Your place (IE/WF)
From Create Your Own Story
"No there isn't." You say with a pout. "This is the only cafe anywhere nearby."
"Oh. A rain-check then?" Sid asks, but it's obvious he is also disappointed.
"I would hate to have wasted your time. We are really close to my house, so why don't you just come there and I'll make us some coffee there?" You cannot quite meet Sid's eye, knowing what you do about his sexual prowess and that you are inviting him into your home.
Sid smiles broadly at your offer. "I would love to." You think you see a twinkle in his eyes, but you expect you are imagining it.
It doesn't take long for you both to arrive at your house. You weren't lying about it being close. You let Sid in and take his coat.
"This is a wonderful home you have here, Emma." You feel butterflies as he speaks your name and looks into your eyes. You show him to the lounge room and he takes a seat.
"Thank you, Sid. I don't get to entertain often these days, so forgive me if my skills are a bit rusty." You smile at him. "Now, to business. How do you take your coffee?"
"Black. With a bit of white on the side." You detect subtext to his words, but his face is entirely genuine.
"OK. I'll get right on it." You subconsciously brush a lock of her away from your face and behind your ear.
A few minutes later, you return with two coffees. You place one in front of Sid and then take a seat opposite him.
Sid takes a sip. "Mmm. Thank you. It's perfect. Out of interest, how do you take your coffee? I firmly believe you can tell a lot about someone from how they take theirs."
"Long and black."
There's an awkward pause. You flush when you realise what you said. There's nothing you can say that will make things better, so you just take a sip of your black coffee. You notice Sid watching you with interest. You meet his gaze for a moment before he looks away. When he does, you take a peek at his crotch. You can't help it. What you see there thrills you and terrifies you in equal measure. An enormous bulge is obvious down his left leg. Your eyes are locked on it for long seconds. The bulge throbs and the spell is broken. You look up to find Sid watching you with amusement. You've been caught. You give out a strangled groan.
"I take it you've familiarised yourself with my work?"
You nod mutely.
"Did you like it?"
You nod again.
Did you prefer my early work, or my later catalogue?
