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some, but not too much, cleavage.  I reasoned it was both appropriate for a sports event and sufficient to say take me home and fuck me.
    As arranged,  I waited for Jay at my condo.  He said he’d be here at six thirty, and that we’d grab a bite to eat before the game.  At six twenty my intercom buzzed, and I eagerly buzzed him up.  It buzzed again.
    “Yes?” I said into the intercom.
    “There’s no point in me coming up.  Come down here.”
    “Okay,” I said.  I guess if that’s what he wants.
    The elevator opened and I could see him standing on the other side of the glass doors.  In yet another expensive suit.  One that sat oh so perfectly on his shoulders.
    He had his back to me, but turned to face me and smiled when I opened the door.  My heart leapt.  In the two days since I’d seen him, I’d almost forgotten how hot he is.  Or maybe I’d convinced myself that my memory was playing tricks on me, building him up to a level of gorgeousness that he simply didn’t have.  Yet here he was, standing right in front of me in all his undeniably beyond gorgeous state.

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    “ H i Beautiful ,” he said.  He put his phone in his pocket and hugged me tight against him.  I closed my eyes and inhaled.  His earthy scent traveled through my lungs and down to my crotch, filling me with heat.
    “Hey.”
    “Are you okay to walk to the stadium?”
    “That’s the beauty of central living.”
    “Okay, let’s go.  I thought we’d eat in the stadium.”
    “In the stadium?  That food is so overpriced!”  I guess he’s never been to any event at a stadium, everyone knows what stupid money the places there charge.
    “They are?  That’s fine, we’ll stop somewhere on the way.”
    Our belly’s full, we filed through the stadium doors with the rest of the fifty thousand spectators.  Jay held the tickets out for the woman, and we were through the doors.
    “Beers?” I asked.
    Jay looked at me with his dazzling smile, “Absolutely.”
    When we each had a beer in hand, we entered the stadium.  I followed Jay.  He seemed to know where he was going.  The place was already buzzing and even though I knew nothing about basketball, the atmosphere was electric and I couldn’t help but be excited.
    “Here we are, that’s your seat.”  Jay pointed to a seat and I furrowed my brow.
    “Are you serious?”
    He let out a burst of breath.  “Of course.”
    “How the hell did you score court side seats?”
    His eyes flared.  “Buddy of mine.”
    “That’s a nice friend to have.”
    “He took pity on me.  I told him I needed to woo a pretty girl and he offered them.”
    I blushed.  “You didn’t need fancy tickets to impress me.”
    “I’m not trying to impress you.”  I didn’t know what he meant by that comment.  Sometimes he’s too difficult to read.  Almost like he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him.
    “Oh,” I said.
    He leaned over, his lips to my ear and said, “If I were trying to impress you, I’d have taken you to an old movie house.”
    His words set a tingle down my spine. No. I must not approach this as a relationship. This is sex. At least at some point I assume we’re going to have it.
    The lights dimmed and spotlights swooped around the stands, which set the crowd off.  As the teams emerged and began warming up, the cheering became so loud I scrunched my face up in an effort to plug my ears.  From my seat at the edge of the court I watched mesmerized and the fast moving giants did their stuff.
    At halftime, a man and woman I recognized from a local television station appeared center court and began talking to the crowd.  A half dozen guys ran out around the court.  One stopped in front of me, startling me.  He shot some t-shirts out of a cannon, then moved down a few seats to shoot off some more.
    Jay turned to me, “I want to apologize in advance.”
    “What for?”
    “Because I have to be somewhere at five tomorrow morning, so I have to take off