Vivian had bought me, but the outfit was just a bit too much for a casual setting like the Burger Bistro. And so I slipped on a pair of silky panties, and put on a matching silk bra. I wore a new, cobalt blue summer dress, tapered at the waist, knee-length, with just a little bit of cleavage. With tits as huge as mine, there’s always a little cleavage no matter how much I try not to look like a milk maid.
My heart hammering in my chest, I park my car and get out before walking over to Burger Bistro. My knees, which feel like jelly, are barely able to support my weight, but I’m excited nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open and step inside, with what I hope is a confident and sexy air. No such luck. I’m still Janie Martin, and I bump awkwardly into a small family that’s in the middle of exiting. Oops. I tuck my hair behind my ear, trying to regain my composure while looking around.
But there’s no one who fits EasyDude’s description. I glance around the booths and tables for jet-black hair and blue eyes, tattoos and muscles. It’s very crowded, and I curse myself silently, craning my head right and left. Stupidly, I realize EasyDude and I stupidly didn't think of discussing a shirt or dress color so we could find each other more easily. I scan each table and booth more carefully, but still, there’s no one.
Suddenly, the truth hits me. Maybe EasyDude’s not coming. Maybe this was a set-up, and he never had any intention of meeting me.
My heart plummets as I consider this possibility, and with each second that goes by, the dread in my chest grows heavier. EasyDude doesn’t want to meet me, not really. He was never interested, and in fact, is probably some lame thirteen year-old boy giggling even now at one of the tables.
Panic rises up in my throat and I start to hyperventilate a little with tears in my eyes. My hand reaches around blindly to grasp the door handle. I yank it open, ready to run out when suddenly the wooden slab gets stuck in place. Drat! What’s going on? Angrily, I shake it a little again but am stopped by a large male hand and the bluest pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.
Because it’s my gorgeous neighbor, Trent Lewis. I stand gaping up at him as he takes a step closer to me, his hand still flat on the door. He frowns down at me like he’s trying to figure something out, those dark brows furrowing over his piercing blue eyes. He’s standing so close that I can smell male cologne on his warm skin. I’m rooted to the spot and probably look like an idiot, gaping up at him like a fish out of water.
Oh shit. If EasyDude shows up, I’m gonna be humiliated. He’s going to see me going ga-ga over my hot neighbor, which is an awkward position, to say the least. But somehow, Trent’s not bothered by any of this? After all, how would he know? He’s here to grab a burger, and that’s all.
But there’s something going on with my neighbor. Call it womanly instinct, but I can sense electricity in the air. Plus, the muscled man is glaring at me so intensely that he looks almost angry. Finally, I manage to finally gather my wits to ask him what his problem is, when his huge hand suddenly envelops my wrist and he drags me into a booth in the far corner of the restaurant.
It all happens so fast that I have no time or chance to resist. Before I know what’s happened, I find myself sitting across from my neighbor’s impossibly huge form, that handsome face caught in a scowl. Oh shit! What if EasyDude comes now? I have to find some way to make my excuses, and begin blabbering like a fool.
“Wh-what are you doing, Mr. Lewis? Funny to see you here,” I stammer. He places his forearms on the table and leans forwards, still staring intently. But a look of insecurity flashes across his eyes, so fast I may have imagined it. Finally, the male speaks.
“HeartLove?”
What? My heart skips a beat. My mouth goes dry. I stare back in amazement. He can’t be. Trent can’t be EasyDude. Unless …. Wait a minute. Tattoos? Check. Muscular? Check. Hot as hell? Check check.
“What did you call me?” I manage in a hoarse