Jim waved our waitress over and asked for a to-go box. She came immediately and packed up his lunch.

"I'll leave you guys to get acquainted." Jim and John shook hands and Jim bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Try to get laid, will ya?" He whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes at him.

"That's not part of the contract." He grinned and left.

"What'd he say?" John asked.

"That I was to inspect the size and performance of your services and report back to him." I could see the twinkle in John's eyes. He stared at me for a moment.

"It could definitely be arranged."

"Oh lord, I wouldn't want you to strain yourself with the effort."

"It wouldn't be an effort...trust me." He gave me a grin that showed his dimples and left me clenching my thighs together. A shadow fell across our table and I looked up to see a nervous guy around our age standing there.

"Oh my god, you are John Cena!" Can I get your autograph?" Thank god for a distraction. Once people realized who was in the restaurant, more and more people came over.

"Is it always like this?" I asked him during a lull in his impromptu autograph signing.

"Yea, I'm sorry," he said sadly, "it's just part of the joy of being out in public with me."

"Then it's something I'll get used to." I smiled at him and he stared at me.

"I wish..." He continued to stare at me, than shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said and turned toward the older woman who was approaching the table. I put my jacket on while the woman was getting her autograph.

"Let's go. Before someone else comes." He grabbed his jacket and we left the restaurant. We started walking toward Boylston Street.

"So what time are you picking me up Friday?" I asked.

"The event starts at 7. So 6:30?"

"Sure." We took a few more steps and he stopped.

"Thanks."

"For what?" I asked. He stared at me in amazement.

"Ok, you need to stop looking at me like that. I'm starting to get a complex. I'm supposed to look at you like that. You're the amazing one." He chuckled in response.

"I had been with Liz for so long, I forgot what it could actually be like."

"What do you mean by 'it'?"

"An actual relationship." He looked so sad, I had to do something. I took a step closer to him, got on my tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I don't mind sharing", I said, "as long as I get my alone time too." I gave him a wave and headed into the Arlington T station.

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Friday afternoon, I was a freakin wreck. I had gone to the salon and gotten my hair washed, dried, and put up into a updo. At 6, I got dressed and sat on the couch. My dress was from a newish store on Newbury Street called Lola's. I had bought it for Corefit's Christmas party last year. It was short, not slutty short, but short enough to get some attention. And it had.

At 6:30 on the nose, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and my mouth dropped. John looked stunning. HIs tux fit him well and his body language said he knew he looked good. His shoes were shined to a high gloss and his eyes...he was looking at me like he could see through my clothes.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi. You look...amazing."

"Thanks."

"Our chariot awaits." I grabbed my overnight bag and took his hand. I was spending the night with him at his hotel so we could be seen heading out together the next day.

We walked down to the waiting limo. The driver jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for us. I kicked off my heels and carefully squatted to pick them up. I got in the car and John slid in next to me. The driver closed the door.

"And that was?"

"I know my limits in this dress. Getting in a car with heels on and this dress will equal a Lindsay Lohan moment." He pressed a button on his side and the partition went up between us and the driver. I realized we were completely alone when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I looked up to find him intently staring at me, his eyes clouded with lust.

"Take your underwear off," he said.

"Take yours off," I replied. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"I have wanted to kiss you since we left the restaurant the other day. Seeing you in that dress makes me want to give you the orgasm of a lifetime." I made a mental note to send a thank you card to Lola's.

"I need something of you to hold onto tonight," John continued. "Otherwise I am probably going to pull you into a bathroom and have my way with you. Chances are high we will have to leave because I'm going to tear your dress." THAT mental image left me wet.

"Take them off for me," I whispered parting my legs. His pupils were dilated as he drew in a shaky breath. The car came to a stop and I was grateful for the tinted windows. He kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on the seat, each one brushing the outside of my thighs. I could feel my nipples pressing against my bra. Jesus, I might orgasm just from him being this close. His hands slid under the hem of my dress and traveled up my legs. When he reached the band of my underwear I lifted my hips, helping him slide the thong down my legs. Both our breathing was raspy by the time he half stood and sat on the side bench seat.

"The driver is going to have to drive around the block again. I am going to have to get back under control." He motioned toward his crotch and I could see his cock straining against his pants. I realized that one of us should be in control.

"Do NOT mess up my hair!" I said and kneeled on the floor in front of him before I could talk myself out of it. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I reached in and pulled his cock out. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to stroke him. He groaned and his hips started to rock. It took all my willower not to put my hand under my dress and make myself cum with him. Leaning over I took him in my mouth and started to use my tongue. His groans got louder and louder and then finally he shot into my mouth yelling "Oh Colleen!"

I sat back on the floor giving my legs time to get feeling back into them before I had to get out of the car. John fixed his pants and zipped them back up. He was silent and I felt like a cheap whore.

"You said you needed to get back in control. I thought I'd help." I said quickly, willing him to say something. He stared at me and I wanted to melt into the floor.

"Come here," he whispered patting the seat next to him. I stood up to sit next to him and the car braked making me fall into his lap. I sucked in a breath and realized our faces were inches from each other.

"You need to put your shoes on because we're here. We are also not spending the whole night here because I need to give you your alone time and I hope you're ready." I gulped at the intense look on his face. John looked over his shoulder.

"We're here." I bent down to get my shoes and move off his lap. He grabbed my hips and held me still.

"Jesus woman, you're going to give me issues again." He moved me off of him and onto the sear. I got my shoes on as the car door opened.

John got out and he held out his hand to help me get out of the car. Cameras flashed and we smiled as we walked into the mansion.