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I really do,” she assured me. “But you need to loosen up and have some fun every now and then. I swear, you’re half my age and I cut loose more with my girls at lunch than you do. What’s up with that?”
“I just don’t want any distractions,” I said.
“Is that right? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like your life is full of them. As in, distractions from one of the few things that really matter in life – love.”
“I’ll get to it when I get to it. I’m happy with my life. I really am.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Anyway,” I said, emphasizing each syllable to change the subject. “Enough about my love life. What’s been going on with you?”
I stepped over to the mirror and began touching up my makeup as Mom told me all about her adventures around the community with her friends. I was happy to hear it all, of course. Knowing Mom was in good hands and had a fun group of ladies to pass the time with went a long way toward making me feel better about her situation.
As I put the finishing touches of my makeup on, Mom’s best friends showed up to take her to dinner.
“See you, Mom,” I said, giving her a kiss as we departed.
“See you, sweetie. And remember what I said – have some fun! You deserve it!” Her friends took her off, leaving me alone.
I sighed, wondering if fun was anything close to how I felt about the evening ahead.
Chapter 5
PATRICK
A strange-as-hell feeling formed in the pit of my stomach as I sat at the bar of Park’s. The feeling was so damn strange, in fact, that it took me some serious thinking to figure out what the hell it was.
I was nervous.
Not truly nervous, to be sure. I wasn’t scared of Lola or anything like that. More like I was so damn eager to see her again, to get the evening going. I was so used to having women hanging off me whenever I wanted that meeting her, a woman who seemed immune to my charms, was new and exciting.
I checked my watch as I took in the neon-purple, ultra-hip interior of Park’s. She was running late. The bartender, a stylish young man dressed in skinny jeans and a white button-up shirt, approached me.
“Another?” he asked, nodding to the empty glass of the beer I’d just finished. I nodded and seconds later the glass was full.
Since I was waiting anyway, I slipped out my phone and decided to get a little research done – part of being a self-made entrepreneur like myself was always working when I could. I opened Google and typed in “haunted locations in Denver,” wanting to see if there was possibly anywhere nearby I could add onto my itinerary.
“Hey.”
I turned in my seat and there she was. And damn, did she look good.
Lola was dressed in the same clothes she’d been wearing at the clinic, but there was no doctor’s coat to hide her body. Her tight, dark blue jeans clung to her curves, her striped sweater stretched over her ample chest. Her makeup was done up – nothing crazy, just a little accentuation of her gorgeous eyes and full lips.
My cock shifted in my jeans, my body informing me it was well aware of the incredible specimen of beauty that stood before me. I cleared my throat and made a conscious effort to shove down the part of me that wanted to react to Lola like some kind of horny schoolboy.
“Hey,” I said, rising from my seat and giving her a quick peck on each cheek. “Good to see you again.”
Her body tensed a bit as I kissed her, and I sensed that she was either nervous or not used to dates. I gestured to the seat next to mine and we sat down.
“Sorry,” she said. “Didn’t mean to run late on you. I had to make some calls to the office about appointments tomorrow.
“Your receptionist not handling them?”
She shook her head. “No, not that clinic. The other one in town where I work pro-bono. The whole staff’s volunteer, which means receptionists are a luxury. Usually, we handle our own appointments.”
“That’s impressive,” I said. “Making time for the less fortunate.”
She shrugged as if it were no big deal. “I try to give back. Eye care can be so damn expensive – doesn’t seem right that only the rich or people with insurance have access to it.”