Lunch Postponed

She tried to avoid him but couldn't. He kept making efforts to be in her life, even for just minutes at a time. An email asking her to lunch which she would schedule and then cancel. She did this twice and then when that didn't work, she told him how busy she was.  He said he understood and would wait. It was a temporary fix because he emailed a month later saying they should get together for lunch. She sighed when she read it and not knowing how to respond, she got up from her desk and walked away from her computer. She needed to think.

She wasn't married, but he was. Her kids were grown but his were young. She was older but only guessed at the number of years. Was this really all about her being a business prospect for him or was there more? She remembered meeting him for the first time. Looking into his eyes and smiling as they shook hands. He immediately knocked Jean-Luc Picard aka Patrick Stewart out of the top spot for sexiest bald man alive. She wanted to eat him up right there and then but restrained herself from showing it.

The one thing she didn't want was to have a one-sided fantasy or fuck over another woman.

When she was back at her computer, she re-opened his emailed invitation and responded with reasons why her company wasn't interested in his company and how it wouldn't be fair to waste each other's time. His response was that these things take time and he would love to have lunch with her. They reviewed their calendars and scheduled it.

She got to work that day and thought about canceling it again but decided that that would be rude to do it for a third time. He emailed her asking to move it up fifteen minutes in case his prior meeting ran late. He didn't want her stuck waiting for him. She replied that that was fine and thanked him for being considerate. He answered back thanking her for being flexible.

It was a beautiful day so she sat on the bench outside of the restaurant to wait for him. She was always early because to be on time was to be late. Pulling her phone from her purse, she opened the Scrabble app and resumed a game she had started before. Then, the air changed. Looking up, she saw him watching her as he stood by his open car door putting on his suit jacket. His face was intense yet relaxed and he made no move to hide it. She saw his soul; she knew him and knew that he knew her, too.

He walked up to her and she silently signaled she didn't want a hug. He read her correctly and didn't try. She didn't want to have to deal with that memory. To feel it over and over in her mind.

During lunch they talked about work, his family, her family and all of the rest of the things that make up small talk. She learned a bit more about him and the same for him about her. Mid-lunch their waitress quit because the cook called her a bitch and they both watched as she took off her apron, grabbed her purse, and walked out.

She couldn't help herself from stealing glances at his mouth, which was beautiful. His lips were full and his mouth wide. He was so hot that he made the needle of her moral compass quiver. 

As she ate, she pictured herself grabbing him by his lapels and smashing her mouth against his.

There were very few men that turned her on like this. It had always been like that for her. If she thought about it, there were probably only 2 others, ever. There was more than animal magnetism with him, though. They knew each other before, many times. How else could she explain the knowing, the feeling of it being right?

Lunch the following day was leftovers. She emailed him thanking him again. He emailed back saying they could make this a regular thing.