Free Her Special Knight by Lisa Fox

Her Special Knight

    Simone twisted in front of her full-length
mirror, checking for the hundredth time that everything was
perfect. Her short, black, pleated skirt twirled as she spun
around, flashing a lot of thigh and just a hint of her ass. Cool
air tickled her exposed skin as she moved and a tingle of
anticipation ignited in her belly. She wasn’t usually so daring in
her choice of attire, but then again, it wasn’t every night a dream
came true. Tonight was different. Special. Tonight she was finally
going to meet him .
    He called himself ‘Alec’ after the devilishly
handsome knight in the popular RPG Simone absolutely adored. He
knew her as Xanthe, the brave, but stoic female warrior. They first
connected through hashtag chats about the game and their
relationship quickly progressed from Twitter to the phone, where
their conversations evolved from the usual ‘getting to know you’
banter to hot and steamy sexting. They suited each other perfectly
and those titillating tête-à-têtes never failed to make her come,
but there was more than just some raunchy simulated sex between
them. They had a real connection. She felt it every time they
spoke. There had been many late nights when Simone she had laid in
her bed, listening to the sound of his deep voice washing over her
as they talked of games and books, chai lattés and music. When a
band they both loved announced they would be holding a
one-night-only concert in a town directly between their homes, it
seemed like fate had offered them a golden opportunity to finally
meet in person.
    Simone took a deep breath and exhaled, trying
to calm her racing heart. This was it. She gave herself one last
look and then gathered her car keys. Would she get to kiss him
tonight? she wondered as she set out on the highway. She wanted to,
she longed to finally be able to feel the softness of his lips,
taste the warmth of his mouth. She hoped it was even better than
she imaged on all those long nights alone in her bed.
    She shook her head, smiling at her own
foolishness. No matter how much she loved the fantasy, she lived in
the real world, and she knew that it could all be lies. Just
because he sent a picture, didn’t mean it was actually him. He
could totally be some kind of weird sex freak. She didn’t think
so—and everything in her prayed for him to be normal—but you really
never knew, which was why they were meeting at a very public
venue.
    She arrived at the theater, found a decent
parking space, gave her ticket to the girl with blue hair at the
entrance, and went inside. Simone strolled through the enormous
general admission space, marveling at the Art Deco design, the
high, vaulted ceilings, the massive, ornate chandeliers while she
surreptitiously searching the crowd for her Alec. No one matching
the picture he sent seemed to be in the concert space. A lead ball
of disappointment gathered in her chest. How could she have been so
stupid? She should have known better. How could she think he would
actually show up? She always did this to herself, always allowed
her fantasies and wishes to fill her heart with hope, and every
time she was let down. Why did she think this time would be any
different? With a heavy heart, she left the ballroom and headed for
the bar.
    Her breath stopped when she stopped him
sitting at a small table in the far corner. He looked exactly like
he did in his photos, blond and tan and muscular and oh, so very
sexy. Giddy excitement mingled with her fluttering nervousness and
she approached his table on wobbly knees.
    “Hi,” she said, standing before him. Her
shoulders wanted to slump, but she forced herself to stand upright.
She was strong, confident. She was the warrior Xanthe, not shy,
awkward Simone, and he belonged to her. She forced a smile on her
face and hoped he didn’t notice her shaking hands. “I’m
Xanthe.”
    He met her gaze and all her nervousness
disappeared as she looked into his stunning blue eyes. He smiled
back and a lick