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suddenly much lighter, Andy smiled
and gave them her address.
“Is 7:00 p.m. good?” asked Corey.
“Sure,” she replied.
“See you then,” said Derek, walking out to her
car with her.
* * * *
Andy unpacked, put a load of laundry into the
washing machine, had another shower and got ready for work in record time, her
brain humming, They want to continue the
relationship, they do, they do.
It was only as she’d almost arrived at work she
realized she had no idea what she should wear that evening. Do they mean pizza or a classy restaurant? A nice dress or simply clean jeans?
Since she’d had several days off work her
in-tray was overflowing and her brain was fully occupied with her job all day.
A few of her friends asked about the hike and she was able to talk
intelligently about the scenery but she had to bite her lip not to mention the
hunky company and amazing sex the hike had also gifted her with.
For most of the drive home she was mulling over
the issue of what to wear until it dawned on her that since she was being
picked up at her apartment she could just change if she needed to.
Very relieved at that notion, she dressed in
tidy pants and a top and laid out a dress and sandals in case she needed to
change.
Promptly at seven her doorbell rang and there
was Corey, holding a single perfect rosebud, and Derek holding a crystal bud
vase.
“Thank you,” she said. “Come in while I put it
in water.”
The men followed her through her small living
room, furnished with a deep gold sofa, deep gold curtains, and a gold and green
rug, into her tiny kitchen with a bright yellow blind and a yellow-painted door
to the pantry.
She ran water into the vase then added the
flower, sniffing the heady scent, and placed it on the counter top, then turned
and looked at them. They were both casually dressed so she heaved a mental sigh
of relief.
“Ready?” asked Derek.
“Yep,” she replied walking back to the front
door.
“No purse?” asked Corey.
“Wallet in my back pocket. I hate purses,” she replied.
“My kind of woman,” said Corey.
* * * *
The restaurant was about a half-hour drive from
her apartment, in a nicer neighborhood than where she lived, but it was a
casual place with a warm, friendly atmosphere and a wide choice of menu. They
argued happily about what to order, finally deciding on several platters to
share.
While they sipped drinks and waited for the
food to arrive Corey asked, “How about a twenty questions kind of thing to get
to know each other better?”
“Sure,” she replied, but making a few mental
reservations about what she might reveal.
“Favorite color? asked Derek. “Red like your knickers or gold like your living room?
“Purple, actually. Red was just a personal
statement and I like yellow as it’s a happy color. But purple’s the real me.”
“Cleopatra’s favorite color and associated with
royalty,” nodded Corey.
“What about you? Corey? Derek?”
“Green,” replied Corey. “I was a Greenie before
the term was invented.”
It was Derek’s turn. “My favorite color used to
be blue, but after seeing your red panties and that red lace bra, I have a new
favorite color. Red.” His voice was hot and gruff with lust and Andy’s breath
hitched as she looked at him.
“Country overseas you’d like to visit?” he
asked, obviously trying to cool himself down.
“Hmm. That’s hard. I told you Perry and I planned to
backpack around the UK or Europe. I never could decide which of those I
preferred. But I also like the idea of going on a safari to Africa somewhere to
take photos of wild animals in their natural habitat. What about you?”
Derek’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing! Africa’s
a place we’ve been talking about for months now. Kenya maybe. Or South Africa. Somewhere that has reasonable
facilities but still plenty of undeveloped natural spaces.
Corey smiled and nodded and asked, “Favorite
animal?”
They were still happily
and gave them her address.
“Is 7:00 p.m. good?” asked Corey.
“Sure,” she replied.
“See you then,” said Derek, walking out to her
car with her.
* * * *
Andy unpacked, put a load of laundry into the
washing machine, had another shower and got ready for work in record time, her
brain humming, They want to continue the
relationship, they do, they do.
It was only as she’d almost arrived at work she
realized she had no idea what she should wear that evening. Do they mean pizza or a classy restaurant? A nice dress or simply clean jeans?
Since she’d had several days off work her
in-tray was overflowing and her brain was fully occupied with her job all day.
A few of her friends asked about the hike and she was able to talk
intelligently about the scenery but she had to bite her lip not to mention the
hunky company and amazing sex the hike had also gifted her with.
For most of the drive home she was mulling over
the issue of what to wear until it dawned on her that since she was being
picked up at her apartment she could just change if she needed to.
Very relieved at that notion, she dressed in
tidy pants and a top and laid out a dress and sandals in case she needed to
change.
Promptly at seven her doorbell rang and there
was Corey, holding a single perfect rosebud, and Derek holding a crystal bud
vase.
“Thank you,” she said. “Come in while I put it
in water.”
The men followed her through her small living
room, furnished with a deep gold sofa, deep gold curtains, and a gold and green
rug, into her tiny kitchen with a bright yellow blind and a yellow-painted door
to the pantry.
She ran water into the vase then added the
flower, sniffing the heady scent, and placed it on the counter top, then turned
and looked at them. They were both casually dressed so she heaved a mental sigh
of relief.
“Ready?” asked Derek.
“Yep,” she replied walking back to the front
door.
“No purse?” asked Corey.
“Wallet in my back pocket. I hate purses,” she replied.
“My kind of woman,” said Corey.
* * * *
The restaurant was about a half-hour drive from
her apartment, in a nicer neighborhood than where she lived, but it was a
casual place with a warm, friendly atmosphere and a wide choice of menu. They
argued happily about what to order, finally deciding on several platters to
share.
While they sipped drinks and waited for the
food to arrive Corey asked, “How about a twenty questions kind of thing to get
to know each other better?”
“Sure,” she replied, but making a few mental
reservations about what she might reveal.
“Favorite color? asked Derek. “Red like your knickers or gold like your living room?
“Purple, actually. Red was just a personal
statement and I like yellow as it’s a happy color. But purple’s the real me.”
“Cleopatra’s favorite color and associated with
royalty,” nodded Corey.
“What about you? Corey? Derek?”
“Green,” replied Corey. “I was a Greenie before
the term was invented.”
It was Derek’s turn. “My favorite color used to
be blue, but after seeing your red panties and that red lace bra, I have a new
favorite color. Red.” His voice was hot and gruff with lust and Andy’s breath
hitched as she looked at him.
“Country overseas you’d like to visit?” he
asked, obviously trying to cool himself down.
“Hmm. That’s hard. I told you Perry and I planned to
backpack around the UK or Europe. I never could decide which of those I
preferred. But I also like the idea of going on a safari to Africa somewhere to
take photos of wild animals in their natural habitat. What about you?”
Derek’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing! Africa’s
a place we’ve been talking about for months now. Kenya maybe. Or South Africa. Somewhere that has reasonable
facilities but still plenty of undeveloped natural spaces.
Corey smiled and nodded and asked, “Favorite
animal?”
They were still happily
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