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Copyright © 2020 Vivienne Rose
Warning- This story may have trigger warnings, dark sexual scenes, crude language, as well as other adult themes. This story is only intended for those over eighteen years old.
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Distracted I checked my social media as I waited to order my hot tea and scone. I was standing in line in the little coffee shop that was across the street from my apartment. Finally, it was my turn.
"Zen tea, two pinks, and a blueberry scone please," I told the barista.
"OK, and your meal is covered," she said with a smile.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Because that man bought your meal, there is change actually," she gave me the change and was ready for the person behind me to order.
I moved out of the way waiting for my breakfast looking at the man who had bought my meal. He sat there next to a window with the sun beaming directly on him, where many people avoid this time of the morning. He drank what I assumed was tea while reading a book. I had to admit he was handsome. I held the change knowing I needed to give it back. They gave me my tea and scone on a holding tray. I placed the money on the tray and carefully walked to the man.
"Hello." I greeted.
He glanced up at me.
"Hello," he smiled a warm and friendly smile.
"Hi," I blushed, "thank you for the meal. There was change."
I handed it to him.
"Well, thank you," he said, taking it from my hands.
"Oh, I know that book. He is an excellent author." I remarked.
"You read?"
"Yes, I do."
"What do you read?" He asked.
"I love anything, I'll read the back of the cereal box. I am not a fan of westerns or war books, though."
"What is your favorite genre? Why don't you have a seat?"
I set my tray down, sitting across from him.
"Thank you," I said, "my favorite would have to be a toss-up between horror, mystery, or erotica."
"You read erotica?" He leaned forward.
"I read it, and write it as well," I told him.
"Wow, impressive!"
"Oh, no... my books are just on free sites. I'm not a published author." I said blushing.
"But you still write them," he complimented me, "I'm Jerome."
"Adrienne."
"Is that what you write under?"
"Adrienne Willows." I told him.
"I would love to read some of your stories."
I blushed again.
"Some of my stuff..." My eyes widened.
"Do you always write about things you enjoy?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I may not have experienced everything I've written, but everything I write I love the idea of." I said.
"Like what?"
"I just met you, and like you... I don't want to chase you away," I said laughing.
"I doubt you could do that," he said, chuckling at my joke. "So, you like me?"
I looked at my tea, messing with the little tag that read Zen.
"I enjoyed talking to you," I admitted.
"Maybe we can talk about this over lunch? Work our way up to you being comfortable?"
"I would like that. Here's my number. Are you available tomorrow? There's a sushi place around the corner."
"I love sushi," he said.
"Is noon too early? Will you be working?"
"I don't work on Saturday, and noon is good."
I smiled as I took another sip of my tea. We sat there for a little bit talking about movies and books while I ate my scone. I walked home afterward and settled in, getting my journal and out, and wrote about meeting Jerome.
The fact he had not messaged by the time I was making dinner with me surprised me a little. I started thinking maybe he didn't want to meet up for lunch after all. My mind wandered as I chopped my veggies for the little meal I was preparing when I heard a ding from my phone. Drying my hands off on the towel hanging from the oven, I checked my phone, smiling when I saw it was him.
Jerome: This is my number, Jerome.
I texted back: Hi. I am making dinner, what are you up to?
Jerome: Just ate dinner myself. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow for lunch. Good night.
Me: Me too, good night.
I set my phone down, finishing my dinner. After I was finished, I cleaned my mess and headed to bed.
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In the morning I got up to shower and get ready for my date. I ate a little breakfast and soon it was time to leave. I went down the stairs and walked the short block to the sushi place. I smiled when I saw Jerome already sitting at a table.
"Hey!" I said.
"Hey." he smiled, looking at the menu.
"Know what you're getting?" I asked.
"Still looking."
"I love the rainbow roll, it's my favorite."
The server came over, I got a hot tea and ordered an appetizer. We talked about movies, books some more and then we talked about movies from books. Before I knew it, my lunch was finished, but I found myself not wanting to leave.
"I had a really good time," I said honestly.
"Me too. I would love to read one of your books."
"They are," I blushed, "extreme."
"That's OK, if you're comfortable, of course."
"How about I send one to you tonight? What's your email?"
"I'll text it to you," he promised.
"Would you like to do this again?" I asked.
"I hope so. What other foods do you like?"
"A lot." I laughed.
We agreed on another lunch in the middle of the week and I walked back home thinking which story I should send him. I brought out my phone to text him,
Me: How do you feel about BDSM?
Jerome: I am a big fan, you?
Me: I am a sub. I have a story I think you will like. I base it on a true scene I had. It is called Ragdoll.
Jerome: Sounds extremely exciting.
