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have with the Carsons and the Mackerlys. I shouldn’t be done until six, so I’ll just head home. Can you or Mack lock up?”
“Of course. No problem.”
“Thanks, Betty, for everything you do around here.”
Betty smiled then left the room.
Mikayla heard her cell phone vibrate, and as she glanced down, she saw that the text was from Michael.
Can’t wait to see you. We’re going to Gabriel’s Pub. Very casual and the owner is a good friend of mine. See you at seven.
She smiled then thought about Gabriel’s Pub. It was a nice place, really lively with jazz music and some of the best pub cuisine around town. She was getting excited, and she realized that having these separate dates would truly help her to understand each man’s individual personality. She texted him back then grabbed her things to head to her appointments.
* * * *
Mikayla loved clothing. She sometimes spent way too much of her income on it, but she wanted to always look her best. For tonight’s date with Michael she chose a pair of hip-hugger, slim-fitting white jeans, a pale-pink stretch shirt that showed off her flat belly, and a beige zip blazer that cuffed at her elbows and tied in front and accentuated her narrow waist. It was her big ass that she was always annoyed with. She could give JLO a run for her money in that department. She sighed as she added her accessories. She wore a multicoin bracelet and her gold watch that her sisters had bought her when she bought into the real estate business. Along with her beige high-heeled sandals, she thought she looked like she’d stepped out of a Cino catalog. She wanted to impress them and make herself unforgettable so that they wouldn’t want to replace her. Sure it was kind of lame, and despite her lack of self-confidence showing itself, she was a woman of action.
The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock, and when she answered it, she nearly lost her breath. Michael looked gorgeous. He was wearing a pair of designer blue jeans, dark boots, and a button-down blue shirt. His hair was spiked in the front as if he just had a haircut, and his eyes sparkled. She noticed that one hand was behind his back.
“Wow, you look stunning,” he told her.
“You look good, too,” she stated, noticing immediately how her voice cracked. They both chuckled, and Michael pulled out a bouquet of wildflowers for her.
“Oh, that was so nice of you. They’re beautiful, please come in. I’ll just place these in a vase real quick before we go,” she stated and headed toward the kitchen. Her open floor plan allowed for Michael to take in her living room, her kitchen, and a little bit of her bedroom.
“This place is really nice.”
“Thanks. Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, that’s okay. We have reservations,” he answered, and she quickly added water to the vase and took in the sight of the flowers. A moment later she was once again by his side with her purse in hand. He looked so handsome, and she paused a moment to remember this moment.
In an instant Michael was pulling her into his arms then kissing her.
* * * *
He just couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. He hadn’t meant to be so abrupt, yet he was, and his kiss was demanding to say the least. She smelled incredible, and so Mikayla—sweet and fresh and full of life. She fit perfectly in his arms, and by the way she was returning his kiss, the idea of skipping dinner and going right to bed flashed through his mind. He ran his hands along her curves. The stylish outfit she wore was hot. He ran his hands along her waist then lower back and over her ass, squeezing and pulling her harder against his erection. He wanted her to know just how much she turned him on and how much he wanted her.
Reality came crashing back as a cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. He gently released her lips, and they touched foreheads, breathing raspy and fast.
The cell phone continued to ring, but she ignored it as she smiled at
“Of course. No problem.”
“Thanks, Betty, for everything you do around here.”
Betty smiled then left the room.
Mikayla heard her cell phone vibrate, and as she glanced down, she saw that the text was from Michael.
Can’t wait to see you. We’re going to Gabriel’s Pub. Very casual and the owner is a good friend of mine. See you at seven.
She smiled then thought about Gabriel’s Pub. It was a nice place, really lively with jazz music and some of the best pub cuisine around town. She was getting excited, and she realized that having these separate dates would truly help her to understand each man’s individual personality. She texted him back then grabbed her things to head to her appointments.
* * * *
Mikayla loved clothing. She sometimes spent way too much of her income on it, but she wanted to always look her best. For tonight’s date with Michael she chose a pair of hip-hugger, slim-fitting white jeans, a pale-pink stretch shirt that showed off her flat belly, and a beige zip blazer that cuffed at her elbows and tied in front and accentuated her narrow waist. It was her big ass that she was always annoyed with. She could give JLO a run for her money in that department. She sighed as she added her accessories. She wore a multicoin bracelet and her gold watch that her sisters had bought her when she bought into the real estate business. Along with her beige high-heeled sandals, she thought she looked like she’d stepped out of a Cino catalog. She wanted to impress them and make herself unforgettable so that they wouldn’t want to replace her. Sure it was kind of lame, and despite her lack of self-confidence showing itself, she was a woman of action.
The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock, and when she answered it, she nearly lost her breath. Michael looked gorgeous. He was wearing a pair of designer blue jeans, dark boots, and a button-down blue shirt. His hair was spiked in the front as if he just had a haircut, and his eyes sparkled. She noticed that one hand was behind his back.
“Wow, you look stunning,” he told her.
“You look good, too,” she stated, noticing immediately how her voice cracked. They both chuckled, and Michael pulled out a bouquet of wildflowers for her.
“Oh, that was so nice of you. They’re beautiful, please come in. I’ll just place these in a vase real quick before we go,” she stated and headed toward the kitchen. Her open floor plan allowed for Michael to take in her living room, her kitchen, and a little bit of her bedroom.
“This place is really nice.”
“Thanks. Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, that’s okay. We have reservations,” he answered, and she quickly added water to the vase and took in the sight of the flowers. A moment later she was once again by his side with her purse in hand. He looked so handsome, and she paused a moment to remember this moment.
In an instant Michael was pulling her into his arms then kissing her.
* * * *
He just couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. He hadn’t meant to be so abrupt, yet he was, and his kiss was demanding to say the least. She smelled incredible, and so Mikayla—sweet and fresh and full of life. She fit perfectly in his arms, and by the way she was returning his kiss, the idea of skipping dinner and going right to bed flashed through his mind. He ran his hands along her curves. The stylish outfit she wore was hot. He ran his hands along her waist then lower back and over her ass, squeezing and pulling her harder against his erection. He wanted her to know just how much she turned him on and how much he wanted her.
Reality came crashing back as a cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. He gently released her lips, and they touched foreheads, breathing raspy and fast.
The cell phone continued to ring, but she ignored it as she smiled at
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