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“No, a fair blonde.”

Stopping with my card mid-air, I look at his serious expression.

“She was in here the other night, you know. Your girl.”

“Oh,” I answer curiously.

“And she wasn’t alone.”

I can feel my brows pull together in a scowl. It’s one thing to have your suspicions, but to have it confirmed-

“Don’t go thinking the worst, son. She almost tripped over her own tongue trying to introduce the young man. Her cousin, I believe. She seemed almost frantic to clear the air.”

The immediate relief at his statement takes me by surprise. Why had one date with this girl had such an effect on me?

“Haven’t you two been seeing each other?”

I just shake my head. Unable to explain why I haven’t tried harder to reach out to her and how stupid I feel at letting my insecurities get the best of me.

“I’ve been working here a long time, Michael. I’d like to think my place is very romantic. I see a lot of couples enjoying a special occasion here. Some first dates, sure. But you two. I don’t think I’ve seen a couple so drawn to one another. I worried you wouldn’t have a chance to eat for all of the talking and smiling you two were doing.”

“Oh, so you watched the whole thing, did ya?” I laugh awkwardly.

“Not the whole thing. Enough. Don’t let that one get away, son. I think there’s something magical between you. You reminded me of my Maria and our first date.”

“Well, that obviously worked out well.”

“Thirty-seven years and counting. Ah, go home. Your food will get cold.” He slaps me on the shoulder and walks away before I can say another word.

* * *

It’s been a week since I’ve seen Ava, and she hasn’t left my thoughts. Am I making a mistake by even entertaining another date with her? Maybe I should just clear the air about what I saw. But I don’t want to come off as some possessive stalker.We’ve had one fucking date.Hell, she probably hasn’t thought about me since I left her office, regardless of what Luigi thought he saw.

But she did seem pretty excited to see me before we were so rudely interrupted by Dr. Dick. I don’t know what to think anymore. Who knows if she even received the business card I left? Internally, I struggle with this as Joanie seems like a meddlesome woman, and I can’t imagine she wouldn’t have taken great joy in pointing out my number on the flip side of that card when she presented it to Ava.

Lying in this generic hotel room in southwest Virginia, I lie back in the bed with my head propped up on several pillows. There’s always a game on, but I find I’m too preoccupied to enjoy it. Usually, I’d be searching the bar for a different distraction. However, I haven’t been interested in looking for pussy when all I can think about is Ava. Does she ever think of me when she’s alone?

Taking a swig of my nearly empty beer, I place the bottle down on the bedside table and shrug off my pants and shirt. Climbing into the bed, I lie back down and remember how sweet Ava looked when she made that silly face of disgust regarding having lunch with Stark.

I’m choosing to believe her. I have no reason to doubt her beyond my own misgivings. She seemed flushed when I first arrived at her office. Was she still feeling bad? I’d managed to control my physical response to her until she practically ran around her desk to greet me. Having her beautiful body so close was perplexing. I was angry at what appeared to be her dismissal of me, but my body was on high alert. She smelled heavenly. Not as much of a minty aroma as it was fresh. Her pheromones probably smell like the arrival of a first winter’s snow. Clean, crisp, beautiful. Making you want to snuggle up with her to keep warm.Good lord. What’s happening to me? I’m officially losing it.

It was a struggle to keep one hand in my pocket and the other on my briefcase with her so close to me. I recall wanting to grab her and pull her to me, bite that succulent lower lip and slide my tongue into her sweet mouth.

Lying in this bed, recounting memories from that odd day, elicits more arousal than awkwardness. I can feel myself growing hard, as I always do when alone with my thoughts of her. This is nothing new, as jacking off to visions of my sweet Elsa has become commonplace. I can picture her pale skin, imagine her sweet dusky nipples, and her swollen, pink pussy all laid out for me. A buffet beyond the likes of anything Luigi could offer up. I pull rigorously at my hard cock as I picture her plump, soft, pink lips wrapped around my shaft. God, what I’d give to fuck her mouth. My dick is so engorged, it’s becoming painful. Reaching down, I use my left hand to cup my balls and stroke my pulsating cock with my right.

My mind shifts gears, picturing her on her back, her long blonde locks tousled about her on the pillow. I fist my cock harder, pretending she’s underneath me as I pump my dick and reach out to stroke her soft, wet folds. I won’t last a minute once I’m nestled into her hot center. Lining myself up, I push in and picture her face awash with endorphins. Fuck, what I’d give to see her come while my heavy cock was nestled deep inside her. Spreading my legs wide, I pick up the pace, beating my swollen rod with ferocity now. I’m nearly there.Fuck, this girl.Feeling the pressure build, I know I’m about to unload. In my mind, I watch as I withdraw from her tight body and spurt ropes of come across her pale chest and belly, marking her. Attempting to slow my ragged breaths after another lonely climax I’ve given myself, I peer down at the mess I’ve made. I’ve never had difficulty finding a warm body to share my evenings with while I’m away. Yet it appears I now prefer the visions of the ice princess to real-life orgasms with anyone else.

Ten minutes later, I return from the shower and think I might finally be able to doze. As I reach for the bedside lamp, I notice there’s a message lit on my phone. Worried my mom has attempted to reach me while I’ve been preoccupied with fantasies ofElsa, I quickly open the phone and check for any missed calls.

Returning to the messaging app, I open it to find a picture. Ava’s sitting beside Joanie and another woman I don’t recognize wearing a Flying Squirrels T-shirt and a radiant smile. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and there’s a bit of pink staining her cheeks. The Richmond Flying Squirrels are a minor league double-A club affiliate of the San Francisco Giants. While not the big leagues, attending their games is still a lot of fun. They tend to be more engaging, with lots of crazy antics and giveaways for the fans. Finally able to pull away from the vision of this woman’s face on my phone, I look underneath the picture at the text.

Ava Kennedy

8:20 p.m.

Ava: I wish you were here. No, really. I don’t know a thing about baseball. Winky face emoji.

I cannot stop the grin from taking over my face. This girl. Shewasthinking about me. Well, obviously not the same way I was thinking about her. I try to gather my thoughts before attempting to text her back.

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