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runs through her arched back. All I can think about is how wet that pussy must be. I want to tear into it right now, but the anticipation is where the fun resides. It makes the reward so much greater. I walk over to my seat, watching her from the corner of my eye. She adjusts her skirt a little and wipes the palms of her hands down her hips before walking back over to her seat.
    "Oh, my bad. It's over here on the desk. I swear I put it in the file cabinet. Sorry."
    I look at her and smile. She's biting her lip and I'm not going to be able to tease her much longer.
     

     
    The rest of the day is pretty normal, but she's catching on to the bullshit, and I can tell she isn't going to take it much longer. I'm worried she might bite my head off like a praying mantis if I don't make a move.
    "You know—"
    Her eyes light up.
    "I was thinking that once work is done today, we won't really have any professional ties. Maybe we could grab dinner?"
    Her cheeks flush with red hues and she tries to play it cool, but she can barely keep from squirming in her seat. She smiles and stutters, yet manages to get a few words out. "Umm, yes. I would like that."
    "Awesome. I'll pick you up at seven. Text me your address." I stand up from the chair and walk to the door.
    "There's still five minutes of work left."
    I glance back and she has her hands on her sexy little hips. I throw her a wink. "That's what the quiche was for."
     

     
    I'm cruising in the Fastback, drawing looks at every corner. She really is a thing of beauty. Highland green like Steve McQueen's in Bullitt , only his was a '68. I don't know if I've ever loved a woman more than this car, well, other than my mom. It's the only car I've driven since I was 17.
    I pull up to Holly's house. I'm certain she heard me and is standing by the door. They always are. She'll make me wait 30 seconds before she answers, so as not to appear desperate.
    I walk up and knock. Sure enough, 30 seconds later the door opens, and she looks gorgeous. I have flowers, of course. She's getting the whole package tonight. Her dress is black and mid-length. It would be conservative for most, but it's probably the sexiest thing in her closet. It doesn't matter. She looks smoking hot in it, and it's going to end up on the floor.
    I open the car door for her like a gentleman, courtesy of Mrs. Hannover who would wallop me with a cast iron skillet if I behaved any differently. She's impressed, but I think it's more with the car than my chivalrous nature.
    I walk around and get in the driver's seat. Right now is my favorite part of the evening. When I turn the key, her panties are going to melt. I can see her waiting. I fire up the Fastback, and my baby continues her winning streak. The vibrations under the hood send her squirming in her seat. Sorry for ruining your panties, Holly. I'll just have to rip those off of you.
    Soon.
    "Wow. I am in love with this car."
    "She's taken." I flash her a grin.
    I pop the clutch and hammer it about halfway, enough to get a rush of adrenaline running through Holly as her back is forced against the seat. It's standard procedure for my dates. I quickly slow back down to cruising speed.
    "Oh my fucking god." She immediately covers her mouth, like it's a sin to drop an f-bomb.
    Won't be the last time she says that phrase tonight.
    "Holly?"
    "Yeah?"
    I lean over next to her. "It's okay to say fuck in front of me. We're grown-ups now."
    She punches me in the arm playfully as I laugh. There's that smile.
    "You have a smart mouth on you, you know that?"
    You're going to find out how smart my fucking mouth is. Very soon.
    "I know. I probably kid too much."
    "No, it suits you. It's cute. You don't overdo it." She twirls her hair with her index finger.
    "Well thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates it."
    We pull up to the restaurant—it's on the first floor of a large hotel—and I reluctantly hand my keys to the valet. I'm not happy about it. I usually avoid these guys.
    Holly must sense