“I should get back to work. But it was a pleasure, Annie. Looking forward to seeing you again.”
“You too.”
With that, he took his coffee from the counter and left, my eyes on him as he walked away.
I was beaming. So much for a run-of-the-mill day.
Duncan
Back at the office, I was still reeling from what had happened. Not the little prick who’d been bothering Annie, of course – chewing up and spitting out twerps like him came as second nature to me. No – I was taken aback by how beautiful she was, how I couldn’t believe I’d met someone as stunning as her in a small town like mine.
Over and over again, she appeared in my mind. Annie was like something out of dream, her body petite and curvy, thick in all the right places. Her hair was straw-blonde, her eyes green and her nose a button. She’d been packed into those jeans, and I could almost imagine what it’d feel like to hold those hips as I took her from behind.
Easy, now. You’re set for dinner, and that’s all.
I did my best to calm down, but just the thought of her was enough to make my cock stiff in an instant. And the kiss, despite it being part of the act, lingered in my memory. I wanted her like I’d never wanted a woman before in my life.
And it wasn’t simply her looks. She was confident – I had no doubt that if I hadn’t intervened, she would’ve been fine, tearing that little shithead to ribbons.
The hours ticked by as I worked, planning the office’s schedule for the next couple weeks, setting up meetings with a few of the doctors who worked under me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was almost worrying how I couldn’t get her out of my head.
When lunch rolled around, I didn’t want to wait another minute. I took out her number, unfolding the piece of paper and dialing.
“Hello?” Her voice on the phone was just as sweet as in person.
“Annie, this is Duncan. How are you?”
“Duncan! Hi! I’m good – how about you?”
“Another busy day,” I said, dropping into my office chair and propping my shoes up on the desk. “But good. I just wanted to call and see if you were still on for dinner.”
“Sure, of course.” She sounded a touch overwhelmed.
“You doing alright?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just trying to think of the last time a guy actually called me to set up a date instead of texting.”
I chuckled. “I prefer to do things the old-fashioned way. Meaning gets lost in texts.”
“I totally agree. Anyway, when’s good for you?”
I opened my calendar and checked the days. Truth be told, my schedule was pretty full. A single opening caught my eye. “How about Thursday night?”
“Thursday’s perfect,” she said. “What’d you have in mind?”
“You’ll see. I like to surprise my dates.”
“Given that you’re a man who has no problem kissing women he doesn’t know, that makes sense.” I could almost hear the smile on her face as she spoke.
“Text me your address – I’ll come by at six.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We said our goodbyes and the text came seconds later. White Pines was a small place, so I recognized the address, which was near downtown, a very middle-of-the-road apartment complex.
I keyed the date into my calendar, an eager smirk on my face. But Thursday… didn’t I have something else planned that night?
No matter. Something much, much bigger had come up.
And I couldn’t wait.
The next two days passed in a blur. I had meetings with doctors, trips around the neighboring counties to look at possible locations for new branches, and, of course, patients to treat. I was a general practitioner by trade, which I loved.
Despite the flurry of activity, all I could think about was her. So, when Thursday finally rolled around, I was beyond ready to take a break with a beautiful woman.
That afternoon, I sent her a text to confirm we were still on. She answered immediately with an affirmative, a pair of smiley face emojis following the text. A prompt response and emojis? Both very good signs.
I stopped by my house after work and quickly changed into slightly more casual clothing. After that, I hopped in my silver Land Rover and drove to Annie’s place after stopping at the local florist to pick up the bouquet I’d ordered.
Upon arriving, I sent her a text, then got out to wait for her next to my car. When she stepped out, she looked like something out of a dream.
Annie was gorgeous. At the café she’d been dressed casually in jeans and a nice blouse. She’d looked amazing, effortlessly beautiful.
But that evening she looked otherworldly. She was dressed in a dark blue cocktail dress, one that hugged every curve, her breasts full and round, her hips wide. She was curvy, a body made to drive men wild. And for someone like me, who preferred his women on the thicker side, the way she looked was enough to make me want to forget about dinner, maybe take her up to the apartment and skip right to dessert.
“Hi!” she trilled, waggling her fingers in an adorable wave. Then her eyes went to the flowers. “Are those for me?” Her pace quickened and she hurried over to me to get a closer look.
“A little something I picked up down the street. I hope you like them.”
Beautiful green eyes widened. “I love them. Thank you so much.”
Before I had a chance to react, she stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug. I had to shift my body at the last second so she didn’t accidently press against the half hard on I was packing at that moment.
I handed her the flowers, and she gazed at them lovingly, like she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life. I knew the feeling.
“I don’t know what to say,” she gushed. “But thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” I responded, opening the door and letting her in. I climbed in the driver’s seat, and when I started the engine, she was still smelling the flowers. “You look like you’ve never seen flowers before in your life.”
She smiled bashfully as I pulled into the street. “Sorry. It’s just that I can’t remember the last time a guy brought me flowers.”
“Really? A woman like you I’d think would be drowning in them.”
“A woman like me?” she questioned, glancing at me curiously.
“A beautiful woman like you, to be precise.”
Her face flushed a charming pink, and she dropped her eyes. I loved it – Annie was the perfect blend of sweet and strong. I couldn’t wait for the evening and the chance to get to know her better.
“Thank you. But no – no flower-drowning in my life. My last boyfriend…he wasn’t big on displays of affection like that. He thought they were corny.”
Her last boyfriend. Meaning my brother, Andrew. But she didn’t need to know about that particular connection. I didn’t want to scare her away. I knew all about him, how he felt about romance. One of the many reasons I never felt like he deserved Annie.
“Well, they are a little corny, but—”
“But that’s part of the fun of it!” she said excitedly, taking the words right out of my mouth.