Repost: God damn it! I swear I need an editor! After I read this thing for 1,000 times, it says what I want it to say...not what it should. Hopefully now it's typo free.

First Date

Dave was relatively quiet during the drive to the restaurant, mainly because he knew if he opened his mouth, he would sound like a complete idiot. He tried his best to concentrate on the road ahead of him, but it was something about her knee…that innocent amount of flesh that was turned toward him. Granted he had seen her in less clothes than that earlier when she was working, but the way she sat in the passenger's seat with her, smooth, clean-shaven, no pantyhose on to block his view, legs crossed that kept diverting his attention. That and she smelled like baby lotion; it was a soft scent and very feminine. He was use to women that drowned themselves in Obsession, Liz Claiborne, or any other popular perfume at the time. But Britain was different; she went for the simple smells, the ones that he found he liked the best.

Britain tried her best to control her impulse to straddle Dave as he drove. It was something about the black leather interior of the truck, his big hand gripping the steering wheel, Cinderella pumping through the stereo and Dave…with those few buttons undone exposing his chest, the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, the rhythm that his thick fingers made as he drummed the beat of the song against his thigh, his way hair styled to perfection, those Dolce sunglasses and the scent of Polo making her wonder if his sheets smelled like that. Dave didn't know it, but he was about to become the victim of a sexual assault. Everything about this man screamed jump me and if he wasn't careful, she would do just that. She noticed how every now and then his head would turn and his eyes would sweep across her leg, so she decided to cross them toward him to give him a better view.

Britain wasn't what one would call a loose woman, be she sure as hell wasn't very picky either. She was selective in the kinds of guys she would go out with, but that's about it. Unless the guy had managed to really piss her off, she couldn't remember a date in recent history where her date didn't go home really happy. Not that she minded either; she could usually tell what most guys were about when they spoke to her. She was about the same thing, but there was still a part of her that was hoping for something more. What more, she didn't know. Love didn't really exist; she had enough crappy relationships to know that for a fact.

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The restaurant was dimly lit, there was soft music playing in the background and a minimal crowd creating the optimal conditions for conversation. After their drinks were served, they sat waiting for their order; this was the time to get to know her. He paid particular attention to the long strokes her lashes made when she blinked. "Britain…that's an interesting name."

"Yeah. My parents were hippies but they won't admit it." She flashed a smile and tilted her head slightly. You're not going to fuck him, so stop flirting. "They decided to name me after where I was conceived."

"What's your last name?" He couldn't remember catching the first names of women he had slept with recently, much less asking then their last names.

"Weis."

"Vice as in a bad habit?" I wonder what kind of vices she has. He found himself smiling at the prospect.

"No Weis, with a W although it's pronounced with a V. It's German."

"You don't look German." His voice was low as he leaned in closer to the table to look at her. Nothing about her said German…sexy, but not German. Her features were too ethnic to be just German. Her cheek bones screamed Native American, the fullness of her lips and her hips said African American or Latin…she was so much more than German.

"I don't look a lot of things." She sat back in her chair and studied his face. He was absolutely beautiful. His complexion looked like he'd grown up in the Mediterranean, but his eyes were small and slightly slanted in the corners giving them an Asian appearance. He had beautifully smooth skin, especially for a man. And that little goatee beard thing was just fucking hot. I wonder what that would feel like on my… "My brother and I are what you'd call mulato. It's a horrible word, it means mule, but it's the only one that fits." She looked up and noticed that he was actually looking at her face. His eyes weren't on her chest. Maybe I should've worn a different dress. "My dad's from Munich. He taught me and my brother German. He has the thickest accent and speaks in this broken English; sometimes I take pity on him and just speak German with him." She laughed thinking about her father. Her father had proved to her that he was the only man she could ever depend on. "My mom's American. But my grandma is from Mexico and my granddad is black. My mom taught us Spanish."

Dave found her family history intriguing. She had more in common with him than he thought. "My dad was Filipino and my mom's Greek. They're both first generation American's. When I was little, I use to speak Tagalog with my grandfather…he was a cab driver and didn't speak that much English. I use to ride along with him sometimes and tell him what the passengers were talking about. But after he died, I forgot it. My dad refused to speak it and my mom never spoke Greek…well not to me anyway." Though Dave's family wasn't as into their heritage as Britain's, he still felt like there was a connection with her being from a mixed heritage. "So you're fluent in both languages?" He watched as she nodded. "How do you say, you have beautiful eyes in German?"

Without hesitation she responded. "Du hast schöne Augen." She laughed at the face he made. Truthfully she could have said I'm not wearing any underwear and he wouldn't have known. "It's not exactly a romance language. It sounds better in Spanish. Tienes ojos hermosos."

He found himself captivated at that very moment. Just hearing that little giggle she made and those sexy words coming out of her mouth made him hard. He wondered what her voice would sound like if she spoke Spanish to him, while he was on top of her. I wonder if she's giggler or a screamer. "You do you know…have beautiful eyes." He loved that giggle and the way she blushed even more.

Stop it. You're not sleeping with him; I don't care how sexy he is. "Thanks. So do you." She could feel those warm brown eyes looking at her, making her sweat. They were such a tranquil shade. She could easily look into them and see everything about him that she needed to know. "So… you're on vacation? Where's home?"

"Tampa, but I'm originally from DC."

"Get out. I'm from Baltimore, but I live in Miami." Small world, they only lived 5 hours away from each other. That's assuming that she would want see him again after she slept with him. You're NOT sleeping with him!

"I live there with my daughters." He had noticed that his kids had been the turn off point for most women that were looking for more than just a quick roll in the hay with him. His children were the reason that his last two relationships failed. His daughter's didn't like them and that was what he used as his measuring stick. After his second wife, he decided that if his girls didn't like who he was dating, he wasn't dating them anymore.

Britain liked the idea of a family man. At least if he had daughters he would have a clue as how to treat a woman, which is more than she could say for most guys. "How many children do you have?"

"Three." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He found a small picture and handed it to Britain. "This is Chase, she's 17. She's so smart; she's looking at colleges right now. The one in the middle is my 13 year old, Madison. All she can think about now are boys and the telephone. And the tall one on the end is my baby girl…Allin; she's 11. She's an athlete."

"Allin? That's different."

He nodded. "My ex-wife's father died a few months before she was born. She's named after him." Dave spoke with pride and a hint of a giggle of his own when he talked about his children. Anyone listening could tell he was a proud father.

"I love kids. I want a bunch of them, but not for a few years." Britain studied the picture and smiled. Those girls looked happy, all posing around him, flexing their muscles with him. They looked at him like she looked at her father, like there was no other man in the world greater. "They're beautiful." She flipped the picture over and read the back. "Daddy, thanks for the trip. Disney 2001 – Love Your Princess. Princess?"

Dave's smile grew wider, if that were possible. "Chase…she's the princess."

Britain looked confused. Granted she didn't have a sister to compete with her father's affections, but should all his girls be special? "Why aren't they all princesses?"

"Because this one is a pumpkin and this one is a peanut." He laughed as he pointed to each of his girls revealing their pet names.

Britain pointed at Chase in the photo. "Does she look like her mom?" She could definitely see how much the other two girls resembled him; both with his tan skin, dark hair and dark eyes, but Chase looked completely different. She was paler than the other two and was blonde with blue eyes.

Dave shook his head. Chase didn't look anything like Emily except for the dimples and the shape of her face. "No. She has a different father. I adopted her when I married her mother."

Awww, I could eat you up. Damn him for being sweet. She had promised that she would not sleep with him, but she had a soft spot for a sensitive man. Shit! "So what were like 12 when you adopted her?"

"21."

"You're 36?" She tried not to show her surprise. 36 wasn't old and he did have the body of 18 year old and older men were usually much more knowledgeable about the finer things in life…like how to give a great orgasm. "So when you were 21, I was 10." She laughed at the irony. "Why is it when you think of someone being so much older when you're a kid it's disgusting, but at 25, 36 isn't that old?"

25? She's too young, Dave. I would kill someone my age trying to pick up Chase. "You're a baby." But even if she was young, he was only in town for 10 days. He wanted make the most out of this vacation. He never had to see her again, even if she was interesting and not stuck on herself. Besides, younger women were an ego boost, even to the world's sexiest man. Younger women made him feel younger; they were more excitable and easier to please. It was an older man's duty to completely turn out a much younger woman. If she puts that cherry in her mouth, I swear I'm gonna jump across this table.

She carefully lifted the cherry out of her glass and gently placed it in her mouth and with grace, she removed the stem. She knew she had him, by the way he staring at her. You're still not fucking him. "I'm not a baby." She said softly looking him in the eye. Without thinking she tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and dragged it out slowly so that only one small part of her lip remained captured. It was slow, it was seductive and it was totally unintentional.

Oh my God. "Don't do that." He whispered as he watched that plump lip disappear between her teeth.

"What?" Her smile got bigger as her voice got softer. Damn it, stop flirting! But he started it; if he didn't whisper she wouldn't have goose bumps and be wondering what it would feel like to hear him whisper in her ear…to have his breath on her neck. He wasn't playing fair. No sex, no sex, no sex. Britain had always lacked willpower, especially when it came to an attractive man.

Dave licked his lips as his smile increased. She has no idea… "That thing with your lip."

Stop smiling. "Why?"

"Because I like it way too much."

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Dave held Britain's much smaller hand in his as they walked through the hotel. Her hands were soft and incredibly warm. He still couldn't help but to watch her calves move as she walked toward the elevator. The heel on those sandals gave her some height. She was at least 5'10" with those shoes on. He wondered if her long legs could wrap completely around his waist. But she has to leave those shoes on. As they got in the elevator, he couldn't say anything because everything he wanted to say was completely inappropriate. He was sure that he could get invited into her room, but what would happen then? He would bang her and then be bored for 9 more days. If nothing else, she was great to talk to. Maybe if he played it smooth, he'd get to know her a little more then he'd sleep with her.

This was the part of the date that Britain always dreaded…the goodnight kiss. Half of the time she didn't even really like the guy, but she always felt obligated to kiss them. She hated not knowing who should make the first move. She wasn't an aggressive woman, honest, but not aggressive; men usually swooned over her. It was very rare that she would do anything to initiate a date, a kiss, or sex with a man she didn't know. She wondered how long it would take for him to try to kiss her. No tongue, because the next thing you know, you're gonna be naked.

"I had a really good time tonight." Dave was standing in front of her, close enough to really see the pale bluish-grey color in her eyes. God she's beautiful.

"Me too." The anticipation was excruciating. If he was going to kiss her, he should do it. Otherwise she would go to sleep really pissed off.

Dave lowered his head to look at his hands, then let his eyes drift up to hers. "Would you like to get breakfast with me tomorrow?" His voice was becoming softer and softer. Pretty soon he would just be moving his lips. He didn't mean to whisper, but being that close to her was stealing his voice away. He couldn't help but to notice how she licked her lips softly, leaving them glistening. All he wanted to do suck that bottom lip in his mouth and never give it back to her.

Britain nodded. She didn't really eat breakfast, but what the hell. At least she would get to see him again. She was disappointed when he said goodnight and cocked his head as he smiled before turning around. "Dave?" The look on his face when he turned around made her swallow hard. "You're not gonna kiss me?" Her voice bordered on sadness and questioning, with a definite hint of need mixed in. She wanted him to kiss her, but she couldn't do it first. Britain Weis didn't make the first move…ever.

Dave looked at her lips, then up to her eyes. He moved in closer to her and very softly he brushed his hand on the side of her face. He leaned in and could smell her breath…she must have popped an Altoid when he wasn't looking because it smelled extremely minty. He licked his lips slowly only to wet them for her and then with delicacy, he let his touch hers. The small whine she made when their lips met made him bring his other arm around her waist and pull her close to him. Her hand resting on his large chest and the other gently rubbing the back of his neck made him ache in his crotch. If he were any harder at that moment, he would have been able to cut glass. He knew she could feel it…people without hands could feel it. And then he felt her tongue…

Oh my God he has his tongue pierced. How did I not notice that? Please…I can go back to being celibate tomorrow? …NO! She knew it was the smart choice but the rest of her body didn't care. He was hard against her stomach and she really wanted to feel more of it…all over her.

"You really should go in your room." He whispered to her with his forehead pressed up against hers. He couldn't open his eyes; if he looked at her that would have been all she wrote. He could feel her breath on his lips when she asked why. "Because I'm about to do something that we're both gonna regret."

"I don't have a lot of regrets." She whispered before kissing him again. Are you crazy? NO SEX. She pulled back from his lips slowly and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. "Goodnight."

Dave nodded and blew out a steady stream of air. This woman, who he'd known for all of 4 hours, was incredible and all he did was kiss her. "I'll see you tomorrow." If their next date was anything like the first, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. As he backed away from her slowly, he took in her smile. She has the most beautiful smile. "Goodnight."

He walked quickly to his rental praying that there wouldn't be many red lights on the way to his hotel. He needed to get back to his room and take a cold shower, ASAP.

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A/N: Wow, thanks for all the feedback on the first chapter. I hope you'll continue to enjoy this story...it's fun. I have to say a few things first...I have posted the banner for this story on myspace (click on my profile and homepage to get to it, the click on pictures and it's the last one) I did it myself, it's very simple, I'm not as good as Rae's...but you get the point.

Also, while in the middle of working on the first chapter for Age Is Just a Number, I had a chat with Loosingmymind2 and she threw out some wonderful ideas to me, and I created this whole scene...anyway, I'm thinking about scrapping that story and combining it with a third installment of this series that will have all the characters back in it. The Maddy/Randy angle will still be there and I'll just combine their story with Alli and Jeff/Chase. I'm working on it...let me know what you think.

Anyway, I've updated 3 stories today and I'm working on 2 more...I'm busy...I'm out! I love you guys!

xoxoxo

Shanny