Forever Attraction (2 page)

“Hey, man, you cleaned up nice.” Andrew compliments, as I arrive into the dining room at the back of
Blue and Red
. One of Andrew famous restaurants. Probably, the most famous of them all. He owns six. That’s why we partnered up to start this new business endeavor. I need the money, and he wants to break into chain ownership.

“Thanks.” I gaze around the room. There’s a four person table set with candles and flowers. He’s going all out for this date. He must like this Anne he mentioned this morning. I’m willing to bet she’s blonde with big tits. That’s all I’ve seen him with the past week. Most of them don’t know their heads from a hole in the wall. It’s nearly impossible to have a conversation with one of them. Even, the women he’s set me up with are just as airheaded. The only intellectual conversation I’ve had with a female lately has been with my general manager, Tina. But, that was all business and no pleasure. She’s spent the past few days trying to procure this downtown New York restaurant location for me. It’s in the works, and I hope to have it locked in and a contract signed in the next three weeks.

I sit down and drum my fingers on the edge of the table.

“So when is this new date of mine supposed to be here?”

“Soon.” Andrew says and takes a seat opposite me. He’s even fancier dressed than usual. Blue collared shirt and tan Dockers. Pretty spiffy.

Five minutes later a maître d’ in a tux enters. In tow, is a beautiful blonde woman in a rather flashy red dress. She’s definitely Andrews’s type. Both he and I stand, and Andrew makes his way over to his date.

“Hello, baby, I’ve missed you.” He says sweetly to, who I assume, is Anne.

He must really like her if he’s talking that affectionately. Most of the time, he’s a bit demeaning to his dates. I cast my gaze around her.

Holy Mary Mother of God! There stands the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen. Wow! She’s perfect with long brown hair just how I like. Her body is amazing and thin. She’s short, but wearing black heels and a white shirt with a rather form fitting skirt that shows off her curves. Sweet Jesus she’s like a hot secretary. Yum. I swallow hard to stop the drool pooling in my mouth, and my dicks starts to rise. This isn’t good. Stay down you stupid monster. She’s probably like the rest of the brain dead bimbo’s Andrews set me up with.

There are a few words exchanged between Andrew and Anne. But, this stupid dick of mine won’t stop growing. I just hope no one notices. Thank God, this room is so dim and my pants are dark denim jeans. If I was wearing a pair of dress pants, I would have been screwed. There would be no way to hide this monster. My jeans should help me conceal it a bit better. Thank the lord.

The beautiful goddess walks towards our table. Even the way she walks is graceful. My heart is pounding. Along with my erection. I need to adjust but I can’t, it’ll be too obvious.

“Brad, this is Tylah, my best friend.” Anne introduces rubbing her hand sexily along Andrews arm. He’s getting laid tonight. But, now that I think about it, is there ever a night he doesn’t? Nope, probably not.

I offer my hand to Tylah; which, she accepts and shakes it firmly. Did I just feel sparks? Or, is that just my testosterone running on high?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tylah.” I make out with an awkward smile. Please don’t look down. Please don’t.

“You too, Brad. So, I hear you are friends with Andrew.” She says and that voice of hers is amazing. I could picture myself waking up to that sweet voice every morning for the rest of my life.

Oh God, I’m an idiot. Get your shit together dude. You’re losing it.

She takes a seat, and begins to slide her fingers over the bouquet of red roses Andrew must have purchased for her. If I’d known I was going to meet the woman of my dreams tonight; I probably would have filled this entire damn room with roses.

I take a deep breath and sit down. Pulling my chair up far enough, I reach under the table, inconspicuously, and adjust my raging boner pushing him up through the top of my boxer briefs’ waistband. If I was a normal man, it would stop there, but the stupid thing is touching my belly button. If I pulled up my shirt right now, you’d see him in all his gigantic glory. How embarrassing is this? I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a hard on just looking at a woman fully clothed. I’m pathetic.

“Yes, sort of. I’m looking to co-own a restaurant chain with him. The first one we want to open will be here in New York, and if it progresses as we think, it’ll be a huge hit. He, typically, does individual restaurants, and I’ve been successful with chains.” I answer her, as coolly as possible. I have to keep my wits about me. I’m a thirty-six year old man, for crying out loud, and I’m acting like a teenager with a hormone problem all of a sudden.

“That’s fascinating, Brad. What kind of chains do you own? I know Andrew has this restaurant and a few others in the city.” She asks. I can’t tell if she is actually interested in knowing about my business or being polite, but I don’t care. As long as I get to look at her.

“I have a chain of fifteen Mexican restaurants around the country called Pablo Verde, and a smaller Italian chain of six called Vino’s.”

Her mouth drops open. What have I said? I hope that’s a good thing. I rub my hands onto my jeans. My palms are sweaty. Damn.

“You mean Vino’s, as in the Italian restaurant with homemade bread and dipping oil? You have signature salads of cucumber, romaine lettuce, tomatoes and bacon?”

Holy shit, how does she know about Vino’s? There isn’t one for miles. I think this woman just got even better.

I chuckle, pleasantly surprised. “Yes, that’s the one. You’ve been?”

She stares at me, then looks down at my arms, and back at my face again. Must be checking out my tattoos. I’ve got plenty more than those. Wonder if that’s a turn off or on for her? With how classy she appears, I’d bet they are a turn
off
. Of course they are. I’m an old, fat man with tattoos. She’s got to be in her early twenties. Way out of my league.

“I’ve been to it like fifty times. There’s one about an hour out of the city. I sometimes take vacations at this little B&B about five miles from it. I eat there every day when I stay.” She admits.

How is this possible? Vino’s and now my sisters B&B; that’s just too much of a coincidence. Now, I know she’s too good to be true. Andrew must have set this up. Bastard!

“You stay at Lolita’s?” I perk my brows. Interested in what new factoids she might have learned from Andrew. It is wrong to play with my head.

She chuckles softly with a lovely smile and twirls her hair in her fingers. My dick jumps. Tylah is absolutely beautiful. And my sister, Amy, would certainly find her ravishing.

“Of course Lolita’s. I love that place. I go there every year after Christmas, and I try to stay a weekend or so every other month. If I get time. I’m busy with work a lot. But, I love that place. It’s so comforting.”

Sureeeee she does. Not! There’s no Tylah that my sister talks about. I’d know. I speak to her constantly.

I smile at her knowingly. She’s been caught. No lying to me. I’m going to knee Andrew in this balls later for this.

“Yeah, I love it too. I’ve not met anyone who’s stayed there. Unless, I’m visiting the area myself. It’s off the beaten path. My sister’s the one who bought the place about seven years ago. That’s the only way I’d ever know about it.” I say rubbing my fingers along the edge of the table, to calm my nerves. My anger is spiking. I don’t want to blow up, but this lying has got me on edge. I breathe in deep.

“Amy’s your sister?” she asks excitedly, her beautiful eyes brighten with enthusiasm.

Whoa! Now she knows my sisters name. Did I tell Andrew that? Well, I don’t think so, but he knows I have a sister, who owns a B&B called Lolita’s. It’s easy to find it through google.

I snatch up my bottle of Sam Adams on the table. Andrew had it brought in before I arrived. I tilt its opening to my mouth by the neck with my two fingers. I swallow hard and lick my lips. “Yep, my older sister. I’ve got a brother too.” I confess.

“Don’t tell me you share the same mother? Because that would mean Ruby is your mom.”

If Amy is my sister, doesn’t that make sense that Ruby is my mom? Wait…she knows about my mom?

I look over and see a waiter standing beside her. Don’t have a clue when he arrived. Been too engrossed talking to this pretty little liar. Hell, at least she’s entertaining. Better company than the past woman Andrews set me up with. This one at least has a brain.

“Tylah, what would you like?” Andrew asks.

She sits back in her seat and stares blankly at the table like the wheels are turning in her head. Is it that difficult to decide on a beverage? Should I suggest something? No, she’s a grown woman. She’ll decide on her own.

“You know what, I’d really like a glass of ice water with a lemon and a Corona with a lemon too, not a lime. Please.” She orders politely.

Hum… A beer for a lady. I know some women drink beer, but I’ve not been out with one for ages. This week, my other so-called dates, drank girly fruit mixed concoctions. Yuck! I’m a man. I like beer. Never tried Corona though, maybe I should.

“Certainly, madam.” The waiter bows and exits the room.

“Sorry, yes, Ruby’s my mom. I can’t believe you’ve met her.” I state, shocked. Not, that I’m actually shocked as much as I lead on. But, I need to decipher for myself if she’s truly lying, and Andrew put her up to this, or if this is a small world and she’s being honest. I pray it’s the latter. I want to get to know this beautiful woman, and so does my dick. God, with that petite body of hers, my snake would surely tear her up.

Oh, stop thinking, Brad. Stop right now! You’ve just met this woman. I’m losing it.

“Of course, I have. I’ve played cards with her, she kicks my ass in poker, and we’ve had a camp fire or two. She loves s’mores. So, in the winter if she’s there when I visit we make them in the microwave. Ok, I take it back. We don’t, Amy does, and we just enjoy the fruits of her labor.” She chuckles. I love her laugh.

The waiter brings her drink, and she stuffs the lemon down the spout, and hands the tall glass back to the waiter. That’s hot. A woman with her big luscious lips sucking on the neck of a bottle. Mmmmmm…

I lean forward while she’s occupied, and dab the corner of my shirt over my dick to swipe the pre-come oozing from the top. I’m so horny, I’m surprised I can think as straight as I am. Then, I sit back in my chair rubbing my chin with my fingers through my facial hair. Does she or doesn’t she know my family like she says she does? That is the question.

“Are you sure you know my sister and mother? Andrew or somebody else didn’t put you up to this did they? This just seems like too strange of a coincidence.” I narrow my eyes asking her seriously. It’s better to come out with it, than let this question fester the rest of the evening. I hope she realizes, if she’s being dishonest, the jig is up. I need to know. Playing me about my family isn’t a good thing. And, if Andrew knows what’s good for him, he knows not to fuck with me.

“Scouts honor.” She holds up her fingers with a warming smile. My heart thumps in my chest.

Yes, I know she’s amazing.

“Ok, so then why haven’t I heard of you? I know of two regulars at the B&B, and Tylah isn’t one of them.” I questionably ask, pushing my chair back slinging my arms across my big chest. Tucking one over the other tightly. Flexing my muscles for show.

She notices because I see a little smirk quirks up at the corner of her perfect mouth, and she sighs. Forcing my dick to jump again. I wonder what she sounds like when she’s having sex. Does she moan like she sighs? God, I’d hope so. It’s pointedly raw and seamlessly erotic.

“I know, because my first name isn’t Tylah, its Alexis.” She reveals and pushes her chair back.

I keep my expression straight and taught. Yep, I was right, liar. But I must give her some props at least she’s being honest. Now. Whoa, wait! Did she just say Alexis? There is no fucking way!

“I’m sure you’ve seen two of my sketches in the pink room, and the last names Monroe for validation. I do know your mom because she snorts when she laughs and sucks chocolate from her fingers rather loudly. Your sister has read all the classics and has a tattoo on her left thigh of a rather large family tree.”

“You’re Alexis? Why did you same your name’s Tylah then?” I inquire, through narrowed eyes. Tense as hell.

This can’t be right. Not the same woman. No way.

“It’s my middle name. I have a few stalker ex-boyfriends so, I’ve come accustom to using my middle name as my first for the past four years. At least until I trust somebody.” She explains gently.

Instantly my heart melts. I can’t believe she’s the woman Amy has been bragging about for years. This has to be her. Same looks, same name, knows about the art and the pink room. Holy shit! This is a small world. And, I’ve just ran into the sexiest woman alive. I watch her through my peripheral as the steak arrives, and she cuts hers into precise pieces. God she even eats perfectly.

“So what’s your favorite dish at Vino’s?” I ask keeping the conversation light.

She pulls her Corona to her lips and sucks back a gulp. I close my eyes to concentrate. My dick has been hard this entire time. I’ve been trying to ignore him. But, when she does stuff that sexy, he jerks and is whining to be stroked. I haven’t beat him off in a week. It’s about time, and I’ll have no choice after tonight.