Page 27 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
Yeah,I know this isn’t adate.But that doesn’t mean I can’t bring my A-game, charm and gentlemanly manners. A woman needs to be treated right. And if that woman is Serena, then she needs to be fucking worshipped.
That’s why I brought an ornate bouquet of flowers—to impress her. But wow, I’m far more impressed with her.
I try to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor as she enters the restaurant, wearing that drop-dead gorgeous dress that accentuates every curve of her tight, lean body.
And, her legs in those shoes. God damn. The image of them wrapped around my head as my tongue makes her cum fades into my mind.
I resituate myself to accommodate for my Serena-inspired growth.
This womanisa fucking Goddess. I was not wrong about that assumption in the slightest. But something tells me that she could wear a fucking potato sack and still give me a raging hard on.
“You look… stunning,” I admit.
“Thank you,” she smiles, shyly.
I extend my arm, giving her the flowers.
“These are beautiful, thank you.” She brings the bouquet up to her nose and smells the flowers. “A little presumptuous for abusinessdinner, don’t you think?” Her brow lifts inquisitively, but she smiles.
“Business or not, a woman always deserves flowers. Shall we?” I place my hand on the small of her back, right above her ass—I’m very aware—and point her in the direction of our table.
The bottle of champagne I ordered is already uncorked and poured in our respective glasses, as requested.
“Where is everyone?” She looks around the restaurant and slides into her seat when I pull it out for her.
“This is business and should be handled discretely. I requested that Per Se respect our privacy. So they helped me buy out all the other folks who had reservations tonight so I’d get the place to myself” I tell her as I settle into my seat and grab my champagne flute. “Cheers to defeating the bad guy.”
She smiles and clinks her glass with mine.
“Hmm…this is delicious.”
“That’s what a million dollars taste like, doll,” I say while savoring the bubbly. Taste of Diamonds, the finest, most expensive champagne on the market. And, she’s worth every damn penny.
She almost chokes on it when I say that, but I just laugh it off. Usually it takes my dick to test a gag reflex, so this approach is a new one for me. But I’ve also never spent this much money on a woman before.
She’s my first.
Look at that, baby, I still have firsts to give.
She regains her posture. “So tell me, Mr. Big Shot, why a gym? Are you just that vain?” She smirks and tilts her head.
“Frankly. There was a time when I wasn’t this good-looking. Hard to believe, right?” I wink at her.
The waiter interrupts me before I can continue. I order my regular—filet, medium rare with a rich cabernet on the side. I’m about to order her the same, but she stops me.
“I’ll have the salmon, please.” She stares at me with a faint smile.
Damn, this woman. I might like it more when she challenges me than when she agrees.
“Continue. You were saying something about being hideous in a previous life.” She brings the champagne flute to her mouth. Her lips slide over the edge and my cock twitches at the sight. Those fucking lips.
“I guess you could say that. I was fucking skinny as fuck in high school. I weighed less than a table, I swear. Because I was genetically predisposed towards low muscle mass. Both of my parents were anemic. Because of that, while I was in college, I took an interest in my health. It became my everything. I worked constantly, took health courses, and here I am now, your wet dream come true, with the muscles to match” I wink, and she responds with an exaggerated eye roll.
“Did getting in top shape make you so vulgar too?” she asks me.
“It’s more fun that way. But in all seriousness, my mom died from a fall. Osteoporosis. My dad from heart disease exacerbated by a low red blood cell count. That’s why I became obsessed health; I want to avoid that path. And, my line of work gives me the chance to help others do the same. To help them live a long and healthy life while providing them the tools so they can be confident and proud in their bodies.”
