Page 7 of The Senator's Daughter

“You like?” she asks playfully, and I nod with a smile.

“I really do.”

I watch Lola move almost in slow motion when, as the straw slips from my lips, she sits forward, reaching. The pad of her thumb runs across my bottom lip. I feel the cream smear as she does it, then I see it on her thumb as she pulls away. Without even a second thought, she slips it between her own lips and sucks it clean.

It is the single sexiest thing I have ever seen and it nearly makes me gasp out loud.

“Maybe a little too creamy for me, but I had you down as the secret sweet tooth type,” she says with a smile. Lola seems almost oblivious to the effect she has on me.

“Maybe a little, but keep it to yourself,” I remind her.

“I want to know more of your secrets,” Lola says. Her lack of filter, her directness--it’s refreshing. She catches me off guard and makes me feel tingles at the same time.

“You can ask me anything,” I say, as I take another drink of my creamy delight.

“Hamburger or hotdog?”

“Burger.”

“Yellow or blue?”

“Blue.”

“Born rich or self-made?”

“Born.” Not even a flicker at the answer, so I know she already knew.

“Lesbian, bi, or just curious?”

I screw my face up at the question.

If only I knew.

“No idea,” I say. That brings a flicker of contemplation to her eyes, but it’s barely there before it’s gone.

“You?” I put the same question back to her before she has chance to ask something else, and Lola rewards me with a smile.

“I didn’t say you could ask me anything, but in this case I can answer . . . hot dog, yellow, neither, and a lesbian.” With that, she finishes her drink. “One more question, then. My place or yours?”

I think about this one. Obviously there is a third answer, but it’s not one I’m willing to think about. I want her. I don’t care where it happens--but at the same time, I like to feel in control. I reply, “My place.”

We could have walked. I would have walked except it all felt too far, too cold. Too much. So we take a cab, which took only a few minutes, but I am pleased with the choice as we sit in nervous, yet excited silence.

I can’t stop thinking of when her pussy was so close to my mouth I could almost taste her, I admit to myself.

I pay and we exit and enter my building. As we walk through the marbled foyer, Lola lets out a low whistle.

“I am pleased you chose your place,” she remarks. “I would have died of embarrassment after seeing this.”

The elevator dings. We step inside and I give her a tender smile. “I wouldn’t be looking at your place as much as I would be looking at you,” I say.

Lola turns to me slowly. Even though we are nearly the same height, her eyes are slightly lower than mine, so she has to look up to meet my gaze. I like the way that feels. It makes me feel protective of her, even though she’s the one who stops to softly sweep the hair from my cheek. It’s a sweet moment. All too quickly, the doors ping open.

“Saved by the bell!” she says, and I laugh as I lead us to my apartment. I fumble with the keys, showing my nerves, but then the door finally swings open.

I really didn’t expect to have Lola over tonight, but luckily, I always have wine and a pristine place, so that isn’t an issue. Turns out, I don’t have to show her around either. Lola is exploring, going in and out of each room, looking at things. She is even opening drawers.

I feel my eyebrows raising. I’ve never met anyone quite like Lola. There is something so refreshing about her.