Matchmaking For The Shy Ch 04

Author's Note:

Matchmaking For the Shy is a six-part chain story written by members of the Author's Hangout in the Literotica forums.

Please see Part 1 written by mrs_mackenzie https://www.literotica.com/authors/mrs_mackenzie/works

Part 2 written by Devinter

https://www.literotica.com/authors/Devinter/works

Part 3 written by Joy_of_cooking https://www.literotica.com/authors/joy_of_cooking/works

Parts 5 and 6 will follow written by The Red Chamber and Kumquatqueen.

Heather stepped out onto the street, the cold front had blown over and it finally really felt like May. She was ready for the warmer weather, excited to be outside, exploring a new city and starting her new life. A life without that asshole Eric. She gave herself a mental shake, she was on her way to have coffee with a nice new man that Brianna thought was a perfect match for her. The last thing she needed to be doing was dwelling on her ex. A new city, a new life, and maybe a new relationship with an interesting new man.

That thought warming her she quickened her steps. She stopped in front of the cute little boutique next to Coffee Pages and examined her reflection in the window. She was glad she had made time to see the hair dresser Brianna had recommended, blondes had more fun after all and her hair had really grown out quite a bit since she had first dyed it. Satisfied with how she looked, she turned and resumed her walk.

Unsurprisingly, Brianna was behind the counter when she came through the door. She glanced around the tables, trying to hide the mix of nervousness and excitement inside her. Their resident novelist was at his usual table, pecking away at his laptop, two older ladies sharing a table, a younger couple opposite them, and a young man sitting in the back reading a book. She'd seen him look up when she came in, and then return to his book. The quick look he'd given her made it obvious he'd been looking for someone else.

Well, nothing wrong with being the first one here, she'd have a chance to talk to Briana.

"Heather, you look amazing," Briana commented as she approached the counter.

"Oh, thank you, and thank you for the recommendation."

"Of course, Patricia does wonderful work, doesn't she? And when she has someone as lovely as you to work with..."

Heather felt herself blushing, as she responded, "That's nice of you to say."

"The God's honest truth, what can I get you?"

Heather looked up at the menu, "Maybe the Iced Blonde Vanilla Latte? It's finally warm enough for that I think."

"And not a moment too soon," Briana agreed, "Want me to bring it over to your table?"

Heather looked at her in confusion, "Ahh, sure... that would be fine I guess."

Briana's smile broadened, "No sense in keeping your match waiting."

Heather's confusion deepened, "My match? But he isn't here yet."

It was Briana's turn to be confused, she leaned forward over the counter looking at the tables.

"No, he's still there, at the table in the corner, curly hair, reading a book."

"He is my match?"

"Is there a problem?" Briana's confusion giving away to concern.

"Yes, I mean no... it's just... well... he's... he's beautiful."

"Well, generally people consider that a good thing in a match, and you are beautiful too."

Heather took a deep breath, trying to relax herself. That man was... well beautiful. He looked like the actor cast to play the big city guy in some Hallmark movie, and regardless of what Brianna said she knew she definitely did NOT look like the small-town girl he was destined to fall in love with over Christmas. Her cute but quirky side kick maybe, if that maybe included a few months of hitting the gym and laying off Briana's baked goods.

She felt Brianna's hand on hers, and her calm voice.

"Heather, listen, if you really don't want to do this it's fine, you can just sit anywhere, and in a few minutes, I'll go tell him his match called and had to cancel. It will be fine. But I really think you are selling yourself short, I wouldn't have matched you with him if I didn't have a good feeling about this."

Heather gave Brianna a weak smile, "OK, I guess if I chicken out then I'm just being superficial."

Brianna returned the smile, "That's it, think positive."

Heather glanced over at the man, he still seemed to be engrossed in his book.

"Any idea what he's reading?"

"No, he brought it in, and I couldn't read the title when I took his drink over. The book looks ancient though."

Heather nodded, took a deep breath and with a confident stride that didn't match how she felt she headed for the table.

He looked up as she approached, standing as he realized she was heading for his table.

"Hello," he said with a dazzling smile as he extended his hand, "I'm Cassian, delighted to meet you."

She took his hand, shaking it, "I'm Heather, nice to meet you."

With a polished grace Cassian slid the chair out for her, "Care to join me?"

"Of course, I mean, that's why we're here, right?"

"Well, that's certainly true, but it's no reason not to extend the courtesy due a lady."

He returned to his own chair, picking up the book and tucking it away into a leather messenger bag that was on the remaining chair at the little table. Heather caught a glimpse of the title but it was in a language she didn't recognize.

"Uh, what are you reading?" she asked, trying to sound calm and confident.

"Meditations by Marcus Aurelius."

"It was beautifully bound."

"It is, they were true artisans back then."

He reached over, pulled the book back out of the bag and extended it to her.

She took it surprised by the weight of it as she examined the spine, then opened the book, carefully flipping through a few pages before looking up.

"What language is that, it isn't Latin is it?"

"No, good guess though, it's Koine Greek, the language he wrote it in."

"You speak Greek?"

"Unfortunately, no I just read it. I'm sure my pronunciation would be terrible if I tried. It's fairly distant from modern Greek, but it's nice to be able to read Plutarch in the original language, or most of the New Testament for that matter."

She stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. She handed the book back and he returned it to the bag.

Brianna appeared with her Iced Latte and set it down in front of her.

"Can I get you anything Cassian?"

He glanced at the empty coffee cup, "I'd hate to be accused of loitering, perhaps an Arnold Palmer?"

"I'll have it right out."

Brianna headed back to the counter, and Heather felt the weight of Cassian's eyes on her.

"What about you, you must be something of a reader to frequent this place. For fear of sounding cliched, read any good books lately?"

Grateful to be back in her comfort zone she smiled, "I just finished Triangle Circle, it's about women in the video game industry, it was really interesting."

"That's a dangerous subject to bring up so early."

"Why do you say that?"

"It seems women these days rather disapprove of men playing video games, so I suppose it would be a good litmus test to use."

"How so?"

"Well, if he uses it as an excuse to start talking about video games, that would certainly tell you something."

"I'm guessing you aren't going to then?"

"Oh, no certainly not. To be honest I've never really played them. Just wasn't my thing growing up, and I never really had time for them as an adult. It was a very good book though. I particularly enjoyed the part about Dona Bailey and her work on Centipede. Apparently, there is a script about her experiences at Atari that is in development hell. I hope they get that made."

"You really read that book?"

"Just before Halloween, a co-worker recommended it."

The couple was engrossed in a discussion of the book when Brianna returned with Cassian's drink. He looked up just long enough to thank her, he missed Brianna's broad smile as she made her way back to the counter.

They had both finished their drinks when Cassian's phone chimed. He glanced at his watch, and then smiled at Heather.

"Unfortunately, I have a conference call in 30 minutes I can't miss."

She nodded in response wondering if he'd set a bailout alarm, "I understand, duty calls and all that."

"Sadly so, perhaps we could finish this conversation over dinner?"

"Sure, I'd really like that," she responded, cursing herself, wondering if it had sounded as pathetically eager as she felt it had.

"Do you have plans for this evening, or is that too soon? I've been told there are rules for these sorts of things."

"I'm sure there are, but I have no idea what they are, so tonight would be wonderful."

"Might I suggest Keens?"

"Keens?"

"The steakhouse, on 36th. You aren't a vegetarian, are you?"

Heather laughed, "No, I'm not, and Keens sounds great."

"7 o'clock then? Would you prefer to meet there, or I could pick you up?"

Heather hesitated, not sure how to answer for a moment. As excited as she was, she wasn't quite ready for him to know where she lived.

"I can just meet you there."

"Excellent, I will see you tonight then."

Cassian got to his feet, picked up his bag and went to the counter where Brianna was fighting to suppress a grin. Heather watched as he took out his wallet and paid for the drinks, eschewing any change.

He glanced back and gave Heather a quick smile before going out the door. As soon as he was out of sight Brianna was around the counter and scurrying to the table. She sat down and the grin broke through.

"How was it?"

"He was amazing."

"I knew you two would hit it off."

Heather looked at her friend questioningly, "did you tell him about Triangle Circle?"

Brianna paused for a moment, "About what?"

"Triangle Circle, the video game book I told you about."

"Oh, right, no, I didn't, why?"

"He's read it! What are the odds of that?"

"Pretty slim I'd think, unfortunately it's a pretty niche book."

"Exactly, and he reads Greek, like old fashioned Greek."

"Well, you did want someone you could talk to about books..."

"He is certainly that. We're having dinner tonight, at some place called Keens, it's a steakhouse I guess."

"One of the oldest restaurants in the city Heather, it's really nice. Great food I hear."

Another customer came in and Brianna excused herself. She really did need to hire some help; this matchmaking thing could turn into a full-time job on its own, and she wanted to hear more about Cassian.

Heather pulled her phone out and did a quick search for Keens as Brianna tended to the new customer. It looked fancy, what on earth am I going to wear she wondered. She tucked the phone away before Brianna could scold her for violating the phone rule and considered her problem.

She'd been happy with her outfit when she put it on, but sitting next to Cassian she'd felt underdressed, he looked like he'd stepped out of a fashion shoot for a men's magazine. She was pondering that dilemma when Brianna returned with a fresh Iced Latte.

"I need your help," she announced.

"Of course, what can I do," Brianna responded without hesitation.

"I have no idea what to wear, did you see how he was dressed? Imagine what he wears to dinner?"

"Oh, I noticed, I wonder if I can get him to give Charles lessons? I bet he doesn't own a single t-shirt with so much as hint of a tear, unlike my husband who thinks holes add character."

Heather laughed at her friend's comment, "that's really not helping."

"Well, a girl can dream right? Why not try next door? Mia has some nice dresses that would work. I'm sure she'll have something in your size."

"That's a great idea, thank you, thank you for everything."

"You're very welcome, and if Mia can't help come back, we'll figure this out. I'm like your fairy godmother, getting you ready for the ball."

Heather got to her feet, "Well, I need to get going Fairy Godmother, I've got a lot to do before tonight."

"Tonight?" Brianna asked incredulously.

"Yes, we're meeting at 7, that's ok, isn't it? It doesn't make me look desperate, does it?"

"No, I think it's fine, all that stuff about waiting a certain number of days is just silly," besides, she thought, compared to Zach and Emma it was a positively glacial pace.

"What do I owe you for the drinks?"

"Nothing."

"No, Brianna, I couldn't."

"I'd love to claim it's me being generous, but Cassian paid for it."

"Yeah, but he left before I got another."

"The tip he left more than covered it, trust me."

"Well, ok, thanks then I guess."

"Good luck tonight., stop back if you need anything."

"I will."

Heather headed next door with a new found spring in her step. Once again Brianna had been right, and she found a beautiful dark navy dress. It was off the shoulders, she'd always thought her shoulders were one of her better features, but with long sleeves and not quite floor length. Thankful it wouldn't need any alterations she paid for it and hurried home.

The rest of her day was a blur. She struggled to focus on work, but found herself getting up every few minutes to look at the dress hanging in the bedroom. Wondering what tonight would bring, how many more surprises her handsome new friend had in store for her.

She finally gave up on getting any work done at 4:30. She went into the kitchen, and after surveying the collection of junk food in her refrigerator she settled for a glass of water and renewed her pledge to start eating better and get back to the gym.

Making her way back to her bedroom, she gave the dress another admiring glance before entering the bathroom. She turned the shower on and undressed. The water was nice and toasty warm when she stepped into it. Closing her eyes, letting it run over her body. Enjoying the warmth, the feel of the water running over her body. That asshole Eric had always complained about her taking long showers, bitching about the water bill, or the electric bill or something else equally stupid. Just some stupid excuse to deny her something she enjoyed.

Cassian wouldn't care how long a shower she took she was certain; he'd probably take a nice long shower with her. The thought of him in the shower, the feel of the water, and those strong hands on her body made her shiver. She forced herself to concentrate, putting that thought, no matter how pleasant, out of her mind. She needed to shave her legs, and she didn't want to be all pruney when she did.

With slow careful strokes she shaved her legs, then with a wicked grin she took began to lather her vulva. She was going to be a sultry vixen just like in her books.

The Maître d' greeted Cassian with a smile.

"Wonderful to see you Mr. Stafford, your table is ready."

"Thank you, Tyler, but if it wouldn't be too much trouble I would like to wait at the bar."

"As you wish, anyone I should be on the lookout for?"

"No one you would know Tyler, but thank you."

"My pleasure Mr. Stafford."

"I do wish you would call me Cassian."

"And risk the wrath of your father? Never," Tyler replied with a grin.

"From beyond the grave?" Cassian enquired, raising an eyebrow.

"That isn't a risk I'm willing to take, and if I have the good fortune to see him on the other side I will able to tell him we took good care of you for him."

"You certainly have Tyler," Cassian said, gently patting the older man on the shoulder, as he headed for the bar.

He ordered a bourbon and positioned himself to watch the door as he drank. Why the sudden nerves he asked himself as he took another sip. It wasn't like this was all that important. This afternoon's conference call had been to finalize a bid for one of the firm's biggest projects in a decade and he'd been perfectly calm. Now waiting for Heather, he needed a drink to steady himself.

What was it about her he wondered. She was pretty, but, if he was being honest with himself, she wasn't the most attractive woman he'd ever been on a date with. Hell, if Heather walked in at the same time as the girl from the other night... what was her name... Vicki, wasn't it? He'd probably be the only man at the bar to notice her, the rest of them would be ogling Vicki.

So, what was it then? Something about the way her shyness, the awkwardness he could see when she was trying to make small talk, melted away when she got passionate about something. She'd been a whole different person when she started talking about that book. So much passion for ideas, so unlike the women in his usual social circles. They were all about appearances and small talk.

What was it Reggie had called them? Easter eggs... that was it. Beautiful on the outside, but full of things that were bad for your health. Heather was definitely not an Easter egg. He had no idea what was inside her, but he was certain he wanted to know. That was the problem he realized. He really didn't know how to find out? How to get past all the obligatory small talk, the courtship rituals society had foisted upon them.

He loathed the small talk and elaborate games at work, it all seemed so ridiculous. You have a problem, my company has a solution, let's just agree on a number and get to work. Of course, it was never that easy on a deal. People wanted the courtship, the elaborate dance before everyone agreed to a deal they knew they wanted months ago, everyone wanted to feel special. It was all so absurd, you needed a dam, a bridge, a new airport? Stafford and Markus would build it for you. We don't care who you are, or why you want it, as long as your check clears, we'll build the damn thing. You weren't special, you just had money. But oh, the lengths they went to, to make them FEEL special. He shook his head at the absurdity of it all, then finished his drink.

That was the answer he suddenly realized, if you want to know what she's really all about, just make her feel special.

He set the glass down, the nerves were stilled, he had a plan. It shouldn't be too hard to make her feel special, after all, he was already certain she was special.

He was still savoring the thought when Heather came through the door in a blue dress. Cassian managed to arrive at the hostess's table just as she was turning to look for him. Heather smiled that shy smile of hers as she recognized him.

"Good evening," Cassian said.

"Hi," Heather managed in response.

"Your usual table?" the hostess enquired.

"That would be perfect," Cassian replied.

She set off and Cassian gestured for Heather to follow the hostess, then fell in behind her. They proceeded through the dining room to a table in the back corner. Cassian deftly stepped past Heather and pulled a chair out for her. She took her seat and the hostess handed her a menu. Cassian settled into the chair opposite.

"Menu?" the hostess asked.

"No, thank you," Cassian responded.

"Randall will be with you in just a moment."

"Thank you, Laura," Cassian said.

Heather's eyes were on the beautiful young hostess, she smiled at Cassian, then turned and walked away. When she looked back to Cassian, she realized his eyes had been on her. She felt herself blushing again and hated it. Cassian gave her that soft confident smile, and she felt herself relaxing.

"She's a bit of a walking stereotype," Cassian said.

"Excuse me?" Heather replied.

"Laura, the hostess, she's an aspiring actress from Iowa. The quintessential New York story, small town girl come to make it in the big city."

He shook his head wistfully before continuing.

"What about you, you aren't a native, what brought you here?"

Heather hesitated, my bastard cheating ex-husband got a job here was probably not a great conversation for a first, or was this second, date. Then again, she didn't want to start with a lie.

"I'm from upstate, near Albany, always dreamed of moving to the city, then my hus...ex-husband got a job here, so we finally moved."

"What is it you do?"