Chapter 5 She's Different
Cooper
For a moment, I had honestly not been sure if she would say yes to me about coffee. That was still so foreign to me. I never had to wonder if a woman would say yes; it was a given they would. Now, I was faced with the possibility of having to actually work for a woman’s attention. I couldn’t tell you how long it had been since that was the case.
Even before my pocketbook was what drew women like bees to honey, my good looks usually did it for me. I never wanted for female companionship and a willing pussy. Haley was proving to be very different. I was also finding I was enjoying the challenge. I guess when you just get things handed to you, it gets boring after a bit. So now, actually having to do the chasing, rather than being chased, was exciting me.
I had told Duncan last night when we left the office that I was planning on asking her to coffee today. He chuckled and told me to call him and tell him how it went later. He got such a kick out of her reluctance.
I watched her hang onto her purse with an iron grip. I knew she wasn’t doing so because she was worried about thieves; no, she was just grasping something to hold onto. I wished I could offer her my hand, a notion that once again surprised me. That I wanted to offer her comfort and safety, which was never really a consideration for me with women. While I wasn't a bastard who wouldn’t defend a woman in trouble, I didn’t worry so much about the level of comfort of my female companions. I wasn’t usually empathetic to their moods and emotions.
When I was with a woman, there was only one reason, normally. I was there to fuck. Plain and simple, I needed a warm, wet pussy, and they were glad to provide it. Now, I made sure they enjoyed themselves and received pleasure from me, but I had no desire to have any contact with them other than this simple physical act. No dinners, no dates, no late-night conversations or pillow talk. Just straightforward fucking.
Yet now I find myself walking beside a young, inexperienced, and somewhat naive woman doing exactly that. Her, I am taking on a date. Her, I want to talk to and get to know. Her, I wish would hold my hand and seek comfort from me for her nerves. So, why is she so different? That is what has been plaguing me. Trying to figure out that very thing.
I can almost guarantee that this girl is a virgin. She might be innocent enough to be untouched by anyone other than herself. I will most definitely be finding out. In fact, just thinking about that makes me hard, and I have to concentrate to get my dick to deflate so I don’t freak her the fuck out. Honestly, I have never been with a virgin, not even when I was one, way back when. No, it is experienced women who know the score that I always associate with.
When we reach the door, I open it for her and lightly place my hand on her lower back as I guide her into the establishment. I like to come to this place for coffee on my way to the office. I have actually come here for a meeting with a client once, as he wanted it low-key. The feeling I am experiencing with ushering in Harley is completely foreign to me. I am rather excited to introduce her to a peek inside my world.
This place doesn’t have a hostess or anything, but they do have wait staff. You don’t go up to the counter to order, and they shout out your name when it’s ready. There are no names written on paper cups here.
I usher her to a small table in the far corner. It is situated by the window but is more intimate so we can talk. She looks around the whole time I lead her to the table. As I continue to keep my hand on her lower back, it warms and tingles with the contact. I have to smile at that odd sensation just from this innocent touch. It makes my mind wonder how incredible it would be to actually touch bare flesh with her.
I pull out a chair for her, and she sits down. Then I take my own. It takes no time for a woman to come over, “Hello, my name is Amanda, and I’ll be your server this morning. Do you already know what you would like, or would you like a menu?”
Harley blinks and seems a bit lost, so I step in, “Bring us a couple of menus, please.”
She nods and hurries off to do as I have asked. She is back quickly, laying them in front of us and then hurrying away again. Harley opens hers, and I see her eyes get wide, probably seeing the prices here aren’t what she is used to.
I take the menu from in front of her, and she blinks at me. “That just for coffee?”
I smile. “Don’t worry about any of that. Okay, I know you like coffee because you were in the coffee shop before. So, what type of coffee do you like?”
She nibbles on her lip for a moment. “I like coffee with vanilla and caramel most of the time. In fact, I get those flavored creamers a lot of times.” I nod.
“They have a lovely cappuccino that would suit you with those flavors, so we’ll order that. Now, would you like a muffin or a slice of cake?” She thinks about it.
“How about a blueberry muffin? There’s nothing really complicated about that.” I nod at her reasoning.
“That sounds great. So, when she comes back, that’s what I’ll order for you, and then you don’t have to worry about the menu or anything, okay.” Once again, she nibbles on her lip, drawing my attention, but she nods.
When the waitress comes back, I place our order, getting my regular coffee and apple streusel cake that I like here. She smiles and darts off to get our order.
I find myself just watching her as we wait for our order. I seem to be rather mesmerized by the lines of her face. She’s beautiful; there’s no doubt about it. Now, granted, her beauty is not the sleek, expensive kind that she paid top dollar to achieve; no, hers is all natural and just who she is. I find myself anxious to know more about her. I want to know absolutely everything.
