Dangerously yours

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

REID's POV 

Brenda has a serene and professional smile on her and she nods alone as I speak. 

"Mr Gordon, sure, if we can over what your expectations are and what you are working on that would give me more insight on what I would be working with." She replies and takes a sip of her drink, coke and ice. 

A young waitress approaches my table and asks me if I would like to order a drink. 

"Hi, would you like to order a drink?." The young waitress asks as she looks at me strangely,she twirls her hair around her finger and batts her eyelashes at me in a flirty way. 

"Yes, can I get a Large ice Tea." I give her a small smile. 

"Sure sir. Coming right up." She walks away and if I didn't know any better I would say she put an extra swing into her sashay. 

Brenda perceptive gaze follows mine and she continues. 

"Well, I would like to hear your plans with the place." She asks. 

"Yes, so I am working on opening a Rehabilitation center for veterans." I say to her. 

"Hmmm, that's very nice, so how many rooms? What is the size of the place?. I know I would have to go around to check it myself but I want to have a rough mind sketch of what I'm working with." She replies me. Her hand swirls the straw around in her drink. 

"All together there are between 11 rooms excluding the general living rooms and yes, it is a one floor house that I'm renovating it into that so I'm removing the stairs and replacing it with escalators. Not cheap but efficient." I tell her with a small smile. 

The waitress comes back and drops my cup of tall Ice Tea and drop her pen conveniently on the floor beside my chair. I frown in annoyance, she bends provocatively flashing her boobs that look like there're about to pop out of their confines, she gets up, smoothes her hair and uniform, winks at me and She walks away. 

Brenda looks at the display with pure amusement. I sigh out loud and I apologize to her for the rude display. That even seem to make her amused. 

"Alright Mr Gordon, go on." She tells me with a professional smile. 

She brings out a notepad to take notes as I talk. 

"My whole plan is to have physiotherapy going on, therapists also, a gym, consultations and other ideas that I am working on at the moment." I inform her.

"I want an all in center that will cater for the needs of veterans and help them transit from military life and service to the way civilian live their lives, it's not easy from the psychological aspect and when most of them get out they can't afford a shrink or the means or resources to get limb replacement, or physiotherapy to help them learn how to use regenerated limbs." I reply with passion. 

"If you understand what I mean, I have been there so I know what my brothers in Arm need and what is important to do for them." I finally finish.  

I look at her face and she seems teary. 

"Well, Mr Gordon. I can see the obvious  passion you have for this and for that alone I will take this job. It is refreshing to see people who genuinely want to make a change and a difference in their sphere." She says solemnly. 

"I actually grew up here in this very town, but I moved to New York with my mom right before high school. Even at that it has always remained my home. So it makes me glad that we can work on some thing for the betterment of this town." 

"It is important to make people comfortable in their environment or portray a certain type of image through the environment. Certain colors are known to evoke a kind of emotion from you as red normally means danger, soft blue can give a sense of well-being. So I am going to be work together a portfolio that you can look at and tell me what works for you. Is that okay?."  

She asks. 

"Yes it is, I understand. That would be lovely." I tell her. 

In that moment the waiter who took our order brings our food over to the table. 

I collect mine and wait for Brenda to start eating before I start. She ordered a medium beef burger with small fries, ketchup and creamy mashed potatoes. 

I dig into my food and I am soon done with my meal. She polishes off her food too and we continue talking and draft out an estimate of how much it would cost, the budget, and I give her my phone number so we can communicate better.

The waitress brings the check. We settle the bills, I offer to pay for her meal which she declines appreciatively. We step out and move to go our separate ways. 

She gets into her car and drives off. 

I'm about to get into my car when I hear someone call my name. 

"Reid, Reid?." 

I look around and it's Claire. She looks absolutely stunning in a soft blue cashmere sweater dress that stop at the top of her thighs, black ankle heeled boots, and her hair up in a top ponytail. She hurries over to me and engulfs me in a hug which I return. 

"I thought it was you. I would recognize that ass in those jeans anywhere." She says cheekily. I give her a full sized grin. The woman is funny and says whatever it is that's on her mind. 

"Hi Claire, how are you doing? What brings you here.?" I ask her. 

"I came here with a couple of friends for a lunch date. They all went on ahead inside. I saw you and had to come over and say hi." She flashes a mega watt smile. The woman is beautiful and knows it. 

"What brings you pretty boy to his part of town?." She Asks. 

"I was here on a work meeting. Their food is great and the place is private." I tell her and I run my hand through my hair .

"Ohh. I agree with you on that. Their food is so great. I come here when I want to indulge myself in my guilty pleasures. Their cheesecake is absolute heaven and it melts in my mouth." She has a far away look in her eyes and even mutters a small moan. 

It causes me to fidget. Come on... I am a hot blooded man and she's an attractive gorgeous beautiful woman. 

"Yes, that's true. I have been coming here since I was a kid with Luke and sky. It's at the other side of town but it's worth the drive here. You should try out their milkshakes. They are fantastic."  I lean on the door of my car. 

"I will take your word for it. I hope I'm not keeping you away from anything important?." She suddenly asks me with a worried look. 

" No ma'am. You're good." She's easy to talk to and she makes great conversation. 

"So Reid, I gave you my number and you never texted me?. I mean I'm pretty stunning ." She batts her eyelashes at me and I give out a surprised laugh. 

"and I know you're not seeing anyone... so what is your deal?." She ask looking genuinely confused. I am almost pretty sure a woman that looks like her, very funny ,confident and makes great conversation, would give her number out and have men texting her back. 

"Nothing really, I have been so busy with work I haven't really had time to think about that." I give her a half-hearted reply. 

I can't very well tell her I couldn't possibly think of another woman when my head has been filled with thoughts and images of a blonde-haired temptress. That I cannot eat, sleep or function without thinking of the wanton gaps, her moans, the undulating moves of her hips on my knees as she rode herself to completion, the look on her face as she chased her own orgasm. That I am obsessed with my best friend's little sister and can't stop thinking of her and even wank in the shower many times to images of her breast free and supple before my face and each time I c*m I still can't seem to find satisfaction in my own hands, that I'll give anything in this world for a change to hold her in my arms just for one night. 

"Alright then. So would you mind having coffee with me sometime?." She looks at me with a hopeful expression and a blush makes it's way up her face as she wrings her fingers together. 

"That would be great." I tell her. 

"Alright then. I'll text you so when pick a date and time." She beams at me.