Page 23 of The Last Date

“No,” she said quickly. “I’ll call and turn him down and apologize. It’s fine.”

“Is he a nice guy? Would you let Sarah go on a fake date with him?”

“Yes.”

“Then give me his number. “

Sasha opened her phone and showed me the number. I took it down while she was grabbing her jacket and purse. As she locked up the gallery, I made a call.

“Hey, Carrie,” I said, watching Sasha’s head whip around in surprise. “Just the other day you said it would be fun to go on a date with somebody totally new, right?”

“Yes,” my assistant said suspiciously. Carrie had worked with me for several years, and was used to all kinds of weird questions and requests. She came through every single time, but had no problem giving me a little attitude about it to make me laugh.

I quickly explained the situation, giving her Jason’s number. As soon as I ended the call, I took Sasha’s arm, walking her down the block as I called Jason.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Jason. You don’t know me, but I’m Sasha’s boyfriend, Oakley.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, man,” he said immediately. “I wouldn’t have asked her out if I knew that she wasn’t single.”

“It’s still really new,” I said, looking over to see Sasha taking in every word. “But I had a plan to kidnap her on Saturday.”

“That’s cool, thanks for letting me know. I can find someone else,” Jason said.

“I have a replacement date for you, if you’re interested,” I said. “Just the other day, my coworker Carrie mentioned that a wedding was a great place for a first date. She’s sweet, pretty, and is a blast to hang out with. Do you want her number?”

“Sure, why not,” Jason chuckled.

I gave him the number and put away my phone by the time we were at my car.

Sasha’s eyes grew huge as I opened the door for her. “This is your car?” she practically whispered.

“Well, the key worked, so I’m taking it,” I laughed.

We drove away, but not directly to her house. Sasha seemed content to take note of the incredible sound system, turning on some satellite station with strange tranquil music that sounded like it was designed for fairies in a meadow. I took a route that went near a large park, pulling into the parking lot.

“You can’t tell me we’re going for a hike,” Sasha laughed. “Unless you brought me shoes again.”

Reaching over her, I undid her seatbelt, threw her seat back all the way, then looked around to make sure the coast was clear. It was a bit awkward to climb over to her side, but worth it to watch the scorching look in her eyes as I laid over her.

“Just two minutes,” I said, unbuttoning the front of her shirt.

Sasha nodded, her lips already parted as I kissed her.

Pushing her bra up out of the way, I caressed her sensitive, silky skin. Hearing her moan against my lips as I skimmed my thumbs over her nipples and feeling her pinned under my body were incredibly satisfying.

“Yes,” she gasped, as I kissed down her throat, then pulled her breast into my mouth.

Her little fingers caressed my hair as I slid one hand up her outer thigh, slowly moving inward. By the time I reached her soft panties, tracing a finger through the cleft of her skin, they were already damp.

“One minute,” I murmured, swi

tching to the other breast as my hand slipped under her skirt and up her stomach.

Her hips began to writhe as I slipped my hand down to lightly massage her through her wet panties. Feeling her tender flesh so close was driving me crazy, but I knew I had to wait a bit longer.

Our mouths met again in a tangle of lips, tongues and breath. Her soft moans were becoming louder, as my finger slipped along the outline of a tiny nub of skin that made her quiver from head to toe.

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