The Decent Proposal (Trust In Me) (3 page)

“I’d love to go! I’ll bring the food if you
bring the bear repellent.”

Chuckling, Rob replied, “You probably won’t see
any bears. There are coyotes and bobcats and of course the occasional mountain
lion, but you’re not likely to see them during the day. Trust me, you’re safe…
for the most part.” Rob cast a surreptitious glance at Ana, laughing at her
raised brow.

“Look, I’m a student in business school and a book
store wench. You can’t screw with me like this. If we go hiking around mountain
lions and crap, you damn well better protect me!”

“Of course I will,” Rob said. “Seriously, you’ll
be fine.”

Thirty minutes later, they were saying goodbye to
the horny duo and on their way to Ana’s. Wanting to be sure there was no
confusion that she was attracted to him, Ana spoke up.

“I had a great time tonight—really nice
change from my normal routine.”

Rob looked at her and smiled, cautiously
stealing another glance at her chest. Ana felt her insides begin to throb, and
she wanted desperately to kiss him.

Easy, slut…

“I had fun too, Ana. You’re very different from
what I expected, in a good way. And I really owe you for going with me.
Sometimes, I don’t know,” Rob glanced out the window. “I just hate going to
these things alone. I’m sorry, I really wasn’t myself tonight…” his voice
trailed off. It was clear he wasn’t over his ex. She considered letting him
know that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. She
could get rid of those bad memories, wipe his local hard drive clear with some
good, old-fashioned sex. Yes ma’am, she sure could.

“It’s fine,” Ana said. “Blind dates can be…
weird.”

Rob snickered. “Yes they can. I’ve had more than
my share.”

Ana recalled one in particular she had had
several years ago. “Me too. This girl I work with set me up with her cousin a
while back.” She paused. “He took me to Whole Foods.”

“Oh? You mean to pick up something for dinner?”
Rob asked.

“No. That was our date. You know how they have
those sample tables set up around the store?”

Rob threw his head back, letting out a deep
laugh. But not one of mockery. It was as if he understood. “Yeah,” she added.
“We started in the wine section where he discussed his life history. Then we
made our way to the cheese area—that was my favorite part—where he
told me all about his ex-girlfriend and how crazy she was.” Ana started
giggling. “Then, we ended the tour at the power bar table where he asked me
what my thoughts were on human euthanasia.” She held her hands up and shook her
head quickly in disbelief as Rob continued laughing. “He kept heading back to
the wine section and the lady cut him off. I excused myself to the bathroom,
called Beth, and asked her to come and get me. After hiding in the stall for
fifteen minutes, I womaned-up and came out. He was standing in one of the aisles
looking at condoms. I literally ran out of the store, and thank God Beth had
just pulled up in front. I couldn’t get out of that fast enough.”

“Wow!” Rob caught his breath and said, “I
thought I had the worst blind date ever. She just sat on her phone texting all
night. Then I caught her taking a picture of me as I came out of the bathroom,
I guess to send to her friend or something. I was polite and finished the date,
but never called her back.”

The limo pulled into Ana’s driveway, and she
thought about inviting him inside. Her gut told her to wait. “Well, let me just
say—if you ever need a date again, I’d be more than happy to keep you
company for dinner, or whatever.”
Hint
hint.
“And of course, let me know about that hike. I’m going to be studying
up on survival skills.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Smiling, Rob got out
of the limo and walked her to the door. After exchanging phone numbers he
leaned in and gave her a hug. He smelled delicious—like warm, spicy musk
mixed with a sweetness she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It made her want
to sink her teeth into his skin. Unfortunately, he pulled away from her too
soon. She wanted to hang on to him longer. She felt like a five-year-old kid
you see on the first day of kindergarten, refusing to let go of her parents.
Only this wasn’t kindergarten, and she was no child.

* * * * *

When Ana walked inside her apartment, she slumped
down on the couch, wide awake. Hell’s bells, it was only 10:30. The last time
she got home from a date that early was when the guy’s mother had gotten sick
suddenly, and he had to take her some medicine. She never quite bought that
excuse. All in all, she couldn’t say the evening was a total flop, but this Rob
guy needed to get with the program and get over his ex-girlfriend.

Feeling pretty fired up, she glanced at the
remote stuck between the couch cushions. But she wasn’t in the mood to watch
television. What else was there to do? The only way she was going to get any
sleep was if she gave herself a dose of nature’s best remedy for insomnia—an
orgasm. Stripping off all of her clothes, she climbed under the covers of her
bed and got her vibrator out of the table drawer. She let her thoughts wander
to Rob and what she imagined he would do to her if he hadn’t been the perfect
gentleman tonight:

He was standing in front
of her, wearing a tight, black pair of boxer-briefs. As he slid his underwear
down over his hips, his cock quickly bounced up and down from the grab of the
waistband. He was lean and solid, and his hardness summoned a moan from her
throat.

After climbing under the
covers beside her, he reached over and gently caressed her breasts. Her nipples
hardened at his touch, and she could feel the wetness from the tip of his cock
brushing against her thigh. He leaned over and took her erect nipple in his
mouth, gently sucking it, tracing his tongue over it, and lapping at it
hungrily.

After moving his hand to
her wetness, she let out a soft cry. Gently parting her lips, he let a finger
slide inside her, but just for a moment, long enough to get it wet. He quickly
moved to her clit and teased it with the tip of his finger.

She was so close to
coming, she could hardly take it. She knew she wanted to be sucking him when
she came, so she pushed him over on his back and turned around to straddle him.
Letting his mouth have first shot at her swollen lips, she lowered her head to
his groin, taking his hardness slowly into her mouth. Pressing her lips over
the head and moving slowly down until she consumed almost all of him, she could
feel him getting harder in her mouth. His shaft was pulsating, and she heard
him let out a soft groan as his tongue danced across her clit. The musky scent
of his manhood danced with the taste of his pre-come and it drove her wild with
desire. The buildup was almost more than she could take.

She rotated her hips
quickly, grinding herself into his face as she sucked him harder and faster. He
slid a finger inside of her right as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Letting
a large glob of spit drip down on his cock so she could use her hand to stroke
him, she sat up a bit and cried out.

“Oh… don’t stop!”

She was working his
shaft up and down, cranking and turning her hand as she moved. Right as she started
to come, he released his load, crying out his intense pleasure. He quickly let
his tongue find her clit again and teased it, running his tongue lightly over
it, back and forth until she released her grip.

Her orgasm rippled through every cell in her
body, making her feel more connected to the fantasy of a man than she had ever
felt to any real man
in her life. It
occurred to her that she couldn’t recall ever being so attracted to anyone. She
wasn’t sure what it was about Rob that made her feel so turned on, but she
chalked it up to basic chemistry. Her masturbation session lasted no more than
a couple minutes, but the memory lived on in her mind much longer.

She scurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth,
pausing at the mirror where she took in her own reflection. She knew that if
nothing else, she looked damn good. With a tall, slender figure and dark,
glossy, shoulder-length hair, she was the envy of every woman. And any man
would be lucky to have her in bed. She took great pride in her appearance,
exercised occasionally and made sure to get plenty of sleep, despite her busy
life.

Ana splashed some water on her face, slipped
into her pajamas, and crawled into her bed. The sheets felt cold against her
skin as she drifted quickly to sleep.

Five

The next morning, Ana didn’t wake up until after
10:00. Amazed that she could sleep that late, she peeled herself out of bed,
threw on her robe, and made her way to the kitchen for some much needed
caffeine. While waiting for the coffee to brew, she checked her phone and was
surprised to see that she had two messages: one from Beth and one from Rob. She
checked Rob’s message first:

Thanks again
for a great evening!

Nice, polite, and yet
still mysterious,
Ana thought. She texted him back right away:

No
problem… I had fun! Hope to do it again soon!

Next was Beth’s message:

Hey slut,
how’d it go? Is the drought over? Haha! Seriously though, u get any?

Beth was so predictable. Ana replied:

Still droughty over here. Really sexy, but not sure what he
thinks of me. You know, the strong, silent type…

Ana put her phone down, made a cup of coffee,
and got out some eggs and spinach to make an omelet. A nice, big breakfast and
a day of movies was just what she needed. She was supposed to have a test
Thursday, but no way was she spending her only day off studying.

She thought about Rob and how mysterious he was.
Was he mysterious or was he distant? It was hard to tell at this point. There
was definitely something about him that intrigued her. She had had a number of
relationships with different guys, but only two of them had been serious, so
her experience was pretty limited. Most of the guys she had dated were close to
her age until she met a guy who was in his mid-thirties. They dated for several
months, and boy, she quickly grew to appreciate the distinct difference in
maturity between a thirty-five-year-old and a twenty-year-old. He worked for a
trucking supply company, and things ended when his boss moved him across the
country to take over a new office they had opened up in North Carolina. The long
distance was more than either of them wanted to deal with.

After breakfast, she walked over to her desk.
Looking just as messy as usual, it was cluttered with stacks of old homework,
art supplies, and mail she had yet to go through. She figured it could use some
organization. Hell, the whole apartment could use a good hose-down for that
matter. Quickly sorting through the pile, separating the trash from the bills,
she stumbled across something that had arrived from UCLA earlier in the week.
Expecting it to be more junk, she opened it up. As she scanned the letter, she
felt the blood draining from her face.

No. It can’t be… what
the hell?

It was a letter from the financial aid office
explaining that her scholarship funds had run out—something about the
rise in tuition and depleting capital, et cetera. If this was true, oh man was
she screwed. She had no one who could help her out. What made it even worse was
today was Sunday. No one would be at the financial aid office to address this until
tomorrow.

“Dammit!” she shouted, throwing the letter back
down to its original spot as if that would make the situation go away. She couldn’t
bear to look at it another second. If she loses this scholarship, it will mean
the end of her education. Well, temporarily at least. Not to mention it was a
huge source of supplemental income for all of her living expenses. She’d have
to get a second job or at least a better paying one.

Okay, Ana, just breathe.
Don’t freak out yet.

As she stood there gathering her wits, her phone
vibrated. Another text from Rob had landed in her inbox:

How’s next
weekend look for you? I have a charity dinner in San Diego.

If she had gotten that text two minutes sooner,
she would have been dancing with joy, but now? Her will to live had just been
sucked from her soul. She thought about it for a few moments; thought about how
nice it would be to just travel around with a rich, handsome man by her side
and not have a care in the world. But unfortunately, she lived in reality, a harsh
reality where she’s had to fight nail, tooth, and claw for everything. She
suddenly felt sick—sick of fighting, sick of trying so hard, sick of
busting her ass for every small victory. She was just so frustrated she wanted
to give up. Ana picked up the phone and texted Rob back:

Sorry.
Something’s suddenly come up. I may be tied up for a while.

She felt bad, for Rob and for herself. She was
filled with a sense of self-loathing. What’s the point anyway? He could find
any number of beautiful women who would die to go out with him. Her phone vibrated
again right away, and they texted back and forth a couple of times:

Everything Ok? I haven’t scared you away have I?

LOL, no! Just got some shitty news. Can I let you know in a few days?

Of course. Anything I can do?

Sure! Can I borrow about $50,000 for school and stuff?

After typing the message, she let her finger
hover over the send button. The thought of actually sending it pushed a smile
across her face. In the five seconds that she stood there, her mind went wild
with fantasies of him saying ‘Yep! Should I make the check out to you, or would
you prefer that I pay the school directly?’

Oh, you’re such a
fucktard, Ana. You don’t have the sack.

Just as she was about to change the message to
something along the lines of ‘no but thanks anyway’, her finger brushed the
touchscreen, sending the message orbiting out to Textland, USA; destination,
Robville.

“Ohhh… fuck….” she whispered. Oh boy. What would
he think now? Should she send an ‘I’m just kidding’ text? Or should she just
wait and see his response? She could always text back quickly, explaining that
she accidentally hit the send button without meaning to. But then he would
wonder what would possess her to type such a question in the first place.

Ana wondered how much money Rob
did
have. His company obviously did well
as they owned a limousine, probably more than one, so he must make a pretty
decent salary. She knew that Rich made somewhere around six figures, and Rob
was in a higher management position. But she didn’t know enough about what he did
to even speculate on his income. Crap, what should she do? She would give him a
reasonable length of time to respond and go from there.

Moments later, her phone vibrated:

LMAO…
You’re cute. And funny.

Whew! He didn’t take her seriously. She replied
back:

I
know right? I’m just a little box o’ precious! You’ll be glad to know you
passed Phase 2 of Test 1.

Wow.
I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared???

Uh oh. She got a triple question mark. Did that
mean he was put off? Or was he simply trying to emphasize his confusion? Maybe
he was trying to be cute, too. Surely he knew it was all in good fun. Surely she
was overthinking it, and she had bigger things to contend with right now. As
far as this charity event with Rob next weekend was concerned, leaving her
weekend plans open like this was much better. After all, if she could get
everything worked out, she may be able to take a little time off from the
bookstore and have some fun. If not, she was going to have to pull some extra
shifts, maybe even look for a new job.
 

Ana decided to try and put her worries aside.
There was no sense getting worked up over nothing yet. Maybe there were some
other scholarships she could look into. Getting a private loan was out of the
question as she had already been denied due to not having any credit and no
parents who could back her up or even co-sign the loan. No matter what, it was
going to be a long wait until Monday.