How to Meet a Billionaire: Part 1 (BBW BDSM Erotica)

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it served as the interview
area for my date with Brian.
    “ Very well.” He slid in
the booth opposite me. Sitting face to face with him seemed unreal
as if I were in one of my dreams. One of the more vivid ones I had
been having for a week since we decided to meet. They always ended
with me in some compromising position. One had us both 69 style in
the forest. My head in between his legs and he in between mine. The
thought of it caused me to fan myself with the menu.
    I shook the images away as a waitress,
Miranda, came back to take our order.
    “ Oh. How are you?” Miranda
said giving Brian the eye. She twirled her ginger colored hair with
her pen as she gawked at Brian. I couldn’t blame her, as he was
more attractive in person than on his profile picture if that were
possible. She glanced at me with the look of awe probably trying to
verify if I noticed he was gorgeous. Brian looked over the two
paged brown menu, but his lips never departed from a frown.
Perfect, that meant he didn’t like this place.
    Miranda was still there giving me the
googly eyes and pointing to Brian with her eyes. She mouthed the
words hot right before he looked up at her.
    “ Just ice water with lemon
for me thanks.” He said handing her the menu.
    “ Just my usual Miranda.
Thanks.” She grinned and walked off saying nothing. My usual
consisted of a cheeseburger with bacon and fries with cheese. As
she walked off I followed Miranda with my eyes, thinking that maybe
I should have canceled the order. It was a little awkward for
someone to watch you eat.
    Turning back to Brian, his attention
was his eyes were stuck on me. An intense stare into his ocean like
eyes. Breathe Kara I told myself as I engaged in his game of
chicken, the staring addition anyway. My heart felt like the
fluttering of a hummingbird's wings; he had me frazzled. With any
other guy, I was slick, quick witted, but with him I
was...flustered. It was easy being flirty and bold through emails
and over the phone, but in person I was afraid of this
man.
    “ So you were afraid to
meet me at night?” He spoke still not breaking eye contact. No
warming up for this man; he went straight for the gusto.
    “ Just thought it would be
safer to meet here?” The other choice was my house, and that wasn’t
a good idea on the first meeting.
    “ From the way you act on
the computer, I’m surprised anything could scare you.” I stopped
myself from chuckling. I could see he wasn’t amused and showing
weakness wasn’t attractive. Thinking of all the ways I taunted him,
but it was hard to read someone through a monitor. Now here at this
table he looked ready to fight back.
    “ I thought the same about
you.” I looked down, focusing on a signature in the table trying to
avert his stare as I squeezed my thighs together under the table. I
thought of all of the things he claimed he would do to me, the
things I thought were a lie but now seemed possible.
    Miranda reappeared with his water. Her
eyes still big as grapefruits eyeing Brian, but he paid no
attention to her. Which was weird, all the guys usually paid
attention to Miranda. She scurried off, and he said nothing as he
placed two lemons in the water stirring them around with a
straw.
    “ Would you let someone
take control of you?” He blurted out the question. Looking at me,
he searched my confused expression.
    “ Ummm...you mean like take
care of me? If I’m sick or break a leg or something.” My nervous
giggle overcame me again. I wasn’t sure what he meant. He did some
mumbling under his breath picking up his now vibrating phone and
tapping some keys.
    “ Sorry, that was work.” He
sipped his water eyeing the caveman like carvings on the booth from
the previous bar customers.
    “ Why did you ask me that?
Like...what did you mean?”
    “ It’s just a question.” As
if he asked me something simple like the weather or the color of
the sky. The weather actually would have been better to lead in
with instead of this

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