Magnets

Chapter 1

Connor sat in his chair across from his date in one of Philadelphia's best Italian restaurants. She was chatting away at him and he was half absorbed in the conversation. Given how attractive the woman was he should have been paying more attention, making her feel special. Despite barely paying attention, she was giving him all the right signals, twirling her shoulder-length blonde hair, batting her long eyelashes, suggestively yet discretely rubbing her collarbone and the top of her cleavage, which was spilling out of her tight blue cocktail dress.

    Just then the waitress delivered their food, "Controfiletto al Pepe Verde for you sir, and Tagliatelle al Salmone for you ma'am," the waitress said as she placed their food in front of them. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked.

    "No," replied Connor looking up at her and smiling. The waitress blushed slightly; most women do when they're on the receiving end of one of Connor's smiles.

    "Enjoy your meal," she said, her voice wobbling a little as she turned on her heel and was quickly gone.

    Connor cut into his sirloin taking a bite of the delicious meat. He always ordered the same thing when he brought his dates here, which was quite frequently. He wouldn't have to bring so many different women here if he could just have the only women he was sure he'd ever love. Connor was lost in his thoughts when he heard a rather loud, "mmmmm," come from his date as she popped a bite of pasta into her mouth. Even if she was trying to give him a preview of the noises she was hoping he would help her make later, he had already decided it wasn't happening. Not because she wasn't beautiful, but because she wasn't what he wanted, and nothing she could do would change that. He did have to give her credit, though. He almost always took home his dates who ordered real food, and not just salad. Connor loved a woman who could eat, and even more so the ones who looked like they ate. Ones who ate to nourish and not deprive.

    That's when Connor saw Kate walk in. He knew she would be here; it was her two year wedding anniversary, with her husband Bryce. He knew because the date was burned into the back of his mind, he couldn't forget even if he tried. Just like he couldn't forget how beautiful she was. No matter how many other beautiful women he bedded, they always paled in comparison to her. Tonight she looked exceptionally exquisite. Her petite frame stood somewhere just over five feet, but she stood taller tonight in her heels. Her red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, her muscular legs on full display in the short hemline. Her long brown hair was tied up in a simple, yet sophisticated, knot and she had on simple diamond earrings as her only jewellery. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of her. 

    Her wedding day had been the day he knew he'd lost her forever, even if he'd never really had her. He studied her as he always did when she was near. He watched her look up at her husband with such love and admiration in her eyes he was instantly jealous; his cock hardened just imagining that she would look at him like that.

    The maître d showed the happy couple to their table, which unfortunately was seated directly next to Connor and his date's. Bryce walked up to him first. Connor stood to shake is hand, trying to use his napkin to hide the unmistakable hard on he had for the other man's wife. "Bryce," Connor greeted him, clearing his throat. "Kate," he said leaning in and kissing her quickly on the cheek 

    "Connor," Bryce said shaking his hand firmly. "Who is your lovely date?"

    "Oh, my apologies," Connor began. "Forgive my poor manners, this is Suzanne. Suzanne this is Bryce and his wife Kate. Bryce is my former business partner."

    Suzanne smiled politely up at the couple, "Nice to meet you. Former business partner?" Suzanne looked to Connor with her question.

    "Bryce and I worked together for several years, until we decided to dissolve the partnership and peruse separate interests," Connor gave her only the vaguest of answers.