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I click on the reply tab and stare at the blinking cursor.

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I have absolutely no idea how to reply to this message. How do I respond to that? I feel as if anything I say is going to sound cheesy, so I decide to be blunt and honest just like he was. I have nothing to lose.

Dear Brisban,

Thank you for your rather refreshing and honest message. I will also be honest. I have never done anything like this before, but I divorced a year ago and I’m lonely. I haven’t had sex since my divorce and I‘m craving a man’s touch. I miss sex. I miss a man bringing me to orgasm. I miss giving pleasure to a man.

I don’t have time, nor do I want the drama that comes along with a relationship. Therefore, I am seeking a purely physical relationship with the right man. I like what you presented in your message. If you still wish to talk, I look forward to your reply.

Candace

I click send and start the waiting game again. This is pretty nerve wracking.

MY HEART’S POUNDING, MY PALMS are sweaty and my right leg is bouncing up and down as the nerves dominate my senses. I look at the clock once more. He’ll be here any minute. This is the most exhilarating and the most nerve wrecking feeling of anticipation. I’m wearing a simple black dress and my best push up bra. My age makes me self-conscious of my body, especially when I know this man probably has so many younger options. I know thirty-six isn’t old, but these are no longer my twenty-one year old pair of breasts.

“Candace, I presume,” a deep voice says from behind me, sliding into my ears. My heart drops. I stand as I turn my head and I have to crane my head upwards to see his face. He’s tall, very tall and massive. Large arms attached to broad shoulders and those lips …. I should say something.

Speak, Candace.

Say words.

An insanely sexy smile spreads across his face, revealing Colgate commercial white teeth. When he smiles, tiny fine lines form at the creases of his eyes. It’s a perfect imperfection.

“Hi, I’m her. I mean Candace, yes … that’s me.” I might as well have said I carried a watermelon like Baby did in Dirty Dancing. I’m an idiot. I can feel the heat in the skin of my face.

He leans in slightly and says quietly, “I think you’re blushing, Candace.”

A nervous laugh escapes my mouth and I nod my head in embarrassment. “Yes, I guess I am.”

“That’s okay. My heart’s racing like a racehorse and I’m regretting wearing long sleeves because I’m feeling a bit overheated. Nerves in this situation are to be expected. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Every word is honest and utterly refreshing. I immediately feel more at ease. He sits his large body in the chair across from me at the small bistro table and I feel overwhelmed by his size. The waitress makes her way over and she instantly puts on her best smile for him. When I look at her perky twenty-something chest and body, I feel like shrinking away.

“What can I get for you all, sir?”

He doesn’t look up at her. Instead, he has those blue eyes trained on me and only me. “What would you like?” he asks.

I try not to fumble with the menu as I order the first thing I see. I can’t focus to save my life. I feel like the shy clumsy teen from my past. “I’ll have the Americano brunch special and please put these on individual tickets.”

Brisban’s hand goes up in protest. “No, that’s not necessary. I will gladly pay for our brunch. I insist.” I smile and nod in agreement. He returns the smile, happy that I didn’t fight him on the issue. I edit books day in and day out and I always see eyes described as smoldering yet I have never actually seen smoldering eyes …
until now
. His eyes most definitely smolder.

And it’s sexy as hell.

His face is dusted with a light, well groomed scruff and a thought flashes through my mind of what that might feel like on my inner thighs.

Damn.

The waitress has changed her tone and seems a little annoyed by him completely ignoring her perfect skin, hair and body, but I feel empowered by his lack of interest in her. All thirty-six years of me feels more like a woman already, and we’ve only just met.

“I’ll have your eggs Benedict and a water, no lemon,” he tells her. Brisban never takes his eyes off me. I never take mine off of him. The attraction flowing between us is palpable.

My head is swirling and my breathing uneasy. The fact that it’s been forever since I felt anything towards a man like this is really getting the best of me and my mind and body are taking over without permission.

“You’re blushing again,” Brisban says as the waitress walks away. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

That smile …

That mouth …

Those lips …

“I feel it too, you know.”

“Feel what?” I love how forward and honest he is. No games. I never imagined this would be this way.

“The mutual attraction we have.”

“You are making this so much easier,” I tell him.

“I am? How so?”

“I expected the typical first date banter. You know, the awkward conversation of avoiding the obvious.”

“This isn’t a date though, is it?” he asks, arching a brow with a slight flirty smirk.

Is this not a date?
“Um, I don’t know. What would you call this?”

“A meeting. A meeting with a precise purpose.” He pauses as the waitress places our drinks in front of us.

“Your food will be out shortly,” she says before walking away.

“As I was saying, this is a meeting. A meeting to see if there is a spark. A mutual attraction per se. Ultimately, this is a meeting where we decide if…” He leans towards me, reaching across the table and taking my hand in his extremely large one. His thumb circles the area between my forefinger and thumb as he says quietly, “If we want to fuck or not.”

I’m speechless. I’ve never in my life have had a man talk to me like this. Ever.

“Candace?”

My eyes snap up and I try to form words. “Okay, a meeting. That works for me.” I’m terrible at this. Really terrible. This man is never going to want to, in his words,
fuck me
. I can’t even seem to carry on a relatively coherent conversation about us fucking much less actually do
it
.

“Are you a shy woman, Candace?” He takes a drink of his water while waiting for my response.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and straighten my posture. “I’ve never considered myself to be shy, no. But this, what we’re doing, it’s completely foreign to me. I was a married woman for many years and, as I’ve told you, it has been a long time for me.”

He places his water down then licks those lips.
He did that on purpose.
“A long time for what? Be more specific.”

He’s trying to make me talk dirty in public. I think I like that he’s trying to make me talk dirty in public.

“Candace, just so you know, I’m incredibly attracted to you. Don’t be shy. Don’t feel embarrassment. That dress, it shows off your long toned legs and I like it, very much. The way your dark hair falls down around your shoulders turns me on. Then there are your eyes. Your eyes are why I messaged you. I’m pleased that they belong to the rest of you which is equally stunning. Embrace the sexiness that is you and be honest with me and yourself. This can’t be as good as we’d like if either of us holds back. So specify. Please.”

Damn.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been sexual with a man. An extremely long time, Brisban. And I’m attracted to you as well but I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. This seems too good to be true. Why me? I’m sure you have many younger options.”

He scratches at the scruff on his chin. “I want a woman. Not a girl. I’m very much a man and I want a woman to pleasure and to pleasure me. You may be a bit uncomfortable, but I think you and I both know that you’re ready to open yourself up to new things. I can sense it from you. I want to be the one to help you do that. I want to be the first man in a long time who makes you scream out in orgasm. And there’s no such thing as too good to be true when it comes to sex.”

The waitress sashays over with our plates.
Saved by food.
“Does everything look okay? Can I get you anything else?”

He glances up at the waitress briefly then back to me. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, everything looks lovely.”

She walks off and he grins devilishly at me. “Let’s eat. I’m starved.”

BRUNCH WAS DELICIOUS AND THANKFULLY, the remainder of our conversation was lighthearted. He’s an investment banker and has been divorced for two years. He was introduced to the website by a guy friend of his. Tired of the bar scene, he decided to give it a try although he says he hasn’t contacted anyone on there until me.

Tonight we’ll meet at a local hotel. We’ve agreed to keep things on neutral territory as I’m not ready to bring a guy home with me just yet. He insisted on getting the room and he’ll text me with the room number. When we parted ways, he gave me a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek. I’ll be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping for an actual full on kiss.

Tonight should be interesting. I’m still a little shocked at myself for going through with this. Well, I haven’t
fully
gone through with it just yet, but I’m already this far in so I see nothing stopping me now.

I’m having sex tonight, with a man I just met today. Holy shit!

The reality of what will transpire in a few hours sends me into panic mode. I throw my purse over my shoulder and head to the store. I need ‘
having sex for the first time in a year’
supplies.

After loading up on new razors, anti-razor bump lotion, a sexy new white lace panty and bra set and a bottle of body spray I head home. I haven’t exactly kept myself in sex condition, and I don’t want to go completely bare down …
there
, but a little strip seems sexy to me.

Arriving home, I start to rummage through my closet. Since he mentioned liking my legs, I choose another dress that falls just above the knee. My new bra and panties will look good against my olive toned skin, and the red dress goes well with my green eyes. I feel giddy like a teenager—excited and terrified.

I’m totally overthinking all of this.

Now that I have everything laid out, I will try and get some work done before getting in the shower. I also have to call my crazy friend Janette. She’s never going to believe what I’m doing tonight. I should have told her sooner, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was going to go through with it. I wanted the decision to be purely my choice and Janette would have pushed me into it regardless. She’s a total nympho and has more sex than most men I know.

Janette is a tattoo artist who lives a fast paced life. She’s covered in tattoos and has hot pink hair. We’re complete opposites, but we’ve been best friends since grade school and I love her to pieces. I send her a quick text telling her a little about tonight before getting to work.