Not Good For You

Jack

My god! That woman in the coffee shop is like sex on legs. Big green eyes, thick brunette hair. Those lips. Those curves in those tight jeans! I have to have those thighs wrapped around me immediately.

I sip my wrong coffee as I walk from my car parking space towards my office. I will have a shower and get changed for work and then tonight, I'm calling that gorgeous piece of ass and arranging a 'date.'
It has been a while since I have been captivated by a woman like that.

I walk into the building that I own and straight to the elevator to take me up to the top floor. A woman at the front desk smiles and says good morning to me. I give her a wide smile and she almost swoons.

I own my marketing company and I am very good at what I do. I am the boss after all.
I pass by the hoards of women near my office, who are batting their eyelashes and smiling at me to get my attention.

Not today, ladies, I have my eyes set on someone else.

I open the door to my office and head straight to my en-suite bathroom to shower and get dressed into my suit. Once I am freshly showered and dressed, I get on with my day. Having various meetings, conference calls and sending/answering emails.

"Mr Taylor, your 2pm is here." My assistant calls through the speakerphone.

"Thanks Joyce, send them in."

After a tedious and long meeting, I stand up and stretch my legs, walking around my office. I definitely need to relax tonight.
I usually do that by going to my favourite bar, ordering a bottle of whiskey and getting laid.

Not tonight. Tonight I want to take the beautiful Rachel out. I could still get laid. With her.

I couldn't wait until tonight to ring her, so I take out the business card in my pocket and dial her number.

"Hello, Rachel White speaking." She answers after the third ring.

God, even her voice is sexy and inviting.

"Hi, Rachel. It's Jack Taylor. The rude guy in your coffee shop this morning." I introduce myself, trying not to laugh.

I hear a sharp intake of breath down the phone.
Oh yes, I affect her.

"Hello... h - how can I help you?" She stutters down the line.

"I'm calling to see if you are free tonight." I ask outright.

"I... err... not tonight, no. I don't have a babysitter and wouldn't be able to get one at such short notice." She explains.

Fuck. She has a kid. I wouldn't have guessed. Nothing you can't handle, Jack. But is she single?

"Tomorrow night?" I try again.

"I have a friend coming round, sorry."

I am slowly losing my patience now.

"Fine. Saturday night?" I press.

"I... have a date."

Definitely single.

"A date?

"Yes, it's been arranged for a week."

"Well, unarrange it." I tell her sharper than I intend.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Yes, I heard. I just don't know where you get off telling me what to do. You are a complete stranger." She snaps at me.

I'm not gonna lie... her being angry at me is kind of a turn on.

"I won't be a stranger for long." I tell her defiantly. "Where is your date on Saturday and who's the douche bag?"

"Like I'm going to tell you that. Goodbye, Mr Taylor." She curtly says before hanging up the phone.

I look at my iPhone in shock. No woman has ever said no to me before or ever hung up on me for that matter.

A couple of hours later, I leave the office and head towards my studio flat. I am going back to the coffee shop in the morning and I am going to keep trying. No woman says no to me.
I collect a bottle of beer out of my fridge and settle down in-front of the tv, but I can't switch off my mind. All I keep thinking about is Rachel and those legs.

I want those legs on either side of my face while I make her scream.

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Authors note

Do you think Jack will succeed in getting a date with Rachel?