“Good morning, Braxton. How are you?”
“Good morning, Miss Luv. I’m doing great. And you?”
His voice wasn’t deep but it sure managed to go deep and make a few things tingle in me. Horny takes everybody with her.
“I’m well. I’m looking forward to our dinner date this evening.”
“That’s why I’m calling; there’s been a slight change of plans.”
If he cancels with a lame excuse I’m gonna let him have it.
“I have a last minute meeting with and I know I won’t get finished until after 8. How about you come by my place for a late dinner, nice conversation and a few adult drinks?”
Woooweeee, horny is ecstatic right now! Now I know good and damn well that I shouldn’t go over to his place. We’ve only been talking a few days, we sort of work together and my legs can spread like Country Crock. Aww, hell, I’m cheap. Make that the store brand.
“Ahhhhh, Braxton we can re-schedule. How about this weekend?”
“No, no, no. I want to see you. I have excellent kitchen skills and I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”
Perfect gentleman? Shit, he betta touch my titties or something.
“Alright, you talked me into it. Give me your address and I’ll be there at 8:30.”
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