Lea Harrington heaved a long sigh as a soft breeze blew across her face reminding her why she was anxiously sitting at a table in front of Indulge,5pmon a Saturday evening. Indulge, the American cuisine, was filled to the brim as usual with various men and women who undoubtedly craved for the best European food in the district. Lea wasn’t here for the food. After five years of living alone and literally doing nothing but attending to her couture business, she had finally allowed her children to talk her into going on a date.
“You know all those mysterious date, Ma? It is gonnabe Mother’s Day on Saturday and you need to meet a man. You might even get him to make your evening sexual than you have ever had with dad, God bless his soul.”
Melanie, her twenty-three years old daughter had convincingly taunted.
How was that going anyway? It was already five minutes past five and her mysterious man wasn’t at the table. This was why she hardly ever went on a date since Garry died. The idea of being disappointed every single time she said she was divorced or a little above forty always made her throat dry. Before she knew it, she loathed dates. She spent every night, exhausted from work and needing a man’s touch. That was it. She was leaving. Her mystery date can go suck himself. “Miss?”
It was one of the restaurant’s attendants and he was smiling at her in the most customary way. He approached her table before she could stand and passed her a folded slip, smiling once more before moving on to another table.
Lea picked up and unfolded the piece of paper pretty fast, unprepared for the outraging words that were staring back at her.
“The building opposite Indulge.” The paper said, “Second Floor, Room 204. What is a mystery date without a mystery room?”
*****
She was really doing this. Lea paused at the door and thought about this for the umpteenth time. There were psychos everywhere and what if her mystery man was one? He could have met her outside there as arranged but he had stayed in here instead, probably watching her; probably enjoying the view as she waited for him until he was ready to invite her over. What if he isn’t your date, Lea? What if he was someone else? She hadn’t considered that. There wasn’t any time to do that anymore. To be truthful, the idea that she was meeting a mystery man in a cozy room excited her. Her hands were already knocking on the door and there was no way in hell she was going back from this. “It is open.”God help her; the masculine voice from inside the room sent the hair on her skin upright while her chest rose and fell anxiously. She twitched the doorknob eventually, slightly gasping as her face hit solid chest as she sauntered in. The It was one of the restaurant’s attendants and he was smiling at her in the most customary way. He approached her table before she could stand and passed her a folded slip, smiling once more before moving on to another table. Lea picked up and unfolded the piece of paper pretty fast, unprepared for the outraging words that were staring back at her. “The building opposite Indulge.” The paper said, “Second Floor, Room 204. What is a mystery date without a mystery room?”
*****
She was really doing this. Lea paused at the door and thought about this for the umpteenth time. There were psychos everywhere and what if her mystery man was one? He could have met her outside there as arranged but he had stayed in here instead, probably watching her; probably enjoying the view as she waited for him until he was ready to invite her over. What if he isn’t your date, Lea? What if he was someone else? She hadn’t considered that. There wasn’t any time to do that anymore. To be truthful, the idea that she was meeting a mystery man in a cozy room excited her. Her hands were already knocking on the door and there was no way in hell she was going back from this. “It is open.” God help her; the masculine voice from inside the room sent the hair on her skin upright while her chest rose and fell anxiously. She twitched the doorknob eventually, slightly gasping as her face hit solid Chest as she sauntered in. The door closed with a loud bang behind her but it didn’t startle her. She had just come in contact with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. “I... I...I... was supposed to meet a Harry.” Why the hell was she stuttering? Her mystery man flashed her a smile, stepping closer so that her round plump chest could flatten more against his strong chest. “I know.” He told her. “I am Harry...but we can do the introduction after I am Through.” He added.
Lea felt her heart beating faster every second. She stared bleakly at him as his head lowered towards hers, his hands already reaching downwards to her waist...her thighs, before finally cupping one full ass. “After you are through with what?” she finally managed to ask him.
His second hand was already reaching for the strap of her dress before she heard him whisper, “After I make this evening the best Mother’s Day celebration you have ever had.” He wasn’t lying. His blue eyes shone with promise just before Lea felt her dress loosen around her waist. Her breasts juggled into his palm at the same time that his lips smashed against hers, rendering her senseless. She had no idea how the evening was going to end yet But she surely knew she was going ahead with whatever plans her mystery man had in store for her.
