anyone, so she turned back to the screen and her movie.
***
Just over two hours later, she returned home and wandered up the stairs to her bedroom. The movie had been action packed with cars blowing up and bullets flying everywhere. The main character was charged with protecting the ambassador’s daughter from a group of terrorists. It was quite riveting and kept her on the edge of her seat.
About half way through the movie, Paul and Joan, the two main characters, were hiding out in a hotel room after a big gun fight. Paul was hurt. He’d been shot in the arm. It was nothing serious, just a flesh wound. The sexual tension between the couple had been building from the beginning of the movie and finally reached its peak. As she finished bandaging his wound, they embraced in a sensuous kiss.
The chemistry was unbelievable, the steamy scene building until they fell onto the bed. Cali kept replaying it in her head.
***
Cali laid out her new purchases and changed for bed. The movie left her keyed up, and it took her a while to fall asleep. Finally, she managed to drift off, her mind reliving the movie over again in her head, the bedroom scene fresh in her mind.
As she fell into sleep, she wasn’t seeing the actors anymore. Paul became Matthew and she became Joan. Her mind and her body sank into bliss as she imagined Matthew’s hands and lips doing to her what she’d seen on the screen.
She woke Saturday morning tangled in her sheets. As her eyes opened, she groaned remembering the dream. She’d had her own personal fantasy starring Matthew Andersen. Grabbing her pillow, she held it over her face and let out a frustrated scream.
***
Matthew pulled up to the Stanton house just after one-thirty. He was early, he knew. It had been impossible to sit around his house any longer. Normally he enjoyed his solitude. An avid reader, Matthew typically spent his downtime engrossed in the latest mystery novel.
Today was a different story. His mind had refused to concentrate on anything other than his upcoming afternoon with Cali Stanton. She’d starred in his dreams last night, as she had since the day he’d met her. The fact he was waking up primed and ready was not something he enjoyed, especially with no outlet for his frustration.
He normally spent thirty minutes each morning doing a variety of exercises not only to stay in shape but to stay focused. On Saturdays, he usually stepped up his game and increased his workout to an hour since time was not an issue. Today, with the prospect of being alone with the object of his current fantasies, he’d added an extra thirty minutes on top of that.
Cali must have been looking out for him. She was already out the door before he could turn off the car. As soon as he saw her in her blue jeans and light pink shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail swaying as she walked, he knew his efforts this morning were in vain.
Swallowing, he managed to look up and smile as she got in the car. “Hello,” she said, averting her eyes.
“Hi,” Matthew responded. “Ready to go?”
“Yes,” Cali said, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
Matthew shifted the car in gear and drove down the lane and out onto the highway. He glanced over at her sitting in the seat beside him. She was looking out the window, watching the houses fade into the distance as they sped out of town.
***
The moment Cali opened the car door and saw Matthew, she knew she was in trouble. His blue eyes met hers, and her fantasies from this morning came flooding back. To avoid any unnecessary interaction, she’d focused her attention on the passing scenery, hoping to avoid conversation for as long as possible.
The silence lasted for almost half an hour. Finally not able to stand the tension anymore, she asked, “Do you mind if I turn on some music?”
Her sudden question startled him. “No. Not at all.” She flipped the radio on and found a station playing eighties music. Not ideal but it would work. The car grew
***
Just over two hours later, she returned home and wandered up the stairs to her bedroom. The movie had been action packed with cars blowing up and bullets flying everywhere. The main character was charged with protecting the ambassador’s daughter from a group of terrorists. It was quite riveting and kept her on the edge of her seat.
About half way through the movie, Paul and Joan, the two main characters, were hiding out in a hotel room after a big gun fight. Paul was hurt. He’d been shot in the arm. It was nothing serious, just a flesh wound. The sexual tension between the couple had been building from the beginning of the movie and finally reached its peak. As she finished bandaging his wound, they embraced in a sensuous kiss.
The chemistry was unbelievable, the steamy scene building until they fell onto the bed. Cali kept replaying it in her head.
***
Cali laid out her new purchases and changed for bed. The movie left her keyed up, and it took her a while to fall asleep. Finally, she managed to drift off, her mind reliving the movie over again in her head, the bedroom scene fresh in her mind.
As she fell into sleep, she wasn’t seeing the actors anymore. Paul became Matthew and she became Joan. Her mind and her body sank into bliss as she imagined Matthew’s hands and lips doing to her what she’d seen on the screen.
She woke Saturday morning tangled in her sheets. As her eyes opened, she groaned remembering the dream. She’d had her own personal fantasy starring Matthew Andersen. Grabbing her pillow, she held it over her face and let out a frustrated scream.
***
Matthew pulled up to the Stanton house just after one-thirty. He was early, he knew. It had been impossible to sit around his house any longer. Normally he enjoyed his solitude. An avid reader, Matthew typically spent his downtime engrossed in the latest mystery novel.
Today was a different story. His mind had refused to concentrate on anything other than his upcoming afternoon with Cali Stanton. She’d starred in his dreams last night, as she had since the day he’d met her. The fact he was waking up primed and ready was not something he enjoyed, especially with no outlet for his frustration.
He normally spent thirty minutes each morning doing a variety of exercises not only to stay in shape but to stay focused. On Saturdays, he usually stepped up his game and increased his workout to an hour since time was not an issue. Today, with the prospect of being alone with the object of his current fantasies, he’d added an extra thirty minutes on top of that.
Cali must have been looking out for him. She was already out the door before he could turn off the car. As soon as he saw her in her blue jeans and light pink shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail swaying as she walked, he knew his efforts this morning were in vain.
Swallowing, he managed to look up and smile as she got in the car. “Hello,” she said, averting her eyes.
“Hi,” Matthew responded. “Ready to go?”
“Yes,” Cali said, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
Matthew shifted the car in gear and drove down the lane and out onto the highway. He glanced over at her sitting in the seat beside him. She was looking out the window, watching the houses fade into the distance as they sped out of town.
***
The moment Cali opened the car door and saw Matthew, she knew she was in trouble. His blue eyes met hers, and her fantasies from this morning came flooding back. To avoid any unnecessary interaction, she’d focused her attention on the passing scenery, hoping to avoid conversation for as long as possible.
The silence lasted for almost half an hour. Finally not able to stand the tension anymore, she asked, “Do you mind if I turn on some music?”
Her sudden question startled him. “No. Not at all.” She flipped the radio on and found a station playing eighties music. Not ideal but it would work. The car grew
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