Isaiah

Olivia answered the door. "Isaiah!" she shouted. "Oh my god, Isaiah. Wow, it's nice to see you!" She ushered in a very tall Black man dressed in a neat gray suit, a cream shirt, and a brown and gold tie. "Welcome to my house!" She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

Isaiah stood nearly 6'8". He had gotten more muscular since college, and had played volleyball for Team USA at the last two Olympic Games. Olivia sized him up and shook her head. "You are more attractive than I remember, Isaiah. You took my breath away!"

Isaiah laughed. "Wow, Liv -- that's um ... wow. It's great to see you too." He took in her visage as well. The tight white dress had a plunging neckline, and the rise of her breasts pushed against the material of the dress.

Olivia glanced at Isaiah, her eyes suggesting that she knew something he didn't, which was true. He has no idea the kind of life I live now. She laughed. He must be overwhelmed.

"Please come inside, Isaiah. Welcome to my house."

Isaiah stepped into the front room and took in the sights. "Beautiful house. You live here ... by yourself? With a ... partner? A family?"

Olivia laughed. "Sort of a family, I guess. There's six of us women who live here. It's kind of like a sorority, but fortunately doesn't have all the teenage drama and stupid school rules."

Isaiah nodded. "Well, it's an amazing house. I never would have expected it to look like this from the outside. This is huge."

Olivia agreed. "I'll have to give you a tour later. And I'll be eating you out, um, outside ... I mean, we'll be eating. Outside. On the deck." She blushed. Oh my god, what did I just say?

Isaiah swallowed. Between her calling him attractive and then misspeaking just now about eating -- not to mention the dress Olivia had on -- his mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts.

In an effort to start fresh, she grabbed his hand and moved toward the kitchen. So much for starting fresh, just touching his hand is making my heart rate double. "Let's get you a drink, right?" The doorbell rang. "Oh, hang on. Let me get that."