Let me start by introducing myself. I am Rylan Washer. I live in Chicago and am pretty much one of those bachelors that girls pool over at parties, dying to be the one person to land in my bed and finally my heart. Unfortunately for them, they don't understand I have a rule, I won't ever fall for a woman I have slept with so easily. Women too readily available don't excite me. However, it would be a novelty for me to get a woman who would reject my advances. At the age of 31, I have probably slept with half the adult female population and might have slept with the same women countless times.
Life had become a bore for me. I am the CEO of a large publishing company and readily meet more than my fair share of models and struggling actresses who try to bribe me with their bodies insanely. I might be a sexually active man but even I draw the line on that. Never mix business with pleasures. It was my mantra.
My morning started sharp at 7 o clock and I would leave my house by 8:30 and reach my cabin by 9 o clock. I never was late for work. The whole morning was used up in meeting my partners, associates, my junior employees, my editors, my creative heads, etc. I had my lunch along with my advisor where we discussed about the problems we were informed in the morning and then it was a repeat of the morning, only it comprised in giving out solutions, barking orders and mostly a lot of exhaustive review and research. If there was a party or event where I had to attend, my secretary informed me at lunch and I usually wind up everything to head back home, shower and change for the event. It was exhausting, soul consuming and boring. It was an excitement at one time but it was nothing but a bore now to me. It probably would have continued for the rest of my life had it not been for her.
When I say, I don't believe in love, trust me I don't; yet it had been plain love at first sight with her. It was like a scene from some Hollywood romantic movie, and yet I had known she was the One. Of course since it was my love story, it wasn't easy.
It was the morning of Monday and I was driving my car through the one way street to my office. The signal changed and I cursed. Sometimes the Gods intentionally wanted me to be late. I watched as the pedestrians walked out from the subway stations and rushed to their offices. I don't know why I singled her out.
Was it because she was wearing a color different from the rest of the crowd, or that she seemed to be struggling or was it because she was limping. She stopped right in the middle of the road, in front of my car and bent. She took out the sandal from her right foot and jerked it a few times. Probably a stone had got into it. She put it down, wore it again and winced.
It was then she turned to face me. The air from my lungs whooshed out in a second. She wasn't my type at all, yet she drew me. I took her appearance in. She had long straight hairs - reddish brown in color. Her skin was olive toned and she was not the usual zero size. She was voluptuous. Her hips were huge and her waist dainty. She was probably 5 feet 6 inch tall. Her face was exquisite. A Grecian nose, rosebud sculpted mouth and the dreamiest almond shaped eyes I have ever seen. She took my breathe away.
She jerked her sandal again and this time when she bent down to put on her sandals, I had a great view of her huge hips. My dick jumped into its 9 inch length, hard and throbbing. The lights changed then and I watched as the woman went away from me. If it wasn't just my brains and heart shouting, my dick almost turned towards her direction. Fuck, I thought. I wanted her.
It was insane. I had to move my car from the traffic. I kept looking at the rear view mirror trying to catch her among the crowd. My body was so aroused, I am sure I couldn't go past the whole day. I turned the car on the next lane and lost her. But her face lingered, her beautiful almond eyes haunted me. What was there in her?
I wanted to go back but it was a one way road and the traffic was heavy. I couldn't have stopped even though I wanted to. By the time, I came to some of my unfrozen senses I had reached my office. She was lost. What was the way to find a girl you had just seen? No names, no number, not even a freaking clue of who she might be and if I would ever see her again.
I walked to my cabin in a daze, replaying her from the first sight I had of her. Those long reddish hairs; how I wished to touch it. I walked fast through my office so that no one would ever see my hard throbbing dick. I needed to find her. But how?
It is needless to say that I didn't get any work done that morning at all. I was torn between going through the memory and the throbbing dick stuck inside my clothes. At lunch for the first time in my entire CEO life, I left the office alone. I had to find her. I drove the way round to the same traffic crossing and parked my car. The lunch hour was probably on in all the offices and there were flocks of people going to the nearby restaurants and hawker stalls. I roamed about the place and I crossed the same crossing as her so many times that I could have now crossed it in my sleep.
There was no sign of her. It was madness, I told myself. What had I thought? How was it possible to meet the same woman, I had glanced in the morning. It was stupidity. It was probably the work load - it was getting to me finally. It was an hour since I had come to the street, searching for her and finally when my hope was gone, I decided, I might as well get some coffee from the nearest Starbucks. It would probably clear my mind. I moved to the coffee place and was just entering it when there was a flash of lime green right before me. I stilled.
There she was. I forgot to breathe and took another hard hungry look at her. She was as gorgeous as I had thought. She was wearing a lime green tunic and black slacks. She was sporting a cup of coffee and fishing for something in her bag. I stared at her as she walked towards me. Even though I knew it I let her clash into me. The coffee slipped from her hand and splashed over my white shirt. I hardly registered the heat, as I stared at her. So close.
"I am so sorry," she said. Her voice was husky and sweet. My dick went impossibly hard. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She looked up at me and stopped. Her dreamy eyes met mine. There it was the emptiness that I had seen before. The view was clear, the feelings bare, and it shook me to the roots.
"I want you," I told her.
"What?" she said. She shook her head and noticed my terrible state and murmured, "I am sorry about that. Now if you will excuse me."
I stopped her by moving in front of her. "I do not accept your apology." I told her.
She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked up at me defiantly. Feisty. I liked feisty. "I said I am sorry." She made a move again and I counteracted her again.
"Sorry is not enough." I told her. Her lips looked amazing. Just one lick and a man could die kissing them. I wanted to tell her that all I wanted was her but answered, "Let's be fair. I lost a shirt and you lost your coffee. Let me buy you a coffee."
She stared at me for another long minute then as if something clicked in her mind, she tilted her head to one side giving me a clear view of her creamy neck. My mouth watered at its sight. There was a single mole at her neck and I wanted it. "I don't need a coffee." She said finally and made a move to leave. I counter stepped her and blocked her way again. Her lips was pursed, her eyes narrow and even if I couldn't see her eyes I knew she was glaring at me with suspicion.
"I insist. It's just a coffee," I told her coolly. I was in my total charming self. My senses were in full drive so I could charm her into accepting my offer. Say yes, I thought. I willed her to do so. She looked up straight into my eyes and for a moment everything was gone. Those mysterious brown eyes, with their whirlpool of secrets, brimming with concealed emotions, stared back at me, trying to figure me out. She was thinking, analyzing hard, and then coming to conclusions. Finally she let out a breathe and narrowed her eyes. I braced myself for another rejection.
