The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(164)
Going back to the main screen of the website, she decides to pursue the profile entries of the newest members on the website.
The first one she opens immediately catches her eye. It is for a man of thirty four years, and is a recently discharged Special Forces operator. “I have had three general combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, along with countless special forces missions around the world. Three time purple heart medal recipient.”
She finds him very intriguing, and only a little disconcerted by the eleven year age difference between the two of them. He is a very handsome man, with piercing blue eyes, and dark brown hair, almost black. His profile picture shows him smiling slightly, wearing his fatigues, and his arm around an older, short woman, presumably his mother.
Kimberly stares at his photograph for several long minutes before she finally decides to send him a message. She takes another swig from her glass of chardonnay, before searching the site for the man’s name: Robert Steele. “Even his name is sexy…” Kimberly thinks to herself, feeling a slight quiver in the center of her womanhood, contained only by the silken fabric of her underwear.
Finally, after drooling over the five or six pictures in his profile, she sees that he is a new user on the website, only creating his profile that day. Realizing that if she did not snatch him up quickly another woman surely would, she begins to compose her message to him.
“Robert,” she types, “My name is Kimberly Brown, and I am a middle-school teacher near Green Bay, Wisconsin. I would really like to start talking to you…”
Chapter 4
The First Date
Rob can hardly believe how quickly that a woman had answered to his posting. He had finished creating his profile, and literally less than five minutes had gone by when he received a message from a pretty young woman from right there in Green Bay! Or, Ruskerville anyway, which was less than two miles outside the Green Bay city limits.
Before he responds to Kim’s message, he decides to visit her profile page first. Her profile picture clearly shows that she is a young, sexy beauty with large bosoms to accompany her curvaceous figure. Wearing a professional pant suit of green perfectly complements her eyes, which are also a bright green. The black rimmed glasses that she wore for the picture only serve to increase his lust for her.
“Now that is a real woman,” he says, admiring her figure. After seeing that Kim enjoys boat riding and fishing, he decides to contact her.
“Hello Kim,” he types. “First of all, I want to thank you for contacting me. I am new to this online dating thing, and it made me really pleased to know that I am attracting at least some interest. After looking over your profile, I can see that you live just outside of Green Bay, in Ruskerville. I live in Green Bay, and I am freshly home from deployment in Afghanistan. I am really just looking for a strong woman who can help me to work through the bad memories of war. If it is agreeable to you, I see that you enjoy fishing, boating, and the outdoors. Would you like to go fishing one day? My brother owns a boat that we can borrow, and I can take you out on the lake. Would that be okay? I hope this message finds you well, hoping to hear from you soon, Robert Steele.”
Rob reads over his message before sending it, wondering if he was over sharing. Oh, f*ck it, he thinks to himself. The worst she can do is say no…and that happened all the time in high school…you can deal with it, Robbie, he says to himself. If you can’t take the occasional shot in the dark and get rejected, then you have no business being on a dating website.
Finally, Rob clicks the small, square “send” button on the bottom right of the message viewer, and he sits back to wait. He does not wait for very long before Kimberly responds.
“That would be great! :-) When do you want to go?
“Oh, I don’t know. Whenever you would like to. I am free most of the time, because I just got home about a week ago, and to be honest, I haven’t even started looking for a job yet.”
“I completely understand,” Kimberly typed back. “Well, I am a school teacher, so the weeks don’t usually work well for me, so if you wanted to go on a Saturday, that would probably be the best day for me.
“Okay, Saturday it is, then. Where do you want to meet?”
“Well, I usually go to the Starbucks on Rustons Road on Saturdays, so if you want, we can meet there.”
“That’s fine. What time?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Kimberly answers, “maybe about 9:30?”
“9:30 works great for me.”
“Great! I’ll see you then!”
“See you then,” he answers, closing up the chat portal open on the screen, blocking the website.
Thus, Robert has set up his first date since high-school.
Two days later, he goes to his brother’s house, and borrows his brother’s ? ton Chevrolet pickup, and the nineteen foot fishing boat that he was going to use on his date with Kimberly.
At exactly 9:25 a.m., he pulls up in front of the Starbucks on Rustons Road, and gets out of the vehicle. Walking around the front of the Chevrolet, he enters the Starbucks and orders a Grande Mocha Frappacino.
“Nice order,” comes a sultry female voice from behind him. Turning around to see who the speaker is, Rob immediately exclaims,
“Kimberly! It’s good to meet you!” God, she’s taller than I expected! he says to himself.
“Yeah, it’s great!” she answers. Shit! He’s even better looking in person! she thinks to herself.