Free Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 by Anita Cox

nicotine just do wonders together.   I began to relax a little.
    “So do you think we will keep our partners or do you think she’ll switch it up a bit?” he asked.
    “Who knows?   I had no idea what was going to happen today.”   I looked at David.   He seemed nonthreatening enough.   After all, he was in the same situation I was in.   Obviously he was no predator.
    “Where are we walking?” he asked.
    “I figured we’d go hang out at my place where the coffee isn’t as good, but a fraction of the price.   I can smoke there all I want and we can be inside.   It looks like it’s going to rain.”
    “My car is actually one block away.   How far do you live?”   He had a shy smile.   Only half of his mouth turned upward.
    “I was actually walking to the train, but if you have a car, I’ll just give you directions if that’s okay.” Getting in a car with a stranger.   My mother would have a heart attack.
    He nodded and led me to his car.   It was nicer to take a car than sit in a train, which stunk like gyros and body odor.
    The car ride was pleasant.   His car was a bit dusty, but there wasn’t any garbage lying around.   The backseat was full of plans, tools and a hard hat.  
    “Thank you, by the way.”  
    “Turn right at the next street and park anywhere two blocks up.”   I directed.   “What are you thanking me for?”
    He didn’t answer at first.   He searched carefully for a spot then concentrated while he parked.   “Thank you for being so nice.   For not getting upset when I couldn’t contain myself in therapy and for agreeing to talk to me.   This has been so hard for me to accept.   Guys don’t want to admit to sexual failure.   We’re supposed to demean women and go through them like tic tacs.”
    “Just to be clear, you’re not a serial killer or anything?”
    He lost color in his face again.   This guy was too easy. “What?”
    “Just kidding.   I’m over here,” I said as I entered the security code for my building.  
    We didn’t talk again as we walked up the stairs to my apartment.  
    “Isn’t there an elevator?” he asked.
    “Yeah, but I am too impatient.   It takes forever to come to the ground floor.   It’s only six stories up.   Come on.”
    When I opened the door to my apartment, I saw the look of astonishment on David’s face.   I don’t think he expected the two thousand square foot apartment I bought myself after my divorce.   I made good money, why not have room to grow?
    “Nice place!”
    “I have an ionizer, so the smoke shouldn’t bother you.   But looking at the time, it’s nearly nine o’clock.   Would you like something other than coffee?”   I threw my keys on the table and headed into the kitchen.
    “I’ll have whatever you’re having, unless it’s diet.   I don’t like diet stuff.”   He straddled one of my bar stools at my center island.   Damn he was hot.   I have a hot guy in my apartment.   I began worrying about my new toys.   Did I leave them laying around?
    “Have you ever had an espresso martini?”   I started gathering glasses out of my cupboard.
    “No, but I like strong coffee.   Coffee and alcohol can’t be a bad combination.”   He smiled.   He had a sexy smile.
    I shook my head.   Damn he’s sexy .
    I brewed the espresso and started mixing the martinis.   “My martini is pretty bad ass, but I have to tell you, I go to this bar and I’d kill to know what the bartender there does.   They just taste so much better than mine.”
    He was watching me move.   I could feel his eyes burning into my skin.   What did I do?   I didn’t know this man and now here I was helpless in my home with him behind locked doors.
    “Does he float whole coffee beans in the drink?” he asked.
    I thought about it for a minute.   “Yeah, I always thought that was a waste of beans.”  
    David shrugged.   “Coffee beans have natural oils.   Maybe the oil from the bean gets into the