Chapter 9. Blind date

I got a good look at my hair when I stepped through the door to my own home, groaning at how windswept it had become. The weather was an absolute nightmare, and for the first time in forever, I was truly considering cancelling my plans for the night.

I hung up my house keys on the hook on the wall, shrugging out of my long black coat while I mulled it over in my mind.

On the one hand, the weather was a menace, it wasn't going to let up any time soon, and there was a high chance that my blind date was probably going to cancel on me anyway. But on the other hand? The blind date may not cancel on me, I hadn't dated since high school, and I really needed to get out more often, crappy weather or not.

I swore to myself and prayed that my blind date was going to be worth it.

I stripped out of my work suit quickly, throwing them across my large bathroom and into the hamper there before stepping into the shower.

At 23, I was a fit, short female CEO, the first in my city, and a damn good one I liked to believe. I sighed and let my tense muscles relax.

People called me smart, but I just called myself fast paced. I graduated high school a year early, cutting off my relationship with the quarterback of the football team when I realised, I liked chicks not dicks, and fast tracked my way through University. I had a double major, and with hard work, no sex or romantic life, and a solid part time job, I got through better than most. I was 20 when I graduated from university.

I lathered myself up, smiling as I remembered my first job in my field. I had freelanced first, taking jobs the university passed onto me, before I was scouted by multiple dream companies. I had my pick of the top editorial companies in the world.

I worked in France for a year before coming back and kick-starting my business myself.

I stepped out of the shower after drying myself off, wiping the steam of my mirror before drying myself down and beginning my makeup routine all over again.

Now, at 23, I had my own company that was well and truly taking off, and with all my new employees on hand, I had time to explore romance and my sexuality. So thanks to an old friend, I had a blind date and the night to enjoy it.

After my makeup was finished, and my strawberry blonde hair was dried, washed and pinned back neatly (And in a wind-proof sorta way) I made my way back into my room, holding my fluffy towel around my petite figure whilst I searched for something to wear. I looked at three different dresses before choosing a slim black one. It was strapless, and had a low dip to the back, but paired with a nice overcoat I figured it would do just fine.

It wasn't a particularly long dress, so I paired it with my favourite thigh high black heel boots, hoping they'd help to keep me warm.

Before I knew it, it was time to leave, so I called for a taxi, slipped on some rather simple yet pleasing jewellery, and practically skipped out the door, remembering my coat at the last minute.

The cabbie was silent, and I found myself relieved, whilst I ran my company and chattered all day, I didn't particularly want to spend the 20-minute driving making small talk to someone I'd probably never see again.

The bar we pulled up to looked incredible from the outside, and I practically gawked as I paid my driver and stepped out into the cold.

I was desperate to leave the cold so I hurried to get inside, leaving my staring until I had entered.

The bar was high end, low lighting, chandeliers and velvet and gold everywhere you turned. I'd hear rumours that this place was also a BDSM club, but those floors were only open to paying members. I made a note that if the date didn't work out, I would have to check this place out more and see if I could get myself a membership and some training.

Whilst my appearance said one thing, at heart I was a submissive through and through.

I searched around the room, looking for a sole woman. My friend had described her as a tall blonde with glasses and soft brown eyes, but I couldn't see anyone in the room that matched this particular description.

I sighed, just figuring that she had yet to arrive, and settled myself down by the bar to wait, ordering something alcohol free as I wasn't very fond of it.

Time passed, and I kept an eye out, but hardly anyone new entered, and those that did were in small groups. I resigned myself slowly to the knowledge that she wasn't coming.

By this point I felt rather grumpy, and sent a message to my friend, letting them know that the woman hadn't shown up, and that I was going to head home shortly.

But when I stood from my chair and turned around, I bumped into one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

She was not my date, that I was certain, but I had enough sense knocked out of me to desperately wish she was.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I blushed and stuttered to the tall, dark skinned goddess.

She chuckled softly, and it was only then that I realised she had steadied me and I was in her arms. I pulled back quickly, ignoring the way her body heat set my skin on fire and heart racing.

"You've been here for quite a while, alone, I was watching you" She said easily, shockingly I wasn't at all creeped out by the statement.

"Um, oh, I was supposed to meet a blind date here b-but I guess she didn't brave out the weather to show up like I did"

The woman raised a perfect eyebrow in response, shaking her head and her perfect, dark curls swayed behind her.

"Her loss" She leaned in a little closer, practically purring. I felt like I'd been hit in the stomach with how fast my body responded to her. "And my gain"

I shuddered, practically tripping all over her confidence.

"Y-you..." I was at loss for words, and she simply smirked again, offering me her hand.

I took it, if I was going to throw caution to the wind and do something wild, why not now. After all, I was all dressed up and until now, had no one to impress.

She led me through the room, hips swaying slightly in her tight white leather dress.

I muttered curses to myself and tried not to stare, she was perfection, more than perfection.

I also knew that I had never been this turned on in my entire life.

We reached a mahogany set of double doors and I paused.

"I..." she looked back at me, smiling.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, I own this club, you're allowed back here if I say so" I gaped, but nodded anyway.

"So that's what it looks like from an outsiders perspective huh" I said, and she gave me a slightly questioning look whilst she opened the door. "I own my own company, so, I'm usually the one receiving the surprised looks and amazement"

She chuckled, closing the doors and standing close to me, sliding a hand down my side and to the small of my back.

"Guess it makes it easier then," she murmured before kissing me, I didn't ask what she meant, too lost in her lips to even think of talking.

The kiss was demanding yet hot, and her body pressed against mine easily, sending sparks of lust shooting through me.

"Do you know what this place is?" She asked, lips brushing over mine.

"I have a few guesses" I murmured back, eyelashes fluttering as I eyes off her mouth again.

She looked smug at my slightly dazed appearance, and took my hand to tug me down the hall we were in.

When she opened the doors at the other end of the hall, my heart fluttered, and my lust doubled.