thebrandonclark:
“Oh you know, the usual,” he replied with a shrug. He ordered a drink from the waiter before turning back to the beautiful specimen before him. “Actually had to go out for a while to take care of some stuff. Came back to a relaxing workout session and a swim so all in all a good day,” he explained. “Although I do know the day isn’t over yet but this is more like the winding down part of the day.”
His drink - scotch on the rocks - came and he took a sip before asking, “And how about yours?”
“It was fine, likewise.” She wet her lips as she leaned back into her seat and allowed her mind to wander. The author in her began to think of scenarios, about how this night could play out, of how she could make it as interesting and thrilling as possible for herself and her readers. Diana was a creative and fun-loving writer, she disliked the idea of mundane conversation and uneventful encounters. What did she have to do and how did she have to behave in order to get under Brandon’s skin?
She stretched out her legs and accidentally brushed them against his. A coy smile spread on her rosy lips, one which actually betrayed the casualness of the touch. “However, I’ve been feeling a little restless today. Too full of energy, actually. I just can’t seem to be able to find a way to exhaust myself.” She shrugged a shoulder and moved her legs under the table cloth once more. “Any suggestions?”














