TLC part 1

Renee dropped her purse and kicked off her heels as she slammed her door shut. Her keys rolled off the purse and jingled as they fell on the floor. She turned around to twist the deadbolt into the lock position. Satisfied for her relative safety, she made for the refrigerator and pulled out the small container of pineapple orange juice. Her red power blazer drifted to the floor in front of the sink. Normally she was meticulous with her housekeeping…but none of that mattered right now. She was too angry to care about anything but trying to relax at the moment.
She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the ivory lace camisole underneath. The red skirt was about to drop to the floor, but after a long sip of the juice she decided against it. A long, warm bubble bath was her deep desire at the moment. The skirt would come off in the bathroom.
Renee took a look at her brown briefcase lying near the door. She sneered at it, told it to go to Hell, and continued to her living room. She realized the tumbler was empty. More juice wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. She reached for a bottle of Shiraz instead, filling the glass nearly two-thirds full. The proper type of drinking vessel did not matter to her at the moment. The fact that she’d just lost an important bid for a lucrative company did. She continued to mentally rake herself over the coals, playing out every possible scenario she could to make the outcome different, but none of it mattered. The fact was she’d lost the client; and, for now, she needed to nurse her wounds. Tomorrow she’d pour over every bit of information she has for the almost-client. Maybe a good night’s sleep would give her a fresh perspective over the debacle. Maybe it was salvageable. Maybe.
She sipped the wine as she made her way to her living room-and did a double-take when she realized who was lounging on her couch. “Heath!” she nearly dropped her glass.
Heath was stretched out in total comfort; hands behind his head, shirt on the floor next to the coffee table, Levis still on, cowboy boots next to the shirt, his long legs crossed and resting on the coffee table, socks still on his feet. He soaked in her beauty for a moment, starting with her feet. The silly grin on his face disappeared when he got to her face. It was obvious she’d been crying; mascara streaked halfway down both cheeks. He bounced off the couch immediately and took her in his arms. She willingly accepted his comfort. He wasn’t supposed to be in town for another week, but didn’t care at the moment. On his shoulder she let loose and cried. She’d never cried in front of him before…but, again. At this moment she couldn’t care less about her looks. He held her tighter, not saying a word, knowing she would tell him what happened when she was ready. He gently moved her toward the couch. They both sat down, still hugging, and when he was comfortably seated he pulled her into his lap. She could hear him murmuring soothing words, but the tears were coming so fast she couldn’t understand what he was saying. His left hand rubbed her back lightly. Such a comfort. She didn’t know what brought him to her a week early…and it didn’t matter. She was grateful for his presence; he was a source of great comfort at the moment.

Yeah, I am exhausted.

Renee;

Our weekend together was indescribable...although I am getting some much needed rest right now...got the next two hours or so off...I can't stop thinking about you. I've got some time off coming up. We are definitely going to go some place sunny and lazy...and private. I'm going to do things to you you've never even imagined before. You stuffy investment banker types...putty in my hands. And you know you love every second of it...Dammit. I'm supposed to be recouperating right now...but thinking of you in that red number is irritating a part of my body that should be totally exhausted...Soon, Renee. Very, very soon...

Heath

Playclothes for Heath

Had a great time shopping today, Heath. You're going to enjoy my purchases. I can't get you off my mind. Monday I'm going to put the finishing touches on my presentation for the client I'm after. She's going to be really, really tough. I'm confident. I'll just feel so much better when you're back in town. I know you're so busy right now...it was so sweet of you to call this afternoon just to say hi.

You know, I'm thinking vacation. A real, two-week vacation somewhere sunny and lazy. After landing my last client I thought I was hungry for more. I am...but...a break from the financial world would be good right now. Especially during these chaotic times. We're going to fully discuss this when you get back in town.

In the meantime...just thought I'd give you a little preview of what you can expect. Of course, I'm not revealing all! You'll just have to use your imagination as to what's in store for you...I promise you will not be disappointed.

Dear Heath:

Dear Heath:

I landed the client! Sure did! I knew two minutes into my presentation that he was mine. I'm on such a natural high right now...the only thing that would make me feel any better right now would be seeing you. But I know you can't be here. So I'm going to stay in tonight, have a glass of champagne, and plot out how we are going to celebrate this when you get back in town (is it twelve days from now?)
Oh, Heath. I love what I do. And I love when everything goes just like it's supposed to. Like this morning. I took the afternoon off and spent a little time with my friend Erica. Her son Marc has grown so much...it seems like she just had him and he is already six months old. So cute! So not for me right now, though. Diapers and baby food and nursing and...ewe...nope. Give me a couple of potential clients and I am at my best. I've already got someone else in mind to woo over to my company. She's going to be tough, though. But, as always, I will do my homework thoroughly. Don't know if it will go my way again, but I'm going to give it my best shot. I'll probably start my preliminary research tonight. After my glass of champagne.
You keep yourself safe, sweetie. I expect you to be in one piece when we get together...so, be careful. Please!
Sweetest of dreams to you tonight, my sweetie.

Renee

My Dear Cowboy

Yes!

I love this song! Thanks for finding it for me...I'm listening to it right now. Two more weeks! Well, minus a day now, I suppose. That's fine. Monday is my big presentation day...my ultimate sales pitch, if you will. If I land this client I'm not going to have to worry about working for a while. Although you and I know that feeling will last for about...oh...two minutes, and then I'll be out searching for even bigger clients. I'm very comfortable and confident with this. For good luck I'm going to wear the tiny rose pin you gave me...on the strap of my red bra. See! Only you and I will know it's there.
This one's going to work, Heath. I just know it. And I'll add it to my list of accomplishments. But I'm thinking of you and how I'm going to reward you. You want me in white satin? Not a problem. You've got the key. I'll be waiting in our bed...with a few surprises you'll really enjoy...my gorgeous cowboy. Please be sure and wear those brown boots and the black hat...hmm...we're going to have a lot to celebrate!

Your city girl,

Renee

To Renee From Heath

Renee:
While playing on my computer I came across some of that mushy stuff you like. Ok, I know I'll pay for that later. But...you know, I like this one, too. Maybe you should visit Vicky's Secret again...something in white...satin, that is. I'll be in town in two weeks. I'm counting the hours...

Heath

Fire

I light the raspberry-scented candle from Bath and Bodyworks and toss the lighter across the room. I sit on the edge of my bed, gazing intently into the flame. My goal is to clear all outside thoughts from my brain; to focus solely on the fire. I watch as it slowly dances and sways, pulling me into a hypnotic trance. All outside thoughts quietly drift away…until fire is the only word repeating over and over in my mind.
I’m already fully prepared. I’ve soaked, scrubbed, shaved, blow-dried, lotioned, moisturized, and applied the special strawberry-flavored oil to my sensitive areas so that he may be pleasantly surprised. I’ve got the new fire engine red fly-away baby doll from Vicky’s Secret on, complete with the string bikini bottoms.
Fire…fire…fire…fire…fire…
Time becomes meaningless. I watch the wax melt and form a small pool under the flame. I’m completely relaxed, continuing to focus on the flame. I don’t allow a single thought in; no expectations, no hopes, no wondering, no fantasizing, no planning. I breathe in the soft scent while repeating the word fire. My ears pick up on his soft padding across my bedroom floor.
I lift my eyes slightly, soaking in the beauty before me. He’s shirtless and barefooted. He’s got an old pair of Levis on, ragged and torn, button and zipper undone. His blue eyes meet mine, holding my gaze for a bit, and I watch as his eyes lower in appreciation, a slight smile spreading across his face. He’s also drawn to the flame, and together we concentrate on the candle for a bit.
He’s walking toward me, his right hand reaching for my left cheek. He slips his hand behind my neck, pulling me up toward him. I close my eyes when his lips touch mine. He’s told me over and over again I don’t allow myself to feel. To be pampered. To be taken care of. He wants and takes complete control over our night. My only job is to feel.
Fire…fire…fire…fire…
It’s becoming harder to concentrate on that one word as his kiss becomes deeper. I allow his tongue full access; he toys with the tip of my tongue then reaches deeper and lightly touches my front teeth. My arms are reaching up to wrap around his neck but he gently pushes them down and wraps his own arms around me in a hug.
Feel…feel…feel…feel…
The word going through my head changes as I feel myself becoming wet and ready. My breasts are becoming sensitive and my nipples are hardening. I feel his rugged hands slipping down my back, searching for the tie that is keeping my baby doll on. I press harder against him, concentrating on the feeling of my nipples against his chest. He doesn’t untie my top…instead he pulls his hands up slowly to my hair, plays with the shoulder length locks I have.
My hands reach below for the waistline of his jeans and he backs away without breaking our kiss. I drop my hands and he picks me up, lays me across the bed, reaches for the left tie on my bikini. All he has to do is pull the string on each side and I will be completely exposed to him. My arms again lift up to hug him as he pulls on the left tie. He shifts his weight; I realize he is going for the right side.
Feel…feel…feel…feel…
He breaks our kiss and lifts up for a moment. I open my eyes to see his intense gaze and hear him utter softly “You are so beautiful…”
I check myself, not allowing the normal comebacks to a remark like that to pass my lips. I give him a small smile, concentrating on the intense excitement I’m feeling between my legs. I’m starting to long for him.
He moves off me, cuddling up on my right side. He unties the front of my nightie, slowly lifts each cup from my breast, buries his head in my chest. I feel his tongue making small circles on my right breast…he continues going round and round until he reaches my stiff nipple. He stops the small circles and takes in as much of my breast as he can, using his tongue to rub aggressively against my nipple.
I draw in a quick, deep breath. The wetness and longing between my legs intensifies, I try to reach for his Levis again. I feel his hardness against my thigh. He doesn’t allow me access to his jeans but he does allow me to rub his back. I already know how much he enjoys a good back rub during sex. I am pleased he allows me to return some of the pleasure he is giving.
He moves away from my right nipple, tracing tiny circles with his tongue across my chest, aiming for my left breast. As he moves on top he removes what’s left of my nightie and bikini. I’m now completely open and vulnerable to him. My physical feelings are changing by the second. I’ve never participated in something like this before. I’m both frightened and highly aroused at the same time. I stop those thoughts immediately and return to concentrating on my feelings. He’s on top of me again, his knee opening my legs. I open myself for him, yearning for his touch, our connectivity. My hips involuntarily begin to rock back and forth against his leg; his hand slips down and touches my most intimate part. Again I draw a sharp, deep breath.
Feel…feel…feel…feel…
My feelings are becoming overwhelming. My body reaches for his hand as he feels his way through my hair, reaching my lips, tracing them firmly, and finds my clitoris. I jump when he touches it. My breathing is becoming faster and more labored. The thought that neither of us has said a word to each other crosses my mind. I squash it. My assignment is to feel. Something primal within me is trying to take over…my desperate need to touch him and connect with him is becoming more difficult to control.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before. I worry briefly that I’m too wet, he won’t enjoy slipping inside me. I quickly remove that thought as well. I notice his breathing has changed. It’s quicker. A nearly inaudible groan escapes his lips. My hands go down again for his pants. I get no resistance this time; rather, with his free hand he assists me with relieving him of the excess clothes.
His dick is fully engorged, almost purple in color. I stroke him firmly, going all the way down to his balls, play with the hair down there for a few moments. He responds by slipping two fingers inside me while using his thumb to play with my clitoris.
I gave up trying to concentrate solely on my feelings. Instinct was taking over…I needed to feel him inside me lest I explode with anticipation. His mouth has once again found mine; our tongues play the familiar dance we do. I feel his weight shifting again, and know he is about to enter me. He brings his hand up to even out his weight; I lay patiently under him, legs spread, waiting for his dick to fill me yet again.
He doesn’t disappoint me; drops the head of his penis between my legs, pulls back, and does it again. And again. And again.
I’m ready to scream with frustration. He rubs his penis around my intimate area, lifts up again, pops the head of his penis inside me again. This time I’m waiting for it. When he pulls out I lift my hips toward him, maintaining our contact, deepening our connection.
He accepts it, immediately begins long, slow strokes. I close my eyes and concentrate completely on the feeling of his dick filling me up and withdrawing with slow, steady strokes. The fullness of him, his penis fully embedded in me, the stroking, is indescribable. He’s leaning on his elbows, thrusting steadily, eyes closed. I rub his back with my eyes closed, fully caught up in the moment.
I’m very sensitive to the slight changes going on within my lover. Orgasm was imminent. His thrusting quickened, my hands rubbed deeper into his back. I feel my own orgasm building and wonder if we were going to do this together. A rare, but special treat. His stroking increased and became harder. The first sparks of my own orgasm began, my rubbing stopped and fingers dig into his back. Aware of my body’s signals, my cowboy lover went at it even harder and faster.
The bloom of my orgasm opened slowly and stayed with me for a while. I was unaware of the loud moan I emitted; the only thing I could concentrate on was the feeling of his dick inside me and the mind-numbing pleasure as the orgasm completely washed over me. The intensive waves of pleasure finally stop and I realize my fingernails were deeply embedded in Heath’s back, He didn’t seem to mind, though. He’s stopped stroking and is out of breath, his head drops beside mine and he relaxes on me.
We both struggle to catch our breath. As the moments pass I become extremely sensitive yet still do not want him to leave. He eventually softens to point of being unable to stay inside. I wince as he slides out of my body. Heath rolls over to his side. He props his head on his hand and uses the other hand to lightly trace abstract patterns on my chest and tummy. I rest my hand on his hip.
I can see the flame from the position I’m in; I watch it again for a few moments. Heath’s deep, smooth voice breaks my concentration.
“How do you feel?”
I bring my eyes back to his, give him the biggest smile I could muster, and answer “Like a super powerball winner!”

Calling the Bluff

She leaned her head slightly to the right, looking at him sideways. What an incredible package of pure sexiness, she thought, not for the first time tonight. The dark beard, the ever-present brown cowboy hat, the strong features of his face. She couldn't see his eyes-those were concentrating on the road. How could he make driving so incredibly sexy? The right side of his cheek begged for her lips.
She faced forward again, willing herself to concentrate on the outside world. A black suburban was cruising thirty feet in front of them. Hmmm. A suburban. A big suburban. With a nice, big back seat. Oh the things she could do to him in that back seat... She unconsciously lifted her hand and ran it gently down her right breast. Her nipple was swollen, aching for his touch. She put her hand down.
"You okay? You're quiet tonight."
He startled her out of her thoughts. Thank goodness he couldn't read her mind.
"I'm fine. Just going over a presentation I've got to give tomorrow." Liar. That was weak.
He chuckled. "You and your finance world. I wouldn't have a clue as to what you'd be talking about."
"Nothing wrong with that. The world needs investment bankers, just like it needs cowboys." She turned to him and smiled, and got a shot of adrenaline when she saw he was looking at her, smiling back. Those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes...
He turned his head forward again, giving her another great view of his profile. Her Victoria's Secret lace panties were soaked. It was time. If he turned her down again, she was done with him. And back to her toys. Not really what she wanted, but her raging flames of desire demanded satisfaction. She looked at the road again and determined they were about ten minutes from her apartment. That should be just enough time...
She unlatched the seatbelt and leaned toward him, aiming for the line where his beard met his cheek.
"What are you doing?! Put your seatbelt back..." he stopped when he felt her gentle kisses on his cheek. Her tongue swiped at his beard, and she buried her face in his neck, delivering slow, measured kisses down to his collar. "Uh...Renee..."
No stopping now. She unbuttoned his shirt, taking time to rub her hand against his hairy chest, even found one of his nipples.
He gasped. "I'm going to wreck my truck..."
She smiled against his shoulder. "No you won't. You're a great driver."
"Renee..."
She slipped her hand under his belt buckle, and was rewarded with the obvious effect she was having on him. He swatted her hand away. "Not there. Please. I will wreck."
She draped her arm across his chest, giving his left shoulder a gentle massage.
Aren't we home yet?!
She continued to bury kisses in his beard, then reached up and lapped at his earlobe.
"Jeez..." he breathed heavily.
She rubbed her cheek against his beard. A quick glance at the lump in his Levis told her everything she wanted to know. "Heath?"
He didn't answer, desperately trying to concentrate on the road.
"You're staying at my place tonight."
He nodded his head. "You don't know what you're in for, Renee. Are you sure?"
She giggled. "I love surprises."She settled back into her seat. Oh, yeah...
He closed the door and grabbed her by the waist, quickly turning her around and pinning her against the door. "You play dirty." He dropped his hat on the floor then used his beard to tickle her cheeks. She laughed and tried to push him back, but he wouldn't give. "Uh uh. We play my way now." His lips dragged across her neck, ending up on her right earlobe. He gently chewed on it while his hands were busy removing her blouse.
Renee was mesmerized. The wonderful feelings coursing through her body were welcome and long overdue. But he wouldn't let her move. He kept her pinned against the door. She felt her arms going up as he grabbed them and placed them over her head. She leaned her head back, eyes closed, and eagerly accepted his hungry kisses when he captured her mouth. He was a bit rough, almost biting her tongue as they dueled for dominance. She couldn't win. He had her completely. Still holding her hands above her head, he used his teeth to open the front latch of her bra, exposing her breasts completely. He easily slipped her wrists into one hand, keeping her arms up, while slowly planting tender kisses down her neck.
He continued down her chest, reaching his destination, putting as much of her left breast in his mouth as he could. His tongue rubbed hard against her nipple, and she let out a soft whimper. He feasted on her breasts for a while, slowly driving her insane with desire. She wanted to touch him so badly, but still he kept her pinned. The desire he was pulling out of her was like none she'd ever felt. Not even during her long term relationship. She thought she was going to go over the edge right there, before he even touched her below her waist.
Heath was burning with the same intensity. He let go of her hands and scooped her in his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and met his mouth with an even hungrier passion. Her hands drew up and played with his beard while he carried her quickly and easily into her bedroom. Not even bothering to turn down the bed, they tumbled down together, fighting for who was going to be on top. He easily held her down.
"I told you, Renee. We're going to play this my way." It came out deep and a bit breathless. He went back to her breasts while relieving her of her bra and skirt. She tried to reach for his belt, but he would have none of it. His kisses slowly trailed down to her tummy while using one finger to dispense of the lacy underwear.
Renee was overwhelmed with the desire she felt for him. Somewhere in her brain she was a little agitated that he wouldn't let her touch him below the waist. He still had his jeans on, although judging from the look of it, she was sure he was mighty uncomfortable. She'd never been with someone who was so focused on her. His kisses, his hands, his beard, everything was coming together to drive her insane. She held on to his shoulders as he maintained his course of kisses downward.
Oh, no...he's not going to do that...
She tried to lift herself, to say something...but she found herself paralyzed with desire.
Not that!
And his mouth connected with her lips, thrusting his tongue inside her, tickling her clitoris. She became limp, completely at his mercy. Oh my God... he was working it for all he was worth, obviously well experienced with a woman's body. She'd never felt anything close to this before...his tongue...moving in and out...and she could feel it...just on the edge...that beautiful abyss he was about to push her over.
She grabbed his head as the waves began, letting out a deep, long moan. He seemed to know just what to do to extend it. Renee thought she was going to pass out as the waves of extreme pleasure began to die down. She was completely out of breath, hands on her side, chest heaving with the afterglow. Heath slowed down and became very gentle with his kisses again, moving back up on the bed to lay by her side.
He gently moved a strand of hair away from her face, allowing her a few moments to recover. Several minutes passed before her breathing calmed down. She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her face. Those wonderful blue eyes...
"I suppose you want me to say something cheesy like oh, I've never felt that way before..." she used a high pitched voice for the last seven words.
His smile grew wider. "I don't need to hear that. Your reactions tell me everything."
She looked at him with a new respect. "Are you going to let me play at all tonight?"
"I haven't decided." He winked at her as he leaned in for a kiss.
She took the opportunity to see if he'd let her get at his jeans. While maintaining the deep kissing she reached down for his belt, and got no resistance. She pulled her hands up his back, using her fingernails to lightly scratch. That got her a quick, soft moan from him. Her hands went back to his belt. She was determined to get his jeans off this time, and was a bit surprised when she felt his hand go down to assist her. Together they removed the jeans, and she finally got a peek at what she'd been fantasizing about for the past three months. Nice. Well equipped. He was swollen and ready to go, yet seemed to have all the patience in the world. It picked at her ego a bit that he could teach her a thing or two. She pulled on him gently and watched his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Hmm...all men have the same weakness...
She smiled a bit triumphantly as she thought she'd finally gained the upper hand on him. Her body was beginning to respond to him again, something she didn't expect. Her limit was usually once...but, then again, she'd never been with this cowboy before.
Heath went for her breasts again. His tongue did wonderful things to her nipples, things she hadn't felt in a long, long time. She kissed his chest while working on his swollen member, quickly getting to the point where she had to have him, to feel him inside her. Heath seemed to read her mind. His knee spread her legs apart and he got on top, but didn't enter her.
She offered herself up to him, still he wouldn't take it. He remained busy with the side of her neck, kissing, sucking, nipping gently. She scratched his back lightly, trying to pull him to her, but, again, he would have none of it. She remembered what he said...it was going to go his way...and relaxed. It was then that she was able to concentrate on all of the wonderful feelings going through her body. And it was then that he entered her. Quickly, solidly, with a single thrust. She grabbed his shoulders and took a deep breath. Not what she expected. Then, again, this whole night hadn't gone like she expected.
He filled her completely, and remained still. Pulling up a bit, he kissed her, and pulled up even more. Their intimate connection remained. "You okay?" he again brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
She responded by hugging him. "Oh, God, Heath. I'm more than okay."
He dropped down on her again to began stroking her. His breathing was changing, becoming shorter, more ragged. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, and was rewarded by another soft groan from him. The strokes were getting faster...and she again found herself near the edge of the beautiful abyss. He took a deep breath and pumped her hard for several strokes. He was coming, she could feel it. Her own orgasm started, and together, they held on to each other with all they had, as the beauty of those precious waves of orgasm continued to roll over both of them. He finally became still, out of breath, and dropped to her left side. She felt him become limp, finally leaving her, as both of them recovered their breath. Heath rolled over on his back, opening his eyes, turning toward her. She was smiling at him.
"Oh. My. God." he let out in a low, deep voice, pulling her closer to him.
Sleep came quickly and sweetly for both of them...

When Renee met Heath

I was having one of those days. Everything I touched turned to crap. Two major clients cancelled on me, my secretary didn’t show up for work, the fracking cleaning people didn’t do their job the night before as evident by the overflowing trash can beside my desk, and my best dress slacks snagged on something in the hallway, leaving a two inch tear in an uncomfortable place. My head began to pound right after lunch. The lunch that I skipped, because I was running three days behind. The harder I tried to paddle, the more leaks my boat sprang. I called it a day at two. I glanced at the clock through a haze of pain, threw my day calendar against the wall, then broke open the Excedrin Migraine. I chased three caplets down with a gulp of Coke, picked up my blazer and my purse, and made for the door.
Today was blown. I’d had enough. The problems would wait until tomorrow. Besides, with the cancellations, I didn’t have the energy to work on that new project handed down from high above. I didn’t have the energy to focus on anything but getting rid of the pounding in my head.
When I got to the bottom floor relief set it. Sometimes it pays to play hooky. I charged out of the building determined to forget today. I was turning this into a me day. A little time at the spa, a little time at Victoria’s Secret, and a frozen strawberry daiquiri would turn it completely around.
Nothing will pick up a woman quicker than some serious pampering. The massage was beyond compare, the much-needed facial a piece of heaven, and the foot rub erased the remnants of my headache. Joey, sweetie, you’re always aces in my book. That’s why you always get such a tremendous tip from me.
The trip to Victoria’s Secret was necessary. Or so I convinced myself. After all, I was still running around with a two inch hole in my slacks and tired of trying to cover it up with the blazer. I could afford a new outfit or two. And Vicky’s Place was just the store to get them. I found a beautiful royal blue halter style dress. It was more of a summer dress; had a few butterflies in strategic locations on it. I fell in love at first sight. My normal choice would have been something in red. My power color. But this blue sundress was made just for me. I threw the slacks in the garbage later when I slipped into the ladies room at Chili’s to change. I can always get more black pants. No great loss. But this sundress…oh my. I scrutinized myself carefully in the mirror. Yep. I looked good coming and going. The pure lace underwear and the three inch heels I’d purchased with the dress made me feel like royalty. Just a few quick touch-ups to the makeup, and I was good to go.
I strode out of the ladies room a new woman. The headache was long gone, as was the sun which had slipped under the horizon an hour ago. My stomach reminded me again just how long ago breakfast was. I decided Chili’s was as good a place as any to fill my belly. Besides, they have two-for-ones on the strawberry daiquiris. I found an empty spot at the bar and slid on to a barstool. I recognized the bartender right off. Mickey. He’d been at his job for a while. He could make any drink ever thought up by mankind. And they were wonderful. And powerful. And he was easy on the eyes. Unfortunately for me, the wonderful dress I just bought which showed off my assets beautifully wouldn’t interest Mickey in the least. If I’d had a date, well…that would be a different story. My date would be the one Mickey would be interested in. I still loved him. He gave great makeup and styling tips along with his cocktails.
“Oh I just love that dress, Renee. Love it! That blue really shows off your skin tones!”
He noticed. Leave it to me to have a gay guy notice how great I looked.
“Thanks, Mickey. Would you fix me up with one of those fabulous strawberry daiquiris, please?”
“You bet, sugar. And for you…the good stuff.” He winked at me as his hands set to work preparing his magic. I watched for a few moments, then shifted my gaze to the rest of the people at the bar. It was the usual nighttime crowd. I recognized most of the people..but…wait. Wait a second. Who in the holy hell was that?
Sitting on the opposite side of the bar nursing a beer was one of the most interesting prospects I’d seen in a long time. I tried to get a look at his face but he kept it down in his beer. Not to mention that black cowboy hat. Who the hell wore a cowboy hat to go to Chili’s in the city? And was that actually a blue jean shirt he had on? Dammit, would you please look up so I can see your face? That beard…oh my. That wonderful beard…I actually felt butterflies in my stomach.
Mickey broke my concentration by slamming my drink down. “Ah ah ah, Renee. I know what you’re thinking.” He stood over me with a knowing smile.
I took a deep drink. “Come on, Mickey. I’ve had a crappy day. Leave my fantasy life alone, please.”
“Oh, tell Mickey all about it.” He leaned over as if genuinely concerned. “It can’t be all that bad, considering that number you’ve got on. Hmm. If I weren’t gay I’d go after you myself!”
We laughed together. Mickey was such a good friend. Then again, he was everyone’s friend. That’s part of what made him such a great bartender. “What’s with the guy with the hat?”
“Ah. Mr. Cowboy.” Mickey didn’t even turn around to look. “Yes indeed. I’d love to see what he’s got inside those Levi’s.”
“Mickey!”
“It’s ok, Renee. He doesn’t play my game. But I’ll bet he’d be real interested in playing yours.”
I sighed. “Mickey. When are you going to get out of my social life?”
“When you get one, sweetie. You’re too pretty and too successful to be by yourself all the time. I love talking to you, but a woman like you needs a man.”
“Mickey…” I said it low and threatening.
“Oh, sugar, you know what I mean. A man to have a little fun with. When’s the last time you got laid? I got some last night. Can you say the same?”
Ok. So Mickey shocked me on that one. Plus it was a bit more information than I wanted to know. While I was searching for a comeback, Mickey continued. “I can see by the look on your face it’s been a while. You should move closer to Mr. Cowboy and strike up a conversation with him. He’s been here long enough. I don’t think he’s waiting for anyone. The way he keeps tossing the beer back, I’m going to have to cut him off soon.”
Still trying to decide if I were angry or embarrassed or both, I glared at Mickey for a few moments. Then I decided what the hell. The worse thing that could happen would be for him to say no.
“Give him another one of whatever he’s drinking. On me. And, Mickey.”
“Yes?”
“Stay out of my social life, thank you.” I got off the barstool and grabbed my drink. Mickey smiled and winked at me again, then set off to fill my order. I looked down at my drink and realized it was almost gone. Mickey knew enough to get me another. Only I wouldn’t be sitting in the same place. I looked across the bar and decided the empty chair on his left had my name on it.
I walked slowly toward him, willing him to pick up his head, to no avail. Whatever was in his beer mug seemed to be a lot more interesting than the life going on around him. When I got closer I could see the thick dark hair peeking out under the hat. He had a full beard and mustache…but I still couldn’t really see what he looked like. I took my place on his left side. He didn’t even notice. While I was trying to figure out an opening line, Mickey made an appearance with a fresh beer and a new strawberry daiquiri. He laid both of them down in front of us, and finally, finally Mr. Cowboy lifted his head. He had a questioning look on his face.
“From the lady,” Mickey made an extravagant gesture toward me and turned to his other customers.
He turned to look at me. I was immediately captured by the most beautiful pair of crystal blue eyes. They were a wonderful contrast to his dark hair…this guy looked great. My eyes slipped down for just a moment to check out his jeans. I confirmed he had on the Levis Mickey wanted so much to see inside of.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
His voice. Deep pitched, smooth, very slight southern accent, more than enough to send a case of quivers to my unmentionable parts. He turned back to his beer.
Damn. I was beginning to feel like a hormone-driven teenager. My lacy underwear were moist. I thanked God once again for making me female. Easier to hide such reactions. What should I say to him? What would be appropriate? How do people do this? Frack me for being so rusty about this.
“You’re welcome.” How lame. It was the only thing I could think of to say. And it was much too late after his thank you. I was rewarded with another look at his face. Oh my God, his eyes were doing wonderful things to my insides.
He still had a questioning look on his face.
“Are you waiting for someone?” Great job, Renee. What a stupid opening. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled.
“No ma’am. I’m just trying to decide whether or not to eat something.” This time he didn’t put his face back in his beer. It was a start. Now I had to figure out how to keep him interested.
“You know, I came here for a bite myself. Would you care to join me?” Why, oh why did those last six words come out?! I don’t even know this guy’s name! He could be a serial killer for all I knew! Awe, shit…
He seemed amused. After a few thoughtful moments, he held out his right hand. “My name is Heath. I’d at least like to know who I’ll be eating with.” No smile on his face yet, but he seemed a bit more relaxed.
I shook his hand. “I’m Renee. I don’t normally ask total strangers to dinner with me.”
I was rewarded with a hint of a smile. The eyes, the beard, the strong features on his face…it took nearly all of my self control not to jump him right here and now. Good grief, Renee. What is going on with you? Was Mickey right? Had it been too long? When was the last time? Why am I thinking of this right now? Have I lost my mind?
Heath brought my thoughts to a screeching halt. “I would love to have dinner with you, Renee.” And, there it was. A full-faced smile. Oh my God. If I got any worse, my underwear were going to have to be tossed.
“Mickey can get us a table. I’m a little hungry myself.” The second daiquiri was starting to mess with my head. Served me right, drinking on an empty stomach. Coming off a migraine, to boot. I’d be doing good not to barf all over this gorgeous cowboy I’d just had the good fortune to meet.
I signaled Mickey to come over and asked him to get us a table. The request was a little out of his job description, but I knew he’d do it for me. He told me he’d be right back, and walked off with a huge grin on his face.

Mickey was good. Damn good. He got us a table near the back, a two-seater with a little privacy. I thanked him and slipped enough money in his hand to cover my bar tab and his tip. He leaned over and whispered “Good luck” in my ear, then left us to get a waiter. I was beginning to feel terribly unsure of myself, bordering on extreme embarrassment. After a minute of two of total silence between us, I sighed and broke it. “You know, Heath, we really don’t have to do this. I’m sure you have other obligations…”
He quickly lifted his head. If I could just hold his attention long enough to keep him from staring at his damn beer…”No ma’am. I mean, it’s okay. I don’t have anything else to do. I mean, this is fine!” The more he stumbled over his words, the redder his face got. Which made him even more attractive.
“Heath?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“If we’re going to get through this dinner, you’re going to have to stop saying ‘yes ma’am’. It’s making me feel like an old school teacher.”
Heath lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, no…that’s…the furthest thought from my mind. You are…quite attractive.”
It was my turn to get the red-tinged cheeks. “Thank you. As are you. So now that we got that out of the way, tell me a little about yourself.”
Heath took another drink before answering. He sure took his time with answering questions. I was trying to decide if it were the beer making his thoughts slower or if he did it on purpose to drive my insides nuts. “No one special in my life, nasty divorce three years ago, two sons and a daughter I love with all my heart, and I ride bulls for a living.” He nodded his head and picked up his beer again.
Wow. Straight to the point. I could work with that. “Your life in a nutshell. Hmm. Let’s see if I can do the same. Never been married, serious relationship breakup five years ago, no kids, no one special in my life, successful investment banker.” I lifted my drink in his honor and took a sip.
He leaned his head to the right side. “Investment banker? Sounds like you make a few bucks.”
Ok. So he was blunt, too. “I do okay. Riding bulls? What kind of a career is that?” I figured that was fair.
“It’s the best natural high known to man! “ His expression relaxed.
“If you say so. I don’t think I’ll be trying it any time soon.”
“Have you ever been to a rodeo?”
The look on my face answered his question.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Yeah, sweetie. If there are more men like you running around at a rodeo, I’ve got to put it on my to-do list. Definitely. I decided to try a different tactic. “How did you end up here?”
“Argument with my trainer. We don’t always see eye to eye. I needed to cool off for a few hours.”
I opened my mouth to make a comment, then closed it abruptly. I had no idea what was involved in a rodeo, wasn’t even sure what he meant by riding a bull for a living, and decided to keep quiet so I wouldn’t look like a complete idiot.
Saved by the waiter. He came by to take our orders. I found out Heath was a steak man. Steak and baked potato. Could it have been any other way? I ordered my usual Caribbean salad with iced tea. Heath ordered a Coke. I smiled slightly. I liked a Coke man; no Pepsi for me.


Dinner was great. Heath and I relaxed as the evening proceeded; I even got him to laugh at a few of my lame jokes. He has a wonderful, deep, infectious laugh. I couldn’t help but join him. We each talked about our day and how terrible it was. We both agreed the evening was worth the crap we went through this morning.
After the dishes were picked up and the bill and tip paid it hit us that the evening should come to a proper end. I was reluctant to let this mysterious and gorgeous cowboy go. Whatever happened next would be up to him. At least I’d gotten my hormones under control…for the time being.
Heath stood up from the table and straightened his hat. “Renee. Would you like to go for a walk? I’m not ready to get back home yet, and the evening is still young.”
My heart did back flips; my girly parts got all mushy with a longing for his touch. Should I? “That would be lovely.” My mouth operated before my brain gave the okay. What the hell?
He took my right arm into his and escorted me out of the restaurant.


My work clothes were becoming a pain to carry around. I’d stuffed my blouse in my purse, but the blazer simply wouldn’t fit. So I handled it as best I could, making sure my right arm stayed linked with Heath’s left arm. He smelled wonderful; I was trying to pinpoint the cologne he had on but I couldn’t. We walked for a few blocks in silence, taking in the evening sights and sounds of the city. He seemed to be completely at ease. I wish I could say the same. My brain was listing out topic after topic to start a conversation. I couldn’t decide where to start, so I walked in silence beside him. My feet were beginning to gripe about walking in the heels, but I wouldn’t dare say anything. This felt too good. If he wanted to walk in silence, I decided that was perfectly fine with me.
Then ‘she’ happened.
“Heath? Heath!” we both turned at the sound of her voice. “Oh, my goodness, Heath! I didn’t know you were in town!”
Next thing I knew this beautiful platinum blonde wrapped herself around my cowboy. Heath let my arm go to return the hug. “Jill! So nice to see you!”
I was hoping to God this beauty was his sister. As I watched her give him a lingering kiss on the lips my hopes were dashed. Suddenly I felt like a third wheel.
“How long has it been? Why didn’t you tell me you were in town? Let me look at you…you still look fabulous!” Jill stepped back to take him in. She looked like a living Barbie doll, perfect figure, beautiful face, beautiful hair.
Heath smiled and put his head down. “It has been a while. You look wonderful.”
Sigh. My chances were slipping by the second. It seemed like Heath completely forgot about me.
Jill stepped in really close. “You still riding those bulls?”
He nodded his head.
“When are you going to stop doing that dangerous foolishness and get a real job?”
“I have a job.”
She shook her head and smiled at him. “We really need to get together. How long are you in town?”
Heath suddenly remembered I was there. “Jill, this is my friend Renee. Renee, this is Jill. We’ve known each other for years.”
How well have you known each other? I wondered. Was that a tad bit of jealousy rising up in my heart? I graciously shook her hand and told her it was nice to meet her.
She brushed me off, as if I were a piece of lint on Heath’s shirt. “You still single, Heath?”
“Yes ma’am. Trying to stay that way.”
Another shot to my heart. I stopped listening to the conversation and started considering walking home. What was I thinking? I don’t even know this guy. Sure, we had a great time together at dinner. But that was that. Given his lack of conversation since we started our walk, I figured the magic had disappeared.
I watched the both of them in animated conversation for a few minutes, then shifted my purse and blazer. I watched a traffic light go through a few cycles. After several minutes I decided it was time to make my exit. It was fun while it lasted, and I’d have someone new to fantasize about when I had a few spare moments. Besides, I had a lot of work to do in the morning.
I waited for a break in the conversation. It took a lot longer than I’d anticipated.
“Heath,” I said, “It was very nice to meet you, but I’ve got a lot of work to get to. I’m going to leave you two to catch up.”
Those beautiful crystal blue eyes looked at me in questioning surprise. “I’m sorry, Renee, I didn’t realize I was keeping you from work.”
Jill was quiet for a moment.
“Oh, no. Not at all. I’m just going to have a long day tomorrow.” As I prepared to walk away, Heath slipped his arm over my shoulder. What’s this?
“I’m sorry, Jill. We’re going to have to catch up later.”
The look on Jill’s face was priceless. Neither of us expected that.
“Ok. You still have my number? Give me a call before you leave town.”
“Will do. You take care.” With that, he turned away from her and walked. With me by his side. What the hell?
I gave it a few moments, just enough time to where I couldn’t stand it anymore. “You know, I would have been fine walking home myself. Didn’t mean to tear you away from your friend.” There. That seemed neutral enough.
“Friend? She drives me nuts. You did me a huge favor.”
Hmmm. Should I touch that one? Maybe. “You two seemed to know each other very well.”
“She’s the ex-wife of one of my friends. She took him to the cleaners. Barely left him with enough to eat on. She’s not on my list of priorities.”
Oh. How quickly fortunes were changing tonight. I decided to drop it. After all, I was the one with Heath’s arm wrapped around me. My package seemed lighter.
“Would you like me to carry that for you?”
How sweet. “I’m fine. My apartment is only two blocks away. Care for a nightcap?” What in the hell possessed me to say that?!
“Sure. I’ve still got plenty of time.”
I let out a contented sigh and stole a sideways glance at him. His profile was gorgeous. That cowboy hat did him justice. That beard. How I would love to play with that beard. How I would love to have his arms around me. His hands. Rough and calloused. What wonderful things could he do to me with those hands…
“Renee?”
I snapped out of it immediately. “Yes?”
“You don’t think Jill-“
“No, no,no. Not to worry. That’s your business. We’ve just met. Each of us have lots of secrets, I’m sure.”
Heath stopped and pulled me to him. I didn’t resist. “Secrets. Secrets can be fun to uncover.”
And there we were. On the sidewalk. In front of my apartment building. Gazing into each other’s eyes. Face to face, just a few inches between us. The butterflies multiplied in my stomach. He took my breath away. I was frozen, willing time to stop, wondering if this was all real. He leaned in closer, and I realized he was going to kiss me. Should I let him? How can I not?
“Renee?” he whispered.
“Yes?” I whispered back.
“Can I kiss you?” he breathed.
Our noses were touching. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t…”
Slowly our lips melted into each other. He was extremely gentle, almost as if he were kissing porcelain. I was the one who wanted more, who urged him into a deeper kiss. He didn’t disappoint. It was when I felt his hands starting to roam I broke the kiss. I was a simmering mess. He pulled back to look at me, his arms still around me. “Wow…” he breathed.
“Yeah…” I whispered back. We stood there for a few moments, holding each other, looking each other in the eye.
“Heath,” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s take this to my place.”
“Okay.”
We didn’t move. People were passing us on the sidewalk. The traffic light continued through it’s cycles. Time seemed to stand still. And still we were holding each other, standing right outside of the door to my apartment. His eyes had some sort of magnetic force which compelled me to keep his gaze. Finally he slowly lifted his right hand to play with my hair. It felt wonderful. My lacy underwear were completely drenched. I became more aware of his body, and realized I may be having the same effect on him. That’s when the smile spread across my face. He returned it. And together we turned to my front door.