Hunter was an executive for a large manufacturer in California. He was an expert salesman, but he'd not limited himself exclusively to sales. If he found an opportunity to increase business for the firm through other means, he wouldn't hesitate to go for it.
His aggressive nature caught the eye of the President of the company and he was caught by surprise when he was presented with a promotion to Vice President of Corporate Sales.
With his new salary, Hunter closed on a new home. He immediately held a house warming party and invited his friends and colleagues.
It was a fabulous home sitting on five acres. The driveway entered the property over a small pond and wrapped around to the side of the house where an iron gate led to the backyard. The backyard sported an indoor/outdoor pool with a swim-up bar, tennis courts and a gazebo with a large deck surrounding it. The garage opened on both sides. The garage doors facing the backyard were open to expose the Lamborghini he had bought the previous year. He'd never taken it to the office, but he wanted to show off his success on this day.
The turn out couldn't have been better. People from virtually every department attended. The band was great and the catered food was delicious. It was a huge success.
The next week, Hunter was inundated with email thanking him for the party. One cryptic email stood out among the rest. It read:
Hunter,
Your party was incredible. Why don't we get together and have one of our own?
Lovingly,
Leanne.
He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He knew Leanne and he could only assume that this letter didn't mean what first came to his mind.
He replied to her and told her that he would be happy to host a party for her if that was what she meant. She wrote back telling him that she wanted him all night at the party but couldn't find the right opportunity to let her emotions show for fear of coworkers catching on. She asked if he were free Friday night and said that she wanted to serve him drinks at the swim-up bar.
He replied, "I'll be waiting. If you plan on getting wet, you better bring a few changes of clothes."
The week went by slower than ever and he began to get anxious about the evening to come. He pondered what he was going to do and how he would treat her to an incredible evening. He finally decided on the night's events and had quite a surprise in store for her.
Leanne arrived at Hunter's house around seven o'clock on Friday evening to find his Lamborghini out front with both doors up and the engine running. She got out, grabbed her bag and started for the front door.
Just then, Hunter walked out with a hanging bag full of clothes. As he closed the door behind him, he said, "Get in. I'm takin' you for a little ride."
She stood at the passenger door confused as to where she should put her bag. Hunter walked up behind her, grabbed her bag and stuffed behind the seat.
"Get in!" he sarcastically, but impatiently said.
Leanne got into the car and Hunter closed the door behind her.
He crammed his bag in the car and jumped in.
"Do you want me to excite you?" He asked? "Do you like it fast?" he added.
"Oh yes! Excite me! I've been waiting all week!"
With that, Hunter released the emergency brake and stepped on the gas. The car screeched out of the driveway and down the road, speeding faster and faster with every second. Hunter was going through the gears like an expert. The engine was rumbling and vibrating Leanne's entire body. She was absolutely exhilarated.
The excitement, the mystery, and how Hunter had taken charge of the situation so quickly aroused Leanne.
"I had no idea you had plans for us. I thought we'd be spending the evening at your place." Leanne said.
"No." Hunter said. "I've got something special planned. An adventure."
Leanne sunk into the seat as Hunter accelerated even more to the freeway. Leanne's adrenaline was rushing through her body so strong that she couldn't speak.
Hunter exited the freeway and took an old gravel road crowded with trees and vines. Leanne was scared for a moment and then she saw the ocean. Hunter pulled onto a secluded part of the beach only accessible from this hidden road. Hunter advanced onto the beach, turned parallel to the waves, and slowed the car to crawl, resting his hand on Leanne's thigh.
She placed her hand on his and sighed, "This is beautiful. How did you know this was here?"
Hunter removed his hand from her lap and reached for the console, flipping a switch. Leanne heard a click and then, suddenly, the doors opened upwards. Hunter returned his hand to Leanne's lap and squeezed her leg. Leanne reached over and rubbed Hunter's arm as she gazed out towards the moonlit ocean. She could hear the waves crashing on the beach over the rumble of the engine and she could feel the spray gently misting her arm and cheek.
Hunter gently hit the accelerator again. Only ten feet from the ocean's edge, Hunter sharply turned the car towards the water and abruptly stopped. He put the car in reverse and backed up just out of the waves' reach. He stepped out, reached into his bag and removed a bottle of wine and a single wineglass.
He walked to the front of the car and met Leanne who had propped herself on the hood. Leanne was wearing a sundress and flats. She was stunning. She was looking out, admiring the beach at dusk. Hunter handed Leanne the glass and opened the bottle, pouring just a little into the glass for her approval. Leanne grinned as if to say, "This could be muddy water and I'd still drink it. This is heaven. Fill it up." Hunter filled the glass and threw the bottle into the sand, spilling the rest of the expensive bottle of wine.
Leanne laughed in disbelief and took a sip. Hunter took the glass from her and took a sip for himself. Leanne leaned back onto the hood, resting on her elbows. Hunter took another sip, turned to look further down the beach, and then took Leanne's hand and pulled her to her feet.
