by Golden Angel
"Hi Derrick," she said, suddenly feeling shy. What if he didn't want to talk to her after last night?
"Hi, how are you?"
Well he sounded pleased to hear from her at least.
"Um, I'm good!" Ugh, there really was no classy way to phrase what she was about to say. She really should have thought this through before calling him. "I um, I just wanted you to know that I just came from the doctor and um... what I mean to say is..." Patricia's shoulders were shaking as she held in her laughter and Sarah could feel her face getting hotter and hotter. "We're good." What I mean to say is, we're good."
"Better than good from what I remember," he said smoothly, his voice rippling over her skin like silk. She shivered a little, a high pitched giggle escaping her. Oh good grief, she sounded like an idiot schoolgirl, not a grown woman. Even Patricia was giving her a look, the obviously hilarity on her face not helping Sarah's anxiety at all. Like she needed someone else's opinion to know that she sounded stupid.
"I meant... I mean..."
Derrick laughed. "It's okay, I think I know what you mean. How do you know already though? I always thought it took longer than that."
"Oh well, apparently Martin was tested regularly, and he and I, well we hadn’t in um… a long time and the last time he was tested he was fine so…" she said, still blushing. Was it okay to bring up the only man you'd had sex with prior to the man you just recently had sex with? If it wasn't, Derrick didn't seem to mind.
"Good. Thanks for letting me know. Can I take you to dinner tonight?"
"What? Oh... um... Derrick, I'm kind of sore..."
More laughter from the phone, and since they were at a red light this time Patricia didn't bother to contain her own amusement. She laid her head down on the steering wheel and laughed her ass off while Sarah debated pounding her head on the dashboard. It would probably just make Patricia laugh even harder.
"Just dinner, Sarah. I have some investigation stuff to talk to you about, and I'd also just like to see you again, if that's alright with you."
"That's very alright with me," she said. He wanted to see her? Like a date? "Um, is 7 o'clock okay?"
"Sure, where would you like to go?"
"Oh gosh, I don't know. I rarely go anywhere but Polenta."
"I'll choose a place then. I'll pick you up at 7."
"Okay, See you then. Oh, and thanks for the muffins," she blurted out, wanting to make sure that he knew she'd gotten them and appreciated them. "I've never had homemade blueberry muffins that weren't from a box before."
"Really?" He sounded pleased. "You're welcome. I'll see you tonight, Sarah. Bye."
She loved the way he said her name. "Bye."
As soon as she clicked off the phone Patricia started cheering. "Sarah's got a date! Sarah's got a date!"
Normally Sarah would have felt like strangling her friend, but she was too excited, so she just joined in the chanting.
*******
The rest of the afternoon ended up getting hectic. Vincent had moved incredible fast on getting the papers together to sell his share; the lawyer called and told her the price, so then she and Patricia had to talk to Lloyd about whether or not he wanted to buy in. Patricia and Lloyd decided to buy half of Vincent's share, but that still meant that Sarah had to find the money for the other half. To her dismay there was less in the savings account than she'd always thought, she'd be able to cover the cost but it was going to deplete the account.
It also meant that she needed to be more frugal with her spending. So instead of going out and getting a new dress for dinner with Derrick, the way that she wanted to, she ended up borrowing a dress from Patricia. It was simple but pretty, the dark purple color emphasizing the red in her hair and making her hazel eyes seem more prominent. She didn't get home till 6:30, at which point she was rushing to get her make-up on. Since she didn't have much time to do anything fancy with her hair she just brushed it out so that it hung long and loose in waves down her back and put hair clips on either side of her head to keep it out of her face.
Even though she knew she wasn't going to be having sex tonight, Sarah couldn't help the moistness of her pussy. You'd think that one night would satisfy her, but apparently not.
When the doorbell rang, at exactly 7 pm, Sarah had just finished putting a coat of mascara on her eyelashes. Taking a deep breath, she looked herself over. Not bad for an almost forty-year old. Before she could lose her nerve, she went to answer the door.
Chapter 7
Derrick couldn't believe how good Sarah looked when she opened the door. Being so much taller than her was definitely a bonus when she wore a low cut dress like that, he had the most incredible view of her creamy cleavage. That was the first place his eyes went, in fact, before he dragged them up to her killer smile as she watched him look her over. The dress hugged every single one of her curves, and the deep purple made her hair stand out like a flame as it waved back from her shoulders in long tendrils. She'd done something with make-up that made her hazel eyes look huge in her face, and her lips look eminently soft and kissable. Sarah stepped back to let him in, and he was able to admire the way her skirt rippled around those killer legs, which looked fantastic in some very high heels. Even wearing those she was so tiny that if he wanted to follow his body's response he'd have to pick her up to hold her against the wall and...
Yeah. Snap back to attention and be a gentleman.
Stepping through the doorway he shoved his hands in his pockets, to ensure that he would keep them to himself. Otherwise they'd never get to dinner.
"You look beautiful," he said.
She smiled back at him with pleasure. "You're looking pretty good yourself."
It was true. Even if she hadn't had her usual, immediate reaction of damp panties the second she'd opened the door and seen the outline of his muscular body, a good long look at him would have provided the same response. He was wearing black slacks that made him look even taller, a crisp white button down shirt that contrasted sharply with his skin and the pants, and a medium gray jacket. It was like looking at a piece of chiaroscuro artwork. A sexy, masculine piece that would have women crowded around it to admire the clean lines and foreboding authority. Whereas she was all bright colors, he was shadows and light; despite her doubts about her own level of attractiveness she knew they were going to look incredibly good together tonight.
Grabbing her purse, a simple silver clutch that matched her shoes, Sarah was very aware of Derrick's eyes following her every move. Just the way he watched her made her feel sexy and desirable. She still couldn't believe her luck that he wanted to see her again, and apparently for more than sex. If he'd called and asked to just come over and pleasure her silly again she would have told him that she was too sore today, but tried to make plans for tomorrow. Instead he wanted dinner. For business, he'd said, but also just because he wanted to see her.
She felt as anxiously giddy as a high school girl at prom.
And just as special as Derrick escorted her out the door and to his car, his eyes shining with admiration the entire way as he asked how her day was. Huffing a laugh, considering the very hectic past 12 hours, she said it had been fine, but he could tell there was obviously more to the story. Even though she was all for females rights and equality, she still thought it was a nice touch that he opened the door for her and helped her in.
"So where are we going?" she asked brightly as he got into the car.
"My favorite restaurant," he said. "Well, my favorite restaurant before I tried eating at Polenta."
Sarah laughed. "You don't have to say Polenta is your new favorite."
"But what if it is?" Derrick gave her a sidelong grin, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, as he pulled down the street and headed out to the main road. She found herself fascinated with the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, making her remember the way he'd gripped her limbs last night. Licking her lips, she smiled back at him.
"Well then I'm glad to hear it."
Der
rick's car was obviously only a couple years old, not very flashy (not that Sarah knew much about cars) and incredibly comfortable. She preferred clothe seats to leather, she hated the way the latter stuck to her skin in the summer. Or the winter when the heat was on high enough to warm it up. It was a bigger car than Martin and she had ever had, but Derrick also needed a lot more space to fold his large frame into. The space between them seemed to loom and she wished that she was closer to him.
"You still didn't tell me where we're going."
He laughed. "Persistent little thing aren't you?" Coming from someone else she may have apologized for pushing things, but Derrick just sounded amused and indulgent, so Sarah grinned at him, daring to reach across the space over the emergency break and cup holders and poke his arm. Geezus. Her eyes bulged. It was like poking a tree trunk, there was absolutely no give to that muscle. "Hey now, now poking, that's not nice. We're going to Founded by Farmers."
Reaching towards her, Derrick scooped her hand up in his, completely engulfing it. Sarah flushed with pleasure again at the contact, his thumb stroking gently across her knuckles. Just that one small touch and suddenly her entire body felt like a spark had been lit within her. The palm of his hand was just as smooth as she remembered, despite the calluses that indicated he was no stranger to work. Just the kind of hands that turned a woman on.
"Oh, I've heard of them. They're farm to table, right?" She worked on keeping her voice casual, even though she was squeezing her legs together because she was so turned on. The soreness of her tender folds did nothing to decrease her arousal.
"Yep." Derrick gave her a pleased smile. "I think you'll like it a lot."
"So what did you do today?" she asked, partly to keep the conversation going and partly out of genuine interest.
"Ah... well. Did you want to talk business now or at the restaurant?"
Hmm. That was a good question. "Now please, that way we can get it out of the way before dinner."
For a moment she felt a little worried that she had mistaken his intention for asking her out, but the squeeze he gave her hand and the approving smile on his face told her that he liked the idea of spending dinner getting to know each other better instead of talking about the case that she'd hired him for. So he told her about dropping off the books at Nick's and his friend's hope that they might be able to figure out exactly how much money and where it had gone based off of the notes Martin had left. Sarah listened intently, chewing her lower lip. She was glad that they were talking about this now, her stomach was all in knots and if they'd tried to talk about it over dinner she would have been too angry to eat.
By the time they got to the restaurant they'd moved onto Sarah's day and she told him about Patricia's offer to buy a portion of Vincent's share of Polenta, Vincent's immediate capitulation and his sudden disappearance from the restaurant, and the lawyer's call during the afternoon.
"I'm going over tomorrow to the attorney's office tomorrow with a check," she finished up her story, just as their meals arrived at the table. Sarah hadn't been able to resist the "Adult Grilled Cheese" dinner consisting of a grilled cheese sandwich with gouda, provolone and prosciutto with a side of roasted red pepper and tomato soup. Derrick thought she looked utterly adorable dipping the corner of her sandwich into the creamy red soup and eating it just like a little kid.
"How are you going to pay for the portion of his share that Lloyd and Patricia aren't buying, if you don't mind my asking." Waiting for her answer, Derrick dug into his own meal of country fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.
Sarah made a face. "I'm going to have to dip into the savings account, although Martin didn't put aside nearly as much as he told me. Hopefully I don't end up needing the money for anything else anytime soon, but I don't think I can find another buyer on such short notice."
"What about me?" Derrick asked. The words were out of his mouth before he could think them through, but as Sarah gaped at him his mind raced ahead of him. It wasn't a bad idea at all, actually. He'd enjoyed the tour that he'd gotten of the restaurant before, it was obviously successful, and he had been looking to get out of the PI business. Cooking and food was something he actually knew about and he was good at working with people. And if anyone tried to mess with Sarah or her restaurant he'd be there to hunt them down. The idea was sounding better and better as he thought about it.
Completely taken aback it took Sarah a few minutes to answer. Her own thoughts were along the same line as Derrick's, from what she'd seen of his people and cooking skills, but she was worried about their personal life as well. They hadn't known each other for very long, would he want to keep seeing her in a more than business partners and friendly way if they were both involved in the restaurant?
"Are you sure?" she asked, feeling anxious and unsure whether she wanted him to say yes or no. "What happens um, between us if.... I mean..."
"We work it out," Derrick said, shrugging and reaching out to take her free hand, the one that didn't have a sandwich half in it. "I want to keep seeing you if you're amenable and if we end up deciding not to see each other anymore then I promise I won't leave you high and dry on the business end. Or you can buy my share out then, once you've gotten more in your savings account. But I'd like to try. I told you I've been wanting to do something new, and this fits so well with the things that I enjoy I feel like I'd be an idiot to pass up an opportunity like this. Not to mention that it gives me an excuse to spend even more time with you."
The confident smile he gave her sent shivers whizzing right through her susceptible body. Sarah's fingers curved around his hand, squeezing it tightly to try and express all the things she couldn't bring herself to say.
"I'm amenable," she whispered. This kind of honest come-on was completely new to her, and Derrick's obvious interest in her and his self confidence in expressing it kept her off balance. She was so glad that he was still interested in her, and yet unsure if it was too soon for the overwhelming feelings and attraction that was always sweeping through her in his presence. In some ways she felt more connected to him than she ever had to Martin, as if Derrick understood her on a deeper level even in the short time that they'd known each other. Certainly he seemed to have more respect and interest in what had happened during her day than Martin ever had.
So they ended up talking some business during dinner after all, and Derrick was relieved to hear that he had more than enough to buy out the portion of Vincent's share that Patricia and Lloyd weren't taking. After that the conversation turned to their pasts, learning more about each other's school days and the trouble they'd each gotten into. Sarah was completely taken aback by Derrick's descriptions of eavesdropping on his neighbors as a teenager, usually by climbing onto their roofs. He told her a hilarious story about how he'd almost been caught and had ended up having to jump off of one of the roofs - right into a compost bin. That was the one and only time he'd gotten caught, since it was pretty obvious from the smell that he was the culprit.
After dinner Derrick took Sarah back to her house and walked her to the door.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said, looking up at him, not sure whether or not he was going to kiss her but definitely hoping that he would. Automatically her lips parted invitingly.
And he was not the guy to turn down that kind of invitation.
"Me too," he said as he pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to hers. Even though she was in heels, Sarah went up on tiptoes to meet his kiss, and Derrick groaned, his hard arms practically picking her up off the ground as he held her against him. Their tongues danced together, his lips sealed against hers, and heat flowed through her body.
When he pulled away her lips were swollen as she swayed in the circle his arms made around her. "Would you like to come inside?" she asked, and then bit her lip remembering that she was still really sore from the night before. "Um... I'm not sure I'll be able to... I mean..."
"You're still sore," he said, his eyes filled with laughter as he looked down at
her.
"Yes," she replied, feeling the hot blush rising in her cheeks.
"That's just what a man who spent last night with you likes to hear," he said, kissing her again. Sarah moaned into his mouth, letting her body arch and press against him, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her upper stomach. "There are other things we can do." She shivered and nodded as his lips moved over her ear and down her neck. Turning, she felt him press against her back, his hands caressing her stomach and moving upwards to her breasts as she unlocked the door, trembling so much that she actually missed the key hole a couple times. Which gave Derrick ample opportunity to cup and squeeze her breasts, his lips brushing the sides of her neck.
Sarah shoved the door open and was turning to grab at him when he scooped her up in his arms, making her giggle madly as he strode purposefully into the house and kicked the front door shut behind him.
"That's hot," she said, dropping her purse and keys to the floor and grabbing his collar. Pulling herself up, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, reveling in his low groan as the sensation went straight to his dick.
With her soft curves pressing against his body and her teeth nibbling at his sensitive lobe, Derrick hurried up the stairs as fast as he could go, the span of his right hand gripping her ass cheek and kneading it. Not making love to her was going to be torturous, but he'd get his hands on her however he could. When they got to the bedroom Sarah released his earlobe and started unbuttoning his shirt. Her eager wantonness was an incredible turn on and he let her legs go, letting them drop to the floor, although he kept his other arm securely wrapped around his waist.
Clothing fell as they kissed and moved towards the bed, Sarah's backward steps in heels making her wobbly but she knew that Derrick wouldn't let her fall. Just as they reached the piece of furniture he kicked off his own shoes and pants, hoisting her up and pressing himself against her. She moaned as wetness seeped through her pussy.
