Her jet black hair was bound in a tight French braid, accentuating her exotic, catlike almond-shaped eyes and her high, perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her small, almost child-like pink mouth seemed to form a tiny pout as she studied the papers spread out before her. “Damn…” she kept murmuring, frowning to herself, completely oblivious to the man staring at her from across the nearly empty diner. One shapely leg swung rhythmically and the other was folded beneath her as she worked.
Kevin Duvall watched the petite Asian lady with undisguised fascination, his own blue eyes wide and admiring as he took in her delicate loveliness. There was something about her that had simply grabbed him from the moment he first saw her, six months ago. She was there every Thursday night, every Tuesday night, from seven to about ten or so, crunching numbers and working for hours on whatever it was she did. Since that night, so was Kevin. He sometimes felt mortified about the fact he blatantly spied upon her, and he was definitely sick of the food, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop coming.
Something was going to have to change, though, Kevin knew, because he was starting to feel like a stalker. He was a nice enough guy, good looking in that Blond-haired, blue-eyed all-American kind of way, 5’10 inches of strength and vitality that had never failed him when it came to scoring women. Hard, brutal work building houses had kept him lean and tough, but ever since he had first seen her, he hadn’t thought about anyone else. He had been sporting a nine-inch hard-on for six months now, and he was tired of jacking off in the bathroom every night he saw her.
Why didn’t she ever notice him? Kevin’s own frown deepened as he contemplated his situation and felt his familiar, painful tightening in his balls. It had become more than a physical ache—Kevin felt his heart squeeze painfully as he watched her.
It took him a moment to realize she was staring back at him. Kevin felt the fire race up to his face as her eyes locked with his. A perplexed expression was on her lovely face and her leg had ceased its movement. A jolt of electricity shot through Kevin and he felt himself pale as he watched her, horrified, get up and move towards him.
Her stride was smooth and determined, and Kevin could only stare as she stood beside him, barely five feet tall and far more lovely than he had imagined. Her exquisitely carved-face was tilted at an angle as she gazed at him with questioning, curious, beautiful eyes. Kevin felt like he was drowning as he noticed the flecks of green and gold in them, and the long, black eyelashes that framed them so perfectly. Intelligent, sensual, curious eyes that seemed to look him through and through to render him speechless.
“You were staring at me again.” She said, quietly, calmly.
Kevin felt as though he would die, and when he spoke, it seemed as though his words were lost in a different language. “Mfmdfdfdf…” He mumbled, his face flaming.
Suddenly, a warm, teasing smile spread across the girl’s face, and she laughed out loud. “I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you.” She said, reaching out to enclose his fingers with hers. “But I figured I might as well say hello or find somewhere else to work…you’re starting to distract me.”
Kevin paused, and when she laughed again, he felt himself laugh, too. “God, I’m such an idiot,” he apologized, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish grin. “My name is Kevin.”
“Mine is Laine.” She told him, sliding into the seat next to him with a warm grin. “So tell me,” she invited, in a conversational, teasing tone, “What is it that has you so fascinated?”
Kevin felt himself flush again, but her smile seemed genuine. He hesitated only briefly, then decided that the truth would serve him best. “I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, feeling slightly ashamed, “I think you are one of the loveliest girls I’ve ever seen, but I didn’t know how to approach you.”
“Only one of the loveliest?” She teased, caressing his hand gently and smiling.
“God, if you only knew!” Kevin blurted, feeling himself relax and start to really enjoy her. For a moment, he even forgot about his hard cock as she continued to smile at him. “I can’t think of anyone else, I haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you, that’s how spun I am!” he exclaimed.
“In that case, why don’t we get out of here?” She suggested, her tone taking on a definite suggestive tone. “I’m not dressed to go out, but if you’d like, you can follow me back to my place and I could change.”
Kevin turned his admiring eyes towards her outfit. As always, she was dressed in a trim, perfectly tailored suit, wine-colored today that seemed to both conceal and enhance her figure. Lust jolted him again as he imagined being in her apartment and perhaps seeing what was beneath that professionalism.
She was smiling wickedly at him, and Kevin smiled sheepishly as he realized he had gotten lost again. Jumping to his feet, he followed her to the table she had been at and watched as she gathered her things. “You must have a tough job,” He commented. “What is it that you do?”
She only smiled mysteriously at him as she slung her shoulder bag and case over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
The drive took only five minutes, but it seemed excruciatingly long to Kevin as he followed her 2001 Saturn through the rainy night. At last, they pulled into a quiet parking lot of a well-maintained complex. Kevin turned off his own car and waited, his hands shaking, as he watched her get out of her car and approach his.
The rain on her smooth, make-up free face seemed natural and she looked wild and exotic as she smiled at him. “Are you coming?” She asked, grinning at him.
He jumped out of the car and followed her as she led him to the apartment, opening the door and disappearing inside. Immediately, Kevin took in the warm, inviting home, with its rich tapestries and cherry wood furnishings. It felt like another world—totally different than his own Spartan plywood junk that he had been so proud of.