When the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing, I took her upstairs, to the room Marlene had booked for us.
"Damn, Kenny's a lucky guy. Marlene knows how to treat," she said, kicking off her shoes as we entered the suite.
"I might have told them you were bummed about missing out on Vermont," I said, taking her into my arms from behind.
"I was," she said, leaning back into my embrace.
We fooled around as we explored the place. When we found the jacuzzi, I wasted no time getting her out of her dress and pulling my own clothes and shoes off. I grabbed the bottle of complimentary Scotch and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled all the way back outside until I set her down.
Once we got into the water, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her like the gentleman I wasn't. Three dates, my ass. Even if I had gone about this the right way, I would have been inside her after the very first date.
