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"Baby you know just what I like."

She travels a lot, its part of her job. It doesn't matter though, because tonight, she's here. And tonight, she's all mine. We agreed to meet at a quiet, but popular LA restaurant at around 10pm. I told her I'd wait for her at the bar. I arrived at 9:30 and settled myself at the bar, ordering a vodka cocktail while I waited. I focused my attention on the TV screen above me which showed the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim vs the Oakland Athletics game. I watched as Mike Trout hit a ball deep into centerfield only for Josh Reddick to jump up on the warning track and catch the ball in dramatic fashion, stealing a homerun from Mike Trout.

"How Ironic." A soft sweet voice cooed next to me in reference to the fact that its usually Trout who steals homeruns from people.

I turned to my left and saw her standing next to me. Her mouth in a smart smirk, god she looked stunning.

"Hi," I smiled at her.

"Mr.Griffin." she answered.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

"I'll have what you're having." She challenged her mouth in the familiar smirk from before.

I ordered her the same drink I was having before, and ordered another for myself. I paid my tab, and handed her the drink.

"We should go sit." I stated, smiling at her.

"We should go sit," she nodded.

Our waiter showed us to our table, and as requested, I got us the most private table the restaurant had to offer. We both sat down and placed our drinks on the table. The waiter excused himself to retrieve menus.

"How are you?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I've been well, you?" she reciprocated

"Awesome, but missing you." I admitted.

She smiled, biting her lip, "So are you relived im here then?" she asked, looking me dead in the eyes.

"I don't know if relieved is the right word at the moment," I said.

She frowned, "Why?"

"The lip biting, stop." I almost growled across the table.

And like magic there it was, the same smirk "Such a small gesture has such a profound effect on you. Hmm." She stated, taking a sip of her drink. "I think the word you're looking for is frustrated." She smiled, this time baring all of her teeth.

"frustrated." I said, agreeing with her.

"So how is everybody?"

"Everybody is good." I replied, laughing a little.

"What was the joke? I missed it." She asked innocently

"No there was no joke, I just found it amusing how you asked about the girls." I told her.

"Ah, I understand we call them 'the girls' now." She scoffed in reference to the girls I was fucking when she wasn't around.

"I thought that was more fitting than disguising them under the pronoun of 'everyone'." I shrugged.

"hmm," she mumbled, as she took another long swig of her drink

"Let's not be vague here either, how are your guys?" I asked her, putting the ball in her court.

"Everybody is well. "she replied dryly.

She was a tough project, but she's worth it. Shes my bestfriend, of course with benefits. She rarely ever in LA, but when she is, its all about her. We both drop everything for each other, but we also both understand we're not the only one in each other's lives. She's smart, successful on her own, and witty. Everything my other girls aren't. If she lived in LA, theres no doubt she'd be mine and only mine, but that's not how things are. So I settle for the occasional visit, she pays me whenever shes in town.

"Are you really hungry,Blake?" she asked me snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Not even in the slightest bit." I confessed, the smirk now on my face.

She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to one side, letting me know she was alluding to the same thing I was.

We both got up from the table, and exited the restaurant. I handed valet my ticket and impatiently waited for them to retrieve my car. I kept my eyes straight ahead, because I knew that if I looked to my left at her in that impossibly tight dress, I'd end up fucking her in my car. After what felt like an eternity my car was brought out. I opened her door and waited for her to get in and raced to get into my drivers side. I raced home, not being able to wait much longer to get her out of that dress.

We pulled into my driveway, and as I opened my door to get out she grabbed my arm. I looked back at her and she had a mischievous look on her face.

"Fuck me in your car."

"Are you serious?" I asked her semi entertaining the idea, and partly annoyed she isn't out of that dress yet.

"Dead serious." She spoke, lust clouding her usually bright eyes.


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