Why did I send him home? That bulge in Wolf's banana sling looked so good.
Well, he had to understand I wasn't easy. Besides now he knows I'm the Alpha and he's the bitch. Too, he can think about our relationship. In the cold light of dawn was he really interested, or just caught up in the moment? Does he really want to be mine? After all, it was a sexually charged party, with everyone in sexy skimpy clothes and having a good time.
How many friends did he have here? Maybe he has a straight girlfriend? There are lots of other gay bars around. Maybe he has another boyfriend. After all, you'd think a hunk like him wouldn't stay single for long.
Just in case he really did show up I put on my pink satin and lace panties, my white bra and with my boobs covered by my blue and silver print long sleeve dress with the modest collar line and hem ten cm. below my knees. If he was a 'no show' I could walk three blocks to the Indian place on Hickory. This is a safe neighborhood for a lady to walk at night.
'Buzz.'
"Hello?"
"Hello. It's Wolf. I'm here."
"Wait there. I'll be right down." Quick glance at the time on the phone. Right on time. Good start.
I slip on my spike heel ankle boots with the fur trim around the top, pull on my mink, and drop my keys into my brown purse with the long shoulder strap, then head for the elevator.
Oh my! His coat is open. He's wearing a dark blue suit, pale pink shirt and a purple and pink tie. His lace up shoes are polished shining black.
"Alex. You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You look handsome yourself."
He took me to an upper price chain restaurant.
"Tell me a bit about yourself Alex."
"Well, I was born and raised in Kitchener......"
By the end of dinner we knew all about each other's past. Wolf was seventeen years older than my twenty eight years. He was fluent in five languages, and was the V.P. of Canadian Operations at his companies headquarters in Port Credit.
"So, Wolf. Now that you've had time to think about Saturday, what do you want to do?"
"Alex, Alex. I was so afraid I was shaking as I drove over to your place. What if you didn't really want me? Was I just a one night stand? Would you give me the 'let's just be friends' talk and I'd have to act sophisticated and be 'just a friend' all through dinner?
"You were serious? You really want me to be your, um, er? Really?"
"I think we should go to your place and talk, dear."
Wolf's apartment is in an upscale neighborhood of modern high-rises. Secure underground parking and all that.
Wolf took my mink and hung it in the closet by the door then followed me as I looked around.
To the right a modern kitchen, all stainless steel and black granite. spotlessly clean.
The dining area had parquet hardwood and a mahogany dining room set with simple clean lines. The living room had deep soft beige carpet, pale tan walls, an impressionist style painting of boats at anchor, and white leather furniture. The coffee and end tables were glass and chrome. Out the balcony's sliding glass doors was a view of the city.
There were two guest bedrooms. One serving as a home office, and a separate bathroom. The master bedroom has an en suite with separate tub and shower. All white marble. The bedroom had deep soft dark blue wall to wall, royal blue wall paper with light grey vertical stripes. The far wall was all French doors that led to the balcony. Above the king sized bed's headboard/bookshelf was a painting of two nude well muscled men holding hands and looking out at a moonlit lake.
The whole flat was spotlessly clean and tidy. Unlike my fairly clean but cluttered nest.
"Aren't you going to offer a lady a drink, dear?"
"UM, yes, of course Alex. I can offer you coffee, green tea, or wine. I have a nice Riesling in the refrigerator.
"Wine would be lovely dear. Why not take off your jacket and tie?"
"Cheers." We sat together on the couch.
"Cheers. Can you dim the lights dear?"
We sat and sipped in the mellow glow enjoying the city lights.
"How did you meet Vicki and Allison?"
"Allison is one of the managers that works with me."
