I could hear faint chatter of Damien asking me more questions.

“Tomorrow!” I yelled as I opened the entrance door and ran out, and bumped into someone, stumbling into him. My thoughts had left me aroused, so I felt my hard nipples brush up against the jacket of the person that is now holding me up from my arms. My heels had given out and he caught me before I fell, probably face first on the ground.

“I figured you’d need help getting to the car” it was the silky voice of Ed, the same Ed that I was picturing, pinning me to a wall, moments before I stumbled out of the entrance.

I flushed, embarrassed.

“Oh no... Sorry... and Umm.. thank you” I couldn’t word at this point, and I naively blamed the alcohol.

“Shall we?” He was smiling his sideways smile.

His arms let go of my elbow, and hovered over the back of my shoulders as we started walking down the hallway heading out.

I thought of how close I was to him, and how sore my nipple was, after it roughly brushed up against him. The soreness was making things worse for me. It felt good, and made me want him more and more. I thought about how naked I feel under my skirt. It does make things a lot easier, at this point, if he even makes a hint at sex, he doesn’t even have to undress me.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Whiskey getting to you?” I felt like I was drowning in his sexy accent.

What else was I to blame? My year long deprivation of real sex? I couldn’t admit to it.

“Yep”

“You’re a light drinker then, aren’t you?”

“Yep”

“Well you set the bar high tonight. We’ll have to find something better than whiskey” he said in a smiling voice.

My clouded senses couldn’t decipher that.

“Like what?” I asked, innocently.

He laughed.

“Something stronger”

“Or we could stay at whiskey” I said, not really wanting to be sick at the end of this.

“Alright” he let me in to a fancy car. It was a shiny black but I couldn’t tel what model it was.

Inside, there was plenty of room and a tray of whiskey and glasses with ice. Oh great. Just what I needed. He sat next to me, and there was a driver in the front.

When he sat down, the driver drove off, and I’m assuming he already had directions.

Ed poured me a glass.

I hesitantly took it and started sipping. He quickly finished his first glass and laid back looking relaxed.

My upper thighs were throbbing, so I put one leg over the other and clenched them.

My night was supposed to be filled with a lot of laughing and archer, and possibly some vibrator time, but instead, I’m stuck in a car with a beautiful specimen of a man that I want to get my hands on, but can’t.

On the side of my view, his pants arched up like it was bending, looking like he had an erection, and I wondered if he felt the same way.

My tight skirt had scooted halfway up my thighs leaving my knee and most of my legs exposed. I didn’t bother to fix it, mainly because I was trying to keeping the throbbing at bay and fresh air on my exposed insides will probably get me even more aroused.

The second drink was slowly getting to me and he attempted to converse.

“You seem to like your team”

“I love my team, they’re all beautiful geniuses” I told him and took another sip.

He smiled his smile again.

I closed my eyes and took another sip.

“Where are we going?”

I asked him, curious if they had a bathroom. Of course they would have a bathroom, why wouldn’t they.

“It’s a neat little bar, quiet. And they have good food” he said, as the car slowed down.

“Great! Maybe food will slow me down” I voiced, afterwards realizing that I shouldn’t have said that.

He laughed, probably assuming I was talking about whiskey. No. No, I was thinking about going to the bathroom and flushing these feelings down the drain.

He kept talking as we walked into a cute little bar that encompassed a whole floor of a hôtel. It was dark inside, with only candles lighting the ambiance. Each table had a couple candles, and there were couches in little enclosed booths where groups of people can sit and chat around a table.

He picked a booth for us. I was wishing I had underwear on, because this place looked like high class and respectable people dined here.

The candlelight made the perfect romantic ambiance. A few men followed him in but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Frankly, the candles distracted me. I rested my elbows on the table and spread my legs. All the clenching has made my legs feel weak.

“You let your hair down, it’s beautiful” I gulped and said “thanks”

I wanted to tell him his casual jacket makes me want to rip his clothes off but I wasn’t that drunk yet.