He spent most of the evening with other beautiful women and most of the men at the party and only talked to me for the first time that evening shortly before he left. I was disappointed in not being with him more but I figured that my friend could hook me up with him later.
The next morning there was delivered to my desk at the Trib, four dozen long-stemmed pale, pale pink, large budded roses with a note from Harry asking me to dinner that evening. He really knew the way to this girls heart (or pants).
A cab picked me up at my apartment as planned and when I got to the restaurant he had chosen, there was a dry, straight-up martini waiting for me with a note that said he would be about fifteen minutes late. (I found out later that he called my girlfriend and host of the previous evening to find out what I liked to drink). This guy was going to get the best fuck he ever had - if he ever showed up!
At the end of the evening he came up to my flat and we fucked like rabbits and I was so in lust that I was crazy. I couldnt get enough of him and he ... Les hele novellen
