Phillip Altman was a new man. He'd been working with his brothers Paul and Judd for the last ten months in the family business, and little by little his siblings started trusting him with more responsibilities.
He'd gotten his own place in town, and he'd rebounded spectacularly from Tracy's departure. In fact, he had a date with a new girl, Diane, that night. He was in the sweet spot - he and his ex Chelsea had a standing appointment every Thursday night, and a pretty little flight attendant who he connected with every time she passed through town.
He set out from his downtown apartment, casually swiping through Tinder on his walk to the new bakery in town, conveniently located next door to the family store. It's only been a week, and he hadn't met the owner yet, but it quickly became his favorite place for his morning coffee.
This morning was no different. He had Paul and Judd's orders already, and stepped into the bakery, eyes glued to his phone. He joined the line, and was perfectly content to ignore the world while he waited, until he heard a beautiful British accent and his head snapped up.
It was like time stopped. At the counter stood the most stunning woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She had a slim, petite figure, her chestnut hair pulled back into a unique style of three buns, likely to keep her hair out of the way while baking. She was talking to the guest at the checkout, a dazzling smile on her face that transported Phillip out of his body. Fuck Chelsea, fuck Diane, fuck the flight attendant.
He had to have this woman.
A targeted throat clearing from behind him snapped him back into the present. He closed his mouth, not realizing his jaw had dropped, and noticed that there was a gap between him and the person in front of him. He closed the space in the line, and slid his phone back in his pocket, Tinder long forgotten at this point. He drummed his fingers against his thigh, anticipation eating away at him in the seconds that felt like hours that he waited for his turn to order. Finally, there was only one customer ahead of him. As he stood there, staring at this mystery goddess, she looked up from the cash register and met his gaze. Phillip gave her his best smoldering look. He had his patented ways to entice women, and he knew just what would work for this particular angel. She smirked at him, and then did the unthinkable.
She walked away.
He watched her figure retreat to the back of the store just as the man in front of him left the counter with his pastry. He walked up to the counter, determined to somehow salvage his missed opportunity. A short, asian woman greeted him as he approached.
"Two black coffees, and a soy hazelnut latte," he grunted out. As the woman was ringing him up, he tried to charm some information out of her. "So, that other girl that was up here, I haven't seen her around. What's her story?"
The woman, Rose by the name on her nametag, looked up from the register and gave him an appraising look. "That's Rey," she replied. "She owns the place. Your total is $10.94." Bingo. He had a name. Phillip handed over his card, shaking his head. He'd have to talk to Judd about his frou-frou coffee habit. He took the coffees from Rose and left, formulating a plan as he walked out of the shop and next door.
Phillip came into the bakery every day that week, trying to stage an opportunity to casually introduce himself to Rey. Each day he left equally disappointed and encouraged, more motivated each day. He was sure she was a little minx, playing hard to get. He saw the way she smirked at him that first day. This was a game of cat and mouse, and he was more than willing to play.
His date with Diane and the subsequent sex would have been a fun romp, but the whole time he had been distracted by Rey's smile and lilting accent. He hadn't bothered to return any of Diane's texts, his focus solely on this new conquest. He would die before he let Rey slip through his fingers.
Finally, on Friday he had a breakthrough idea. She had predicted his pattern and was noticeably absent every time he came into the bakery for his morning caffeine fix. So, while he still made his morning run - because good God was the coffee the best he'd ever tasted - he knew that would throw her off his scent. He bided his time, waiting until after lunch when he was sure the bakery would die down.
At 2:30 pm, he figured he'd waited long enough. He oh-so-casually waltzed out of the Altman Sporting Goods store and acted as natural as possible as his feet found their way back into The Sweet Spot.
The bakery was nearly empty, with only one older gentleman sitting at one of the tables tucking into a piece of pie. His eyes found Rey immediately, and he sauntered up to the counter. She wasn't looking, wiping down the counter, her delectable pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. Phillip almost lost it then, his brain short-circuiting, thinking of all the places he'd like that tongue to explore. He shook his head, encouraging his brain to climb out of the gutter, and stepped up to the counter.
"Hey there," he said, in his best attempt at casual curiosity. "Fancy seeing you here."
She stopped her cleaning and looked up to him, first in surprise. When she recognized his face, a cheshire cat grin appeared on her face. She threw her rag off to the side and tucked a stray hair behind her ear and walked to the register.
"Hey yourself," she responded, grin never leaving her face. "What can I get for you today?"
"Your phone number for starters would be great."
Phillip winked at her, casually leaning across the counter onto his elbows so that he was closer to Rey, but not too close to scare her away.
Rey rolled her eyes. "We don't even know each other," she countered, turning away from him to rearrange some pastries in the display case.
"I'm Phillip," he said, not missing a beat, "and now we're not strangers anymore. Plus, isn't that what exchanging numbers is for? Getting to know each other?"
He smiled at her, shifting his weight onto one arm as he continued to lean on the counter. With his free hand, he found a little display of business cards in front of the register and plucked one out, flipping it around in his fingers. "Rey Johnson, eh? Looks like I have your number right here."
He wiggled the business card, looking to Rey for a reaction. She was chewing on the inside of her cheek, arms crossed but amusement in her hazel eyes.
"I suppose I should be thankful you at least asked for it before finding a way to get it," she teased. She looked past him, noticing a middle-aged woman had stepped in line behind Phillip, patiently waiting. "Now, some people don't have time to sit and flirt all day, did you need any actual food or beverages before I shoo you out of here?"
She was unable to keep a smile from her face. His heart fluttered a little bit at her smile, mixed with confusion. Girls didn't have this effect on him. He had this effect on women, not the other way around.
He cleared his throat and straightened up. He tore his eyes away from Rey's and surveyed the display case of pastries. He pointed at random, "I'll have one of those."
She rang him up, handed him the pastry, and gave him one last smile before making an actual shooing motion with her arms, waving him away.
Phillip stepped out back onto the street and took a bite out of the chocolate croissant he bought without paying attention to what he was ordering. Damn , he thought to himself. This is the best thing I've ever eaten .
He walked back into the shop next door, ignoring an exasperated look from Paul that clearly read where have you been and made his way to the office in the back. He sat down in the chair and pulled out his phone and Rey's business card.
He quickly dismissed the notifications he had waiting on his phone - two texts from Chelsea and one from Diane - and went to his iMessage app. He keyed in Rey's number and started a new text. He stared at the screen for a long time, double checking his words, and chomped another bite out of his croissant. Finally, satisfied with his opening line, he hit send.
Phillip Hey, gorgeous. If you had plans tonight, cancel them because I'm taking you out.
Phillip was surprised he didn't get an answer right away. In fact, he spent three minutes just sitting in the office staring at his phone. Nothing. He double checked the number on the business card, making sure he'd entered the right number and not the landline to the bakery. He assured himself it wasn't a big deal, and tried to focus on work.
Paul had him doing some of the bookkeeping these days, which was boring as fuck. Phillip has said as much, several times, but Paul insisted he learn this if he was ever going to be an equal partner in the business. So, he sat, trying to look at the receivables agings while glancing at his phone every 20 seconds. Finally, after an excruciating five minutes, his phone dinged. He reached for it instinctively, but then made himself stop, hand halfway to unlocking his phone. Be chill, man. Guys like you don't respond immediately. Make her sweat it out like she sweat you out, he thought to himself. He stood up, leaving his phone on the desk, and walked out of the office.
It lasted two minutes. He made one lap around the store, waving a distracted hello to Horry behind the checkout, before desire won out and he raced back to the office. He picked up his phone and was disappointed by the response waiting for him.
Rey Who is this?
Phillip It's Phillip. I made that great of an impression huh .
Rey Phillip….
Phillip Yeah, that's me. Dashing good looks, sucker for a chocolate croissant?
Rey Ohhhh yes. How could I forget. Hi Phillip :)
His stomach did a somersault. That smiley face had to be a good thing, right?
Phillip I knew you couldn't forget me :)
Phillip So, tonight?
Phillip I have the perfect plans for us ;)
A triple text? Since when had Phillip become a triple texter? He was going out of his normal methods to get with Rey, but he knew it would be worth it. He watched the little conversation bubbles appear and disappear several times before he got his answer.
Rey I'm in. Meet me in front of the bakery at 7pm?
Phillip It's a date.
Phillip smiled down at his screen. She was certainly a feisty one. He liked that she called the shots. He was very much looking forward to where this night was going to go.
At seven o'clock sharp, Phillip walked up to the front steps of The Sweet Spot in his favorite plaid shirt and his best jeans. As he approached, he watched Rey exit the bakery and lock up. She was even more stunning now than she had been each of the other times he's seen her. She had on high-waisted black jeans and a red short-sleeved crop top. Her hair was down instead of its usual three-bun style and Phillip felt the breath leave his body in one big whoosh. This woman was going to be the death of him. Her red lipstick matched her top exactly and as she locked up the bakery he got a great look at her perfectly peachy ass.
She turned around to face him head on and he immediately noticed a smear of frosting on her face. She smiled at the sight of him, the dazzle turned up to full wattage. He returned the smile, and walked up to her, closing the gap so there was very little space between them.
"Hold on, you've got something on your face." He licked his thumb, and slowly traced his thumb over the frosting smudge. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, clearly not expecting the touch but not shying away. He pulled his thumb away from her face, and brought it to his mouth, never breaking eye contact as he sucked the frosting off. He released his thumb with a soft pop sound, and smirked in satisfaction when he saw a slight shiver pass through Rey. He stepped back and extended his hand to her. "Shall we?"
She took his hand, and they began walking down the block a little bit. He led them to his Porsche, opened the passenger side door for her, and once they were settled he drove off.
The date turned out to be a lot of fun. Phillip had taken her to a nice, quiet restaurant where they were able to talk and get to know each other. He made her laugh several times, which was the most musical sound that had graced his ears. In his opinion, they were really hitting it off, and soon their dinner arrived. Rey was eating with a voracious appetite, which somehow turned Phillip on even more. This was someone who wasn't afraid of eating in front of a guy, and that was not something he could say for any of his other companions.
As they finished up dessert, he gave her a mischievous smile.
"So...wanna get out of here? Come back to my place for a nightcap?" he suggested, walking his fingers across the table to grab her hand, which had been laying near her fork.
She allowed him to take her hand, but instead of answering right away, lifted her wine glass with her other hand, swirled the glass around, and as she took a sip, winked at him. He knew she was being a tease again, and he fucking loved it. He quickly paid the check, and they headed back to the car.
She was really being a tease. Once they started driving, her left hand landed on his knee and started wandering up and down his thigh. He couldn't think straight, it would be a miracle if they got to his place in one piece. Every once in awhile she would squeeze his thigh slightly, and he would swerve the car.
"You have to wait, sweetheart, we're almost there," he panted.
He was half-hard as it is, and he had a feeling she knew it. She giggled at his desperate request for patience, but acquiesced. She smiled at him again and then turned to look out the window.
Not soon enough, they were at his apartment building. They both rushed out of the car, making a beeline for the elevator, Phillip practically dragging Rey along by the hand. When they got in the elevator, he wasted no time pushing her against the back wall, holding her waist with one hand and snaking the other to cradle her head as he smashed his lips to hers. The kiss was heated, passionate, and Rey gave as good as she got. Their tongues battled, swirling around, neither one being soft or sweet. Phillip's hand started to creep up from its spot at her hip, and had just reached the edge of her crop top when the ding of the elevator indicated they had arrived on his floor.
They stepped out of the elevator, lips swollen and had gotten one step down the hall when Phillip lifted Rey over his shoulder, her head landing around the middle of his back. She squeaked when he picked her up, and then took that opportunity to grab his butt. He barked out a laugh, and twisted his head to look behind him. "Eager, are we?" he joked. He kept walking, despite her protests.
Once they got into his apartment he set her down, but didn't give her a chance to orient herself before his mouth was back on hers. Their kiss was a perfect blend of give and take; he would take control, and then she would take it back, biting his lower lip in an act of dominance. He walked her backwards through the apartment, ignoring their surroundings until he had her in his bedroom. If he were being honest with himself, he had been dreaming of getting Rey here since the second he laid eyes on her in the bakery a week ago.
They broke apart, sizing each other up and undressing the other with their eyes. Rey stepped up to him, so close her breasts were touching his chest, and he groaned. She palmed him over his jeans, squeezing slightly, which caused Phillip to tip his head back and roll his eyes back into his head.
"You're so hard already," she marveled, switching from palming him to running one finger up and down his length over his jeans. "And big. What are you hiding under here?"
She looked up and gave him a devilish grin. He couldn't respond, he had to kiss her again.
As their tongues danced in a fiery tango, his hand covered her breast swiped his thumb across her peak, causing it to pebble through her shirt. At the same time, her hands came up to undo his pants, unzipping his fly with a tantalizing slowness. Then, in one swift move, she broke apart from his kiss, yanked his pants down, and fell to her knees.
With a deft hand, she released his cock from his briefs, and Phillip stared down at her in wonder. Who was this girl, and how was she so perfect? She kissed the very tip of his cock, then looked up at him to see his adoring face. She licked him then, from base to tip, and took him in her mouth. He hissed, believing that he was in Nirvana with the feel of her pretty little mouth on his cock. She bobbed up and down, every once in awhile swirling her tongue around the tip. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't dreamt of this exact scenario after seeing her stick her tongue out in concentration that first day at The Sweet Spot.
And she really was hitting his sweet spot. His mind was lost to ecstasy as she continued to take him, her hand now pumping in rhythm with her mouth to cover where her mouth couldn't reach.
"That's it baby. Oh my god it feels so good. Don't stop, oh your pretty little mouth feels so good on my cock," Phillip babbled as Rey continued her attentions.
She lightly dragged her teeth along his length, the pleasure-pain taking Phillip closer to the edge. She hummed as she bobbed up and down, and Phillip knew he would do anything in order to endure this sweet torture over and over again.
"I'm close baby…" he managed to choke out.
Then, the unexpected.
Rey released his cock with a loud smacking sound, looked up at him, and smirked. She stood up, daintily wiping her mouth with her finger to clean up the mess. Then she straightened her crop top and started backing away.
"What…what're you doing?" he asked, brain still fuzzy and unfocused from the best blowjob he'd ever received.
"I don't mess around with fuckboys, so you don't get to come. See you around, Phillip."
Rey winked and walked out the bedroom door. Phillip stood there, his cock hard and weeping, while he heard the door open and shut from Rey's exit.
Fuck. She blue-balled him.
Fuck. He had it bad for her.