The idea for this one came from a lovely young friend. I hope she reads it and enjoys it. ~~BrettJ
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Miranda Warren watched her friend K.C. West pace back and forth in the coffee shop in which she worked. She could tell that the attractive young blonde was nervous. K.C. had no reason to be. She was the pretty young blonde with the vivacious personality. If anyone should be nervous, it should have been her other friend, Casey Carter. How often does a 40-year old insurance broker get to go on a date with a 21-year old blonde model type?
"Will you stop and sit down? You're wearing a groove in the floor," Miranda told her friend. "He's not late, he still has ten minutes. I don't know why you're so worried; he's going to fall for you in a heartbeat." Miranda knew that was true, although she didn't quite know how she knew. She could see why K.C. would be into Casey. He was her favorite customer, tall and dark with a brooding intensity she found fascinating. He was always working on his laptop and despite his profession; he liked being creative and discovering new things. Miranda had kept hoping Casey would notice her, but he seemed oblivious to her continued attempts at flirtation. She knew that he wasn't seeing anyone and when she became friends with K.C. she discovered her other friend was newly single after a bad breakup. Well, if she couldn't have Casey, perhaps K.C. could. Miranda thought she could live vicariously through her friend and maybe, if she was lucky, Casey might just have a cute, successful friend that she could date.
Casey walked in the door a few minutes later and Miranda greeted him while pointing to his date. A broad smile broke over his handsome face as he saw K.C. Miranda was happy for her friends and she hoped that their evening would go well. Neither of them had been lucky in love, K.C. had dated a lot of losers and Casey's marriage had gone down in very expensive flames.
The two people sat and had coffee, not knowing Miranda's watchful eyes were on them the entire time. They were actually cute; it was like they were having a "pre-date interview". K.C. certainly seemed to be charmed, Miranda could see that. She kept putting her hand on Casey's arm, her eyes were almost doing a jig and the smile K.C. wore was almost lighting up the room. As they left the café, K.C. gave her friend a huge "thumb's up". Miranda decided that she had done her good deed for the year.
K.C. was already impressed enough with the handsome 40-year old to consider him a "keeper". She had wanted to keep their date casual and now she was glad that Miranda had told her to dress sexy. "Men his age like a girl who looks like a girl," Miranda had counseled her. Oh, how right Miranda had been -- she had to buy her friend a nice thank-you gift when next she could.
K.C. was enjoying the evening air and the company. Parking near the café was atrocious so Casey had to park a few blocks away. As far as K.C. was concerned, he could have been parked a mile away and she would have been fine with that. She was enjoying the time spent with Casey and the cool evening air on her bare legs. Miranda had told her friend that her legs were her best feature and that she should dress to accentuate them. K.C. had taken that advice to heart and worn a short skirt and very spiky high heels. With a wry smile, she saw that her date had noticed both. K.C. was really into Casey, she decided that the similarity in their names was just one good omen. She intended to charm the pants off of this guy -- literally.
K.C. liked the fact that she was young enough not to have to play games. Girls of her generation were more open about what they wanted and they weren't afraid to go after it. That's why she couldn't understand why Miranda herself hadn't simply asked Casey out for a date. She was puzzled as hell about that, yet Miranda had set her up with the handsome man and assured her a number of times that it was okay. Miranda had even told her that her first choice for a dress wasn't sexy enough. "This guy is a real catch," Miranda enthused. "You've got to make him come after you, think black, short and tight." Which was exactly the way that K.C. had gone. It seemed to be working because as she slid into the car and the dress rode up, his eyes followed every inch of her. She hoped that their mutual attraction continued throughout dinner, because she was attracted to him physically. Miranda's loss was going to be her gain.
He took her to a wonderful restaurant that she could never have afforded on her earnings. K.C. was now impressed on two levels, his physical beauty and Casey's generosity. She looked at the drink menu and some of the bottles of wine cost more than she earned in a week. Some even cost as much as she earned in a month!
K.C. loved a man who could wear a suit and Casey had the build for the suit he was wearing. It looked expensive and she remembered Miranda telling her that her date had been married and been through a bitter divorce. Obviously his wife hadn't cleaned him out if he could afford a place like this and a suit like that. She poured on the charm, flirting as best she knew how. Casey seemed to be hanging on her every word. She leaned as close to him as she dared while they talked. Their drinks came and they sipped them leisurely. He wasn't rushing her and he really seemed interested in what she had to say. She was probably talking a bit more than normal, yet Casey seemed to smile in all the right places. Oh yes, this one was a keeper!
Casey was enamored with his date, lost in the sweet and lovely face, the pure blue eyes and the long blonde hair. She appeared to be angelic, but the subtle little flirtations both here and at the coffee shop revealed she could be a little devil if encouraged. He was going to take this slow, no point in rushing a good thing. His dad had taught him that lesson, to always be a gentleman. It had backfired on him at times, but he still stuck to it. Still, as he looked at K.C. in the short black dress and outrageously sexy heels, his mind did wander into some evil thoughts. If he was to survive this date with his sanity intact, he had to push them down.
"I don't think I've asked you, what does K.C. stand for," Casey grinned. "Isn't it odd, our names being so similar?"
"Miranda thinks it's an omen, but that's just like Miranda," K.C. laughed. "It stands for Katherine Charlotte; I was named for my mother's sister and my father's as well. I could just as easily have been C.K. and I've heard there was an argument over who got top billing. My mother won, she usually does," K.C. laughed. "The women in our family can be very --
persuasive
," she smiled sweetly and looked at him in a flirty way.
Every move Casey made impressed his younger date more and more. Their server came over to the table, a tall and stunning black woman in a skirt that was equally as short as K.C.'s. Their server introduced herself as Bryiana and began to talk about the drink specials and the food specials as well. It was obvious the young woman was attracted to Casey. While Casey was charming and gracious, he didn't stare at the girl or flirt with her. He listened to her little spiel and asked K.C. if she would like a drink. She wasn't going to at first, the younger blonde wanted to be in possession of all her faculties for "later on", but she decided tonight was a night to kick up her heels -- and she had the stiletto heels to kick up!
Were the truth to be told, K.C. herself had a hard time keeping her eyes off of their gorgeous young server. She had been down that path a time or two, she had even confessed as much to a wide-eyed Miranda. Her friend told her to keep that a secret for a future time. "It'll blow his mind," Miranda laughed. "Guys love that kind of stuff."
