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he was a client, not, a love interest.
When she reached the front door, she rang the bell. As she waited, she noted what a well kept yard he had. She also appreciated that he had an enclosed porch. It reminded her of her grandparent’s home. She was about to knock when she heard him ask, “Who is it?” “Hi, Grant, it’s Callie. Here for our appointment.” She answered. “Of course. I was in the back garden and had last track of time.” He responded, opening the door. He invited her in. “Let me show you to the living room. You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable, while I clean myself up a little.” He directed her to an overstuffed armchair. “Thank you. What a lovely room. Very inviting.” She told him, taking in the rich and vibrant colors of the furniture and artwork. “I tried to make it welcoming. I’ll be right back.” She glanced around and saw that the room was tidy, but, not fussy. Though in both a faded grey sweatshirt and blue jeans, with his hair a bit mussed, her breath had caught a little. She really must get a hold of herself.
Callie reviewed the file on Grant. She wanted to be engrossed in what she was doing when he returned. When he came back, he asked her if she would like to have anything to eat or drink. She said that ice water would be fine. He went to get it. She hoped she hadn’t stared, but, he was even better looking now. He had put on a pair of black jeans with a maroon and bronze pullover, which brought out the gold in his eyes. She stood to stretch and spied a tall bookcase that was filled to capacity and beyond. She began to peruse the selection. He had mysteries, thrillers, fantasy, paranormal. All the genres she favored. That would give them something other than his order to discuss.
"Find anything interesting?" He queried, as he entered the room. "I was intrigued to find that we have a similar taste in reading material." She responded, turning toward him. "I’m guessing, that we’ll discover we have many things in common." He remarked. How could he know that? She wondered, unless, he was also intuitive and perceptive. She had already learned, from their previous meeting, that he was smart with a good sense of humor. They went over to the coffee table and she sat back down in the chair. He placed the water, on a coaster, in front of her. He sat on the end of the couch closest to her.
"Before we begin, I was curious to know if you have any plans for Valentines’ Day." He inquired, with an engaging smile. "I’m not certain why you should care, but, at this time, I don’t." She replied, a little put off. "Then, I suppose, that means you’re not with anyone. Would you like to spend time with me?" He asked, with hope. "You’re a client. That would be highly irregular." She retorted, miffed. "I’m only one for my parent’s anniversary part. I felt something the first time we met and I wanted to be able to pursue it." He expressed, sincerely. Callie thought she was being tricked. "Rid yourself of the notion. I’m not interested. In dating anyone." She said the last to soften the blow. "Oh, I’m sorry." He sounded dejected. If it was possible, he was even more captivating, when he was pouting. She didn’t have to be so harsh. It might be fun, but for proprieties sake, it would need to be after the gathering.
"I’ll consider it, but, it would have to be after you’re no longer a client." She told him and then attempted to direct him to the task at hand. "All right, you’re fired. Now will you go out with me?" He exclaimed. "Why are you being so insistent? There will be plenty of time after. Why rush it now?" Callie said, firmly. "When I feel something quickly and strongly, as I have with you, I don’t waste any time. Plus, I’ve already made arrangements for Valentines." He admitted, sheepishly. She rose up quickly and began to gather up her things. "Rather presumptuous. I don’t know if I’ll be able to work with you. I do know I need to leave."
He put his hand on her arm and asked her to wait. She stopped her hurried movements. He left the room and came back immediately. He held out his hand and in it was a small purple plush bear. It melted her. "How did you know that I like both purple and bears?" Callie returned. "Just another feeling." Grant remarked. She had an internal struggle. Yes or no? "Okay. I’m fascinated to find out what your intentions for Valentines are. Though, I do think, having a first rendezvous then could set things up for failure." She articulated, with concern. "Will this make it a little easier to take?" He questioned, bending down to give her a kiss. Which was both soft and sensual at the same time. "You do make it difficult to resist." She told him, as she slowly withdrew. Her friends might be correct about making a connection. Spending Valentines with Grant could be the prescription for what ailed her.
At the sight of how gentleman-like Grant treated her, Callie's feeling about herself suddently changed into the positive. Grant had made her feel good about herself for the very first time on such a day.
Callie decided to accept Grant's proposition and encouraged herself to exchange reason for desire. She never spent one memorable Valentine holiday in her life and here she was standing with Grant who really turned out to treat her like a true gentleman.
She suddently was feeling deperate to prove herself wrong about her negative emotions for Valentine's day.
She finally allowed this conversation to continue.
She thought to herself: "This conversation might even turn into a sizzling flirt or maybe even into something bigger than that. I really like Grant's attitude, his charm and the way he is treating me."
She decided to step into her beautiful friend Barabara and into Barbara's mind. Callie was ready to do exactly what Barbara had done in this situation.
Callie remembered having some naughty conversations with Barbara where her best friend confided all her deepest erotic fantasies into Callie. In one fantasie Barbara was walking naked on the beach with her lover. Her photograph lover was making the most beautiful artwork out of Barbara's voluptious body. Barbara's favorite fantasies was this one. Barbara accepted an invitation of a stranger who invited her on the top of his loft in New York. They had a romantic dinner outside on the terrace with caviar and champagne. They played a game of undressing during dinner. When the dinner was over he asked her to turn around and undress the rest of her curvy body so that she was totally naked. He blindfolded her and alligned her front with the wall of the building. He fully undressed himself and caressed her from behind. Both were naked, excited and full of sexual desire for each other. He dealt with his stock broker on the phone simultaneously and both took an ecstatic pleasure out of this naughty adventure that not even the stock broker on the other side of the line nor the man's butler inside the apartment seemed to notice. He made a fortune trading stocks while bringing Barbara to the climax.
Callie envied Barbara a little bit for Barbara's sexual fantasies. Callie tought to herself: "Barbara lives in her fantasies and she fully embraces her love life and I am living a boring insignificant life."
Callie goes on with her daring daydream and silently wonders: "how about playing a little role play. I want to experience how it feels to slip into Barbara's pretty high heels!"
Callie inspired her own mind before opening the exciting news to Grant: "I am totally going with my feelings and emotions but just for today. I am curious what happens. I really want to see if romance really exists on such a day like this!"
"Grant!", she exclaimed in emotional agitation.
"I am accepting your unresistable proposition. I am accepting the rendez-vous with you!", Callie whispered in a soft and angel-like voice and to Grant's astonishment.
"Oh, Callie, I am so happy to hear that you changed your mind.
What made you change your mind so quickly?
You know this changed situation really makes me a happy man because my intentions towards you are completely pure and sincere.
I truly care about you. You know that I only have your best intentions in mind, Callie, right?"
He did not wait for her answer and continued: "what about 8 o'clock tonight?
I will pick you up at your apartment and my driver