Be With You

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Being Italian, his looks make him popular with women, but Evans is the golden guy, with blond hair and blue eyes, a long-distance runner with a good heart, a guy that women love. female orientation and development, Mr. Sensitive to Mr. Conquest.

James tapped the screen. "Look at her." He smirked as Evans's eyes scanned the screen. They waited for a long time. Too long. The look on his roommate's face told him all he needed to know.

Scored! It may finally be time. "Do you really think it's a cipher to be ready for a trilogy?" Evans asked, eyebrows raised.

“I don't know, Evs…I think it was just a joke she was making". He knows how nervous and odd people can get when they try to summarise their entire life in a few sentences.

James nibbled the inside of his cheek. Bad habit. "Good. Well, even if she doesn't have a good family, she's still a good woman."

A soft hiss escaped her lips. "I have a project in hand right now, don't I?" Evans nodded, staring at the screen, his eyes lingering.

"You're going to have a lot of competition." James sniffled. “Like I don't care. May the best win." Evans remained silent, then smiled, the neighbour boy's bright gaze turning into the predatory smile of a Wall Street dealer, which suddenly made James feel uncomfortable he couldn't identify. get a reason.

"Yes. I hope he does."

***

Nail! The online dating site's little chat box lights up like a Christmas tree. Amaya took the last sip of her coffee and stared at the screen. You're kidding me, thought Amaya.

Ready? She clicked and read the message from

"9in lover": Hello sweet. I live in town and so do you, so keep an eye out for some FWB action.

She sniffled. Of course. So on. You're a trap, Bud. A real romantic.

Nail! This one belongs to a man named James. Before reading the conversation, she looked at her profile.

Hello, firefighter. A thin stream of drool formed at the corner of her mouth, instantly reacting to the image in front of her.

It was a professional photo, the shirtless, fireman hat on an idyllic recliner. Like the picture of a stripper as a firefighter.

Oh my God. I can't date a stripper, she thought. He'll have nicer flip flops than mine. But no, he's a real firefighter. He explained in his profile that this photo was from a charity singles auction he attended.

Single auction? How much did he go? When she examined the picture, she thought it must be a four-digit number.

Damn, she was willing to splurge on her savings for a night with this guy. On a whim, she Googled “James Charity Singles Auction Firefighter” and her drool increased so much that she would soon need a bucket.

Oh, holy hell. Searching for footage shows the same man, named James Haley, wearing firefighter pants, boots, a hat and a sling, sitting on the floor of the fire station right next to the pole.

He was propped up on one elbow and had soot stains on his body, with polished muscles and a smug grin. Whoever edited this photo was recruited for her The company's marketing department,

oh my god - she was happy to spend every dollar available on her credit card to spend the night with him.

Maybe she could save a lot of money and lighten herself up...or her car. It's not a lot, but if she finds out about his schedule and he answers…

And he pinged her on her dating site?She dropped the coffee and tried to text her message in her chat room. “Hello,” she said, and all my inspiration and creativity evaporated as heat crept between my legs and my brain seemed to melt.

Hi. I'm James. Nice to meet you. :)

Think about it, Amaya. idea. Man, where was Kayle? As usual, this girl shows up for work on time. She needed help saying something funny.

Hi. I'm Amaya. Nice to meet you, thank you! she wrote her reply.

He replied:

You are probably on your way to work for company analysis or business analysis or whatever you are doing ;). I was hoping you would be interested in going out? Maybe we can have coffee? Or go to a nice tapas bar? Tapas! your favourite!

But wait - Kayle always said that anyone who likes tapas must be gay. Amaya checked the photos again.

No way.

Even though James was gay, she slept with him.

Sweet and polite, like tapas? Tapas are the best! If? Hell again! Now she sounded too enthusiastic. and he waited. and he waited. I have no answer. F*ck! She may have been worried. Or she sounded like an i***t.

Or he realises he doesn't like tapas after all. Or he was really gay. Or it was his cat impersonating him. She started pacing and forced her ping to chat her bar. If she's seen enough, maybe it will come

- now! not now! Or now! finally:

Hmm, that may seem too enthusiastic, but I don't mind. I'm free tonight. I have to work until midnight tomorrow, so this is my last chance for a few days. It's not rude to ask suddenly, but... tell me you're free tonight.

Yes! Yes, yes, she wanted to write. But she had to play this silly game, dance, to meet new people...it's her turn to wait. She read his message again.

What was 24? She chewed on the cuticle and fumbled about it while pulling until it bled. Great! Amaya, if you're going on a hot date tonight, ruin your manicure. did it. did it. Do not put the cart in front of the horse. i am free. Now that Prince William has been taken away, there's a gap in his busy social schedule. S

he hit her send button before she changed her mind. too cheesy? It's good to laugh. See you after work at Tempo Bistro. at 6 o 'clock? Tempo Bistro? What is the most expensive chichi restaurant in town? Nor were the tapas. She didn't remember very well. Asian fusion? How the hell can a firefighter afford that? It's not your problem, Amaya. And she made a terrible assumption. She had to assume they had become Dutch. Good thing she was a careful saver. B?

Chat window was pinged. My goodness, Amaya.

Get out of your head She angrily typed:

sounds even better. See you there, you know what I look like.

and he replied

Yes Yes. :P What did that mean? She glanced at her watch - now she had eight minutes left to take a shower. Amaya shook her head into the bathroom and ran the hot water over her threshold leaving her naked.

She enjoyed sliding under the splash. Polka dots ran down her body, her hair became wet and sticky within seconds, her curls loosened and her hair grew long enough to tickle the tip of her sacrum. Eh, why not just leave the ads alone? Did you know who Maybe she'll dress up a nicer man She did her eyes on the shower head - was there time? 80%? More than enough for the last guy she dated.

Just enough time for intimate attention from Mr. Showerhead. Kayle was wrong. It wasn't the battery bill that made her high. On the other hand, the water bill is... Good thing her vibrator was waterproof. While she was whisking, she was time conscious and knew she could be done in a few minutes.

Her two men, voluptuous and muscular, are in the shower with her. Hmm... The extra tip of the *** slid over the soft, sensitive skin of her cl**r*s and put one of her legs in the tub, opened it up and slid it into her fancy lover.

He had big chiselled hands lathering his body. Hands smoothed her, bent her a** to pull him closer and slid his huge c*ck into her while another nameless faceless lover kissed her hard, I hit her with my tongue, and the splashes tumbled down into the stream, while her wrinkles accumulated, probing her.

Teasing her cl*t. Imagining him on his knees, the *r's tiny tentacles pinching and licking his tongue, her passage narrows, her lover's hand, rather than her own, slipping in and out of the thick shaft, 4 in her mouth.

Two hands came down her eager red knob at the same time, another man pinned her to the shower wall and her body was ready for more. She got nervous knowing she was so close, wanted all those hands, wanted hers, more than enough for the two men she needed. And now guilt. A

after all, no "normal" woman wants two of her men at once. As she idly hurried through the rest of the shower, quickly washing off her trusty toy, she said in a persistent voice, "You, Amaya. You are. she really did. She sighed inwardly, dried her hair, and hurriedly changed. Just a fantasy that put her off.

*** It didn't help her that she felt there was a huge chasm between what she saw in herself and what she saw in James's photo. .