching to full envelop scattering kisses across her porcelain skin.
Drew stumbled home, the cool night air slapping him out of his enchanted haze. Whirling images of Heather occupied him through a late night shower and send him rapidly into the darkness of sleep.