*I want to thank everyone for their kind feedback and comments. I made the first chapter relatively short because I wasn't quite sure which direction I was going with this story. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 2-CoCo*
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"I need direct deposit," she muttered leaving work.
Rushing, she didn't notice the tall figure coming her way until they almost collided.
"Sorry," his accent flushed her cheeks,"Bianca, is it?" he gazed down at her.
She looked up into concrete eyes that steadied her.
"Hello!" she greeted, smiling warmly.
Dressed every bit of a hot shot attorney, he wore a navy pinstripe suit with a crisp white button-up and navy tie, his salt and pepper hair ruffled in the breeze while his black Gucci loafers shined.
There was something about his eyes that made her feel content.
He stared down at her out of uniform.
Dark skinny jeans clung to her waist, while a "Bob Marley" graphic tee gave him a better view of her bountiful bust. She shifted in her rainbow colored sneakers.
"Back so soon?" she joked.
She hadn't seen him in over a month.
He had his reasons but just looking into that gorgeous face made his cock twitch.
"Been busy around the office," he smiled, "Not working today?"
"No."
"Awww, that's a shame," he tsked, "I was looking forward to being serviced by you."
She gasped lightly at his sexually saturated joke. Thinking he had made her uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to apologize.
"Not today," she laughed innocently.
Before he could stop himself he invited her to lunch. She accepted on the terms that she could pick the place.
They walked down the street towards a quaint cafe. A soft autumn breeze blew, pushing them closer together.
They entered the establishment and were instantly seated.
"I don't even know your name, sir" she inquired as the waiter left.
"Its David, and please no more "sirs", I beg of you" he said, his delicious British accent making her melt.
"Sorry," she muttered, "How old are you, David? "
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Thirty-two."
She nodded, her teeth grazed her bottom lip.
"Such a mature age" she cooed.
He laughed, "If that's a kind way of saying, "you're old", then thank you love."
She joined him in a chuckle.
"You've got a young spirit, if that helps" she teased.
"How can you tell?" he inquired.
She crinkled her nose and squinted her eyes.
"Its in your eyes. You've got youthful eyes, sir. Um, I mean David" she giggled.
His smile deepened, exposing light dimples and a faint blush appeared across his face.
"Thank you" he replied staring into her almond shaped eyes.
Not one to be intimidated, she stared deeper. Relaxing her shoulders and cocking her head to one side, she gave off an innocent school girl look.
He readjusted his posture, trying to get the immense boner under control.
She dropped her megawatt smile just as the waiter approached, turning him red.
"Can I help you?" a thin, middle-aged black man asked.
Bianca shifted her gaze back to the menu.
"I'll have the vegan platter with extra mushrooms" she ordered.
"And for you, sir?" flustered, he tugged at his tie and scanned the menu.
"Um, the special please."
"Chicken pot pie, it is."
He collected the menus and left to place their order.
She leaned forward, puckering her lips and looking in his firey grey eyes.
"Uncomfortable?" she questioned.
He bit his lip, but smiled.
Breathing an air of clarity, he spoke softly and with conviction.
"Not at all. Why, its quite the contrary, I find myself more at ease in your presence."
He reached across the table and grasped her silky dark hands.
An electrical current fused between them and the second they touched, it intensified sending a spark down both their spines.
"Wow!" She let out a huge breathe of air.
His hands were rather large and warm. The warmth intensified when he squeezed hers in his.
"You feel it too?" he asked in a whisper.
She nodded, solemnly and grasped his hands tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she inhaled a smokey mint aroma.
David leaned forward and raised their meshed hands to his face. A light coconut smell overtook his nostrils.
He stuck out his lips and kissed her hands. Letting his stubble graze the back of her hand, he looked into lovely dark half hooded eyes.
Someone roughly cleared their throat.
They looked up into the stern eyes of their waiter.
David raised a brow in confusion.
He placed Bianca's platter in front of her with a warm smile and David's in front of him with thin lips.
"Anything else?"
"No, sir. Thank you" she flashed that smile again.
The waiter smiled, a little too wide for David's liking and left.
She reached for her fork and hovered above her plate, a wonderfully deep voice stopped her half way. "How do you do that?"
She looked up into majestically fierce eyes. Furrowing her brow, she lowered the fork.
"Do what?"
He rolled his eyes.
"How do you make men completely lose their cool around you?" he reiterated the question.
Her eyes widened as she assessed the seriousness in his voice.
"I don't. I'm completely oblivious to it.The guys I chase usually hold my full attention" she said.
He grinned, "You chase?"
She smiled, lightly.
"I'm used to going after what I want. But lately, I've been the prey" she shrugged her shoulders then proceeded to rub her finger in a circular motion around the top of her glass of water.
He stared at her through hooded eyes, his eyebrow raised in intrigue and his lips a thin line.
*I'd never prey on you, baby* he found himself thinking.
She raised her fork once again and scooped up a piece of asparagus. Looking into his eyes she dipped the tip in her mouth, sucked then bit with a single snap before chewing. Her dark brown eyes lightened and that whimsical look appeared on her face again.
"Not hungry?" she challenged.
He leaned over and grabbed her hand, positioning the rest of the asparagus at the tip of his lips he bit down and engulfed the remainder between his lips.
*Not for food * another thought ran through his mind.
She didn't notice her breathing stopped until a little wafer of air escaped her.
"Very" he answered in a whisper staring her down.
He leaned back and fixed his tie before digging in.
Looking up between bites, he saw her smile and resumed her meal.
She really digged into her plate, nibbling on broccoli and offering him bits of it.
"I'm really more of a meat and potatoes man" he earnestly replied, shoving a fork full of chicken into his mouth.
"You're right about one thing. You are a man" she looked him over once more.
Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, chiseled features.
