Return to Mr. Thorne by Mimi Strong

Author:Mimi Strong
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: ORLY Press
Published: 2012-09-05T08:00:00+00:00

3: DINING IN THE DARK

On Saturday, I was finally free of Mrs. Chong and her collectibles, and I planned to spend the entire day in my pajamas.

The intercom buzzed, and I thought it would be my elderly neighbor needing help with her groceries. To my surprise, it was a messenger.

I ran down to the front entrance rather than buzz up a stranger, and was greeted by the most adorable young man on a bicycle, who handed me an elegant bundle of flowers and a card.

I thanked him and returned to my condo, buzzing with excitement.

Inside the card was an address, a time, and … nothing else.

I stuck the flowers in some water, grabbed my laptop, and sat on my vintage teak sofa, where I googled the address.

Turned out, the address was from this weird new restaurant. The waitstaff were all people with vision impairment, and the patrons dined in the dark.

Absolute, pitch-black darkness.

So as better to enjoy the food, apparently.

Seemed like a big pile of what my grandfather would call horsepatooie, but the invitation had to be from Mr. Thorne.

My fireman, Jacob, would never think to pull something like this off, and I wasn't dating anyone else, casual or otherwise.

Although … there had been the husband of the personal shopping client, the silver fox. I'd kept him out of his wife's way by letting him watch me get changed inside the luxury boutique's changing room. He'd helped me out of my panties, then he took me to heaven. Several times.

I'd returned the favor, and I even adhered to his share-happy wife's strange rules, by making clever use of a sock.

That had felt like a one-time only deal, and I didn't think this dinner invitation would be from him, though it was a possibility.

I thought about Mr. Luthor Thorne, and the first time we met.

I'd been working in his mansion, banned from seeing him. He'd climbed in his own bedroom window like a burglar, like a gardener gone rogue. He pretended he was just a man doing work around the mansion, but his manner and his too-even tan gave him away, not to mention that gorgeous dick. I'd seen his dick the day before, when I'd been hiding under his desk. (Kind of a weird story, I know.) That day, I'd had his delightful manhood inside my pussy, but not in my mouth, and I'd hungered for it ever since.

Mr. Luthor Thorne.

In his custom-made shirts, and one of those expensive, luxurious suits.

I stroked the fabric of my vintage sofa, but it was no substitute. I wanted the real deal. The man, the suit, that deep voice, that giant, throbbing …

I rubbed my thighs together in eager anticipation. My nub needed only a gentle prodding to awaken, firmed up and ready for action.

What would he do to me?

My thighs rubbed together eagerly.

What wouldn't he do!

I looked for something hot on my computer. Anything. I had a few photos saved in a special directory marked “Minutes from Meetings,” and I pulled the photos up into a slideshow.

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