Page 24 of The Family Man

“Let me take this from you. You two have a great night. We will lock up.” Rosemary takes the bouquet from me and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“Bye, girls,” I say.

Zac gives me his elbow to hold onto as I walk down the stairs.

I hear Anise whisper my name; I look around.

“Fuck him!” She is gesturing doggystyle with the help of Cassia.

“Only if she lets me, night ladies.” He growls and waves goodbye.

“Oh my God.” Rosemary groans and palms her face.

I snicker because I hear Cassia and Anise in the background laughing their guts out.

ZAC

I’m too old for this kind of shit. My palms are sweaty, my heart wants to jump out my chest, all because of the woman next to me.

I didn’t know what to expect when the door opened. Her sisters greeted me, and I can’t even recall the conversation. All I know is when her shoes touched the bottom stairs all I thought was. “Fucking mine.”

She is just so beautiful, and when she smiles, I stop to take it in, and my ass forgets to breathe. Other women would have still dressed overtly sexy just to impress me, I have seen some of the tightest dresses in my time.

Not Sage, her romper is perfect for what I have in mind. Don’t get me wrong, she still is sexy. When she turned to give her sister the flowers, my eyes drifted to her ass. The romper molded her butt so perfectly, my palm became itchy wanting to spank it.

I’m going to spank her ass and squeeze it. I want to so bad. The peekaboo cleavage makes me want to stare a bit longer at her chest.

How can a single jumper be this erotic? That’s what this is! She looks erotic and not a thing is showing.

“So where are we going?” she asks. We have been silent for about fifteen minutes. Honestly, I’m too tongue tied to speak.

“You’ll see.” That’s all I can get out. I sigh heavily. She peers through the window. I know I am messing up.

“How was your day?” she asks. She’s trying. I’m nervous, because unlike the other women I have been with. The air around her is different. I’m 6’5, over 250lb, and this little woman is making me nervous.

“It was great, I was able to get a couple of things done. I am happy you like the flowers.”

See I can talk, my brain cells start to work again.

I park the car at the edge of a gated field. Our surroundings are dark, but there is a hint of light over part of the field.

She glances around frightened. “Um, Zac? Is this a field?”

“I know how it looks, but just trust me. You’ll love it.” I jump out of the car, open the trunk, and take out the picnic basket.

Opening the car door, I extend my hand to help her out.

“Let me just say this. I took karate. I can whoop your ass.” She gives me her hand, I pull her to me, and stare down at her face.

“You can whoop my ass anytime you like, just say when.” I close the car door, and with her hand in mine, I lead her to the gate of the open field. I unlatch and open it.

She stands there watching me. I view the sign. “The Fields.”

“Everything okay?” Maybe this was a bad idea. I should have gone with dinner in a formal restaurant.

“Um my heels will sink into the earth, or gravel can make me fall.” I look down at my Timberlands. Women! I told her to dress comfortably.

“No problem, I will carry you. Hold this.” I extend the basket to her.

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