The next month flew by for Anya. To make up for the hours that her boss had switched around to get her the time off, she had worked four to five twelve hour shifts each week for the last four weeks. Anya would get her children off to school or daycare, take the red line into Boston, and then pick them up from their respective after school programs after her shift. They'd go home, eat, check homework, bathe, and fall into bed exhausted.
Anya was looking through her purse on one of her few off days, she had gotten Sam and Penny to school and Oscar and Dina were playing in the room they shared while she walked around after her shower, still in just her undies and bra. She was out of chapstick in the bathroom and thought that she had another tube in her purse. Pulling out a business card, she looked at it absently and realized that it was the card of the business man she'd met on the plane home from Canada. Marcus Caffey. He was a CFO at some such place. He had been nice to her on the plane, talkative, a little flirty. She hadn't called him. She had honestly forgotten all about him when she got back home. She'd returned to life and buried herself in it. It was the only way that she'd been able to get through leaving the spa behind her.
Pulling out the tube that she'd been looking for, she took it and the card back up to her bedroom and sat on her bed. She spread the chapstick on her lips as she read the man's name again. It had his work and cell number on it. She frowned. Was eight months after her husband's death too soon to go on a date? Anya shook her head, she'd had massive amounts of sex a month ago, with demons and wolves and whatnot. A date seemed a pretty tame thing to do.
Dialing the cell number on her cell phone, she got up and walked into the room where her two youngest were playing and sat down on a rocking chair in the corner. The phone rang four times before it was answered.
"This is Mark." A deep voice said on the other end, a little curiosity mixed in at the strange number that had come up on his cell phone.
"Hi, Mark. Um, this is Anya MacTiernen. We met about a month ago. On the plane from Toronto." She said, dropping off to see if he would remember her.
"Anya, yeah, I remember you. It's been a while, I figured you forgot all about me." His chuckle warmed her and she bit her lip and ran a hand through Dina's hair when the little girl crawled over and pulled herself up against Anya's knee.
"I wouldn't say that. I've been working a lot to make up for the vacation I took. I just pulled your card out of my purse and called." She found herself smiling as she thought about the man who had short black hair and a strong jaw. He was a soccer player, she knew, and coached a community soccer team on the weekends. He was an ex marine, as well. She remembered that he still looked pretty athletic, even in his suit.
"Well, can I take advantage of it and ask if you'd like to get together for dinner sometime?" He asked.
Anya took a breath in and smiled, "So you're still interested?"
"Why wouldn't I be? You're a pretty lady and I like food." She chuckled when he said that.
"Well, okay. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to eat some food together."
"Awesome. Do you like Indian?" He asked and Anya smiled, so happy that he hadn't just suggested a local steak restaurant, or Italian, the usual first date type fare.
They decided on a place in Cambridge and decided to meet up the next night for dinner. They'd drive separately, of course, Anya was overly cautious now, she'd had some very strange things happen to her lately, and didn't want to have him pick her up at her house. So after she fed her kids and the babysitter arrived the next night, she got into her car and drove down to the Porter red line stop and parked her car, then took the subway train down to the Central stop and walked slowly down the street towards an Indian restaurant that she'd never been to, but had been told good things about. She'd worn one of her new dresses, well, all her dresses were new, she'd had to do a few huge shopping trips to replenish her wardrobe from the weight loss. The dress she'd picked out was maroon and had a spaghetti strap top and fell to below her knees in an uneven lace hem. It had made her feel nice and sexy when she'd worn it in the store. She wasn't wearing a bra, which she hadn't been able to do in years. Her breasts hadn't just been downsized by Chrysanthulus, they'd been made more perky. She loved that plant so much.
"Anya." An interested male voice said from behind her, and Anya turned around to see that Marc was making his way towards her.
"Hi, Marc." She smiled, taking the hand he offered for her to shake and squeezed it firmly, she had always hated weak handshakes, and her eyes widened a bit as he held it much longer than necessary.
"You look," His brown eyes had dropped to her dress and she blushed as he appreciated the flowy dress and her trim legs and chest, "like we need a chaperone."
She laughed and her eyes sparkled and she moved her hand to wrap it under his forearm as she moved to walk at his side to the restaurant they would eat at.
"You're not so bad yourself." She told him. He was wearing black slacks and a white shirt with faint black and yellow plaid lines on it to break up the brightness of it. He was clean shaven and smelled like some sort of delicious aftershave that had a more natural scent as opposed to something like Old Spice. He was tan and muscled, as she remembered from the plane.
"Thank you." He winked at her and his smile broke wide on his face and Anya felt her pussy start to pulse again in restless anticipation, curious if it would be brought out to play at some point this evening.
Dinner was delicious and they ended up sharing several different items off of the menu to try new things. Anya ate greedily and blamed it on being too busy at work that day to eat. It wasn't like she could tell him that she'd had to start eating a lot more just to keep her weight up. He was attentive and asked her questions that were personal but not prying. They talked a little about her children, he'd asked if Sam had always been blind, and how she handled things as a single mom, which she was still having a hard time thinking of herself as being. Mark was one of five brothers and three sisters. His parents both had lots of siblings, and he had grown up in a boisterous, loving household on the south shore. He worked for a shoe company now, he had been at his job for the last three years.
He was thirty one, divorced with no kids. His first wife had wanted to focus on her career, and then they'd grown distant. He wanted kids, he didn't like being on his own, so he lived in the basement of one of his brothers' house. He'd asked her if she was lonely, too. She'd smiled softly and nodded, sometimes, she was. They'd finished their meal and had been reluctant to leave, they hadn't made any plans past dinner tonight and it had gone well, there was a chemistry between them.
"Does it make me a terrible person if I tell you that I'm wondering how I can get a kiss in between here and your subway stop?" He asked her after he'd paid for their meal and they were on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, it was really dark outside now and even though it was June, it was still a little cooler at night.
"No," Anya shook her head as she bit her lip and looked down the street, "A terrible date, maybe, but not a terrible person."
