...The waiter arrived with their food. They ate, chatting about the city and their little neighborhood.

“I’m surprised I haven’t seen you in the park before,” he said.

“I only started going recently. Since the weather has grown cooler, I love to sit outside and enjoy it. And lately, I’ve been wanting to get out of the office to get some fresh air, I suppose.” She glanced up at him from under her long brown eyelashes. “I’m glad I did.”

“So am I.”

“What? No other women come to sit in the park with you?” Her eyes sparkled as she teased him.

“None as beautiful as you,” he replied. He had no idea where this was coming from, but he found it easy to talk to her.

She blushed, the pink of her pale cheeks deepening so prettily. Would her nipples deepen in color as he licked them? Would they pucker and stand up at his touch?

He stared at her, amazed at it all. She was here with him, having dinner, and although he hadn’t been with a woman in long years, he knew she wanted to be with him.

“Where do you live?” she asked, as she pushed her plate away. The waiter hurried over and swept it away.

Tsang motioned the waiter to take his plate also.

“Dessert?” the waiter asked.

“I’d love some rice pudding, if they have it,” Mattie said quickly.

“Two, please.”

The waiter nodded and left. Within a few moments, he brought them small bowls of the creamy rice pudding.

“I live on the other side of the park, just a few blocks away. A small house, but it suits my needs. And you?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“I’m a little farther away on the other side of bus terminal. My house is small, but quaint.”

“You live alone?” he asked.

“Yes. And you?”

“Alone.”

“Good.” She smiled and for a moment the look in her eyes was…predatory.

“Why good?”

She leaned forward and lowered her voice, as if to tell him a secret. “Because no matter whose house we go to tonight, it will be just us.”

The ancestors save him! His cock stiffened, pressing along the zipper of his slacks, and he had to bite back a low moan. She wanted him.

He inhaled and knew it was true. Arousal rolled off her, thick, musky and delicious. Just like her pussy would be if he licked it. And he would lick it; he’d stroke it, play with it, and make her beg him to fuck her.

“Yes. Just the two of us. Shall we go?”

He signaled the waiter, who came over and placed the check on the table. Tsang put his credit card on top of it, and the waiter carried it away. He didn’t check it. He didn’t care what it said; he just wanted to pay the bill and leave. With Mattie.

“Shall I follow you?” she asked.

Damnation! He’d forgotten she’d driven her car to the restaurant.

“Yes. If you’d feel more comfortable.” The waiter returned with the slip for Tsang to sign. He added the tip, dashed off his signature, and handed it back.

“Good. Let’s get out of here.” She stood, picked up her large purse, and waited until Tsang stood next to her. He took her elbow and guided her out of the restaurant.

Once on the sidewalk, she said, “That’s my car, the blue Camry.”

He pointed in the other direction. “Mine is the black SUV.” It was a Mercedes, but he hated saying the name, thinking it sounded pretentious, but he did business with upscale clients and they expected it of him.

“Got it. I’ll follow you.” He watched as Mattie walked away, then spun on her heels and ran back to him. She grabbed his sweater, fisting it in her hands, then rose on her toes to press her lips to his.

Tsang gasped at the wonderful surprise of it, and she licked his open lips. He opened for her—he could no more resist than fly—as her tongue searched his mouth. Then she let him go, turned and ran to her car.