There are few things as sensual as watching a woman you like eating. The way her lips move while she’s chewing says a lot about how they’ll move when she’s giving blowjobs. Or kissing. That’s my own personal theory anyway. Most women I go out with give good blowjobs. And I’m rarely interested enough in them to take them to dinner first.
And with Alice, it’s the kissing I’m actually more interested in. Not sure where that’s coming from, but there it is. We’re at dessert and I wish we had at least ten more courses to go. Another thing that’s only ever happened with Alice.
“I take it the chocolate cake was a good choice then?” I ask and she just smiles with her beautiful, expressive lips pressed together, rolling her eyes in pleasure.
“I knew I should’ve gone for that instead of this tapioca thing,” I say, pushing my own barely-touched dessert away from myself. “But I’m trying to watch my carbs.”
She rolls her eyes again and pushes the plate with her cake towards me. “Have some of this. Guaranteed you’ll forget all about watching carbs. I did.”
She stabs off a piece of the cake with her fork and holds it out for me to eat. And I swear the gesture might actually be better than getting a blowjob. In some ways.
I lean over and eat the piece of cake she’s offering. She’s not wrong. The cake is divine.
But as soon as the cake is in my mouth she snatches the fork back and looks confused and scared all of a sudden. She glances at her empty wine glass and the nearly empty bottle of Muscato I ordered to go with the dessert. I detest sweet wines so she drank most of it.
“If you don’t stop me, I’m gonna finish the rest of your cake,” I say, using the spoon from my tapioca to eat another bite.
I’m just trying to get back to that carefree, we’re just having a fun dinner vibe we were rocking a few moments ago, but the shadow on her face tells me there is no going back.
“Yeah, you can have it,” she says then chugs her whole glass of sparkling water.
“Then we can leave and go back to South Cave,” she adds in a raspy voice once she’s done with that.
The cake suddenly doesn’t taste very good at all.
“Why? I thought we were just beginning to have some fun,” I say going for that happy yet surprised voice, but I mostly just sound very disappointed.
“Because while this afternoon was fun and this dinner was excellent, fun isn’t what we’re here for,” she says sternly.
“Yeah, I know. We’re here to catch a really bad guy doing the nasty with little girls,” I say. “And that’s all the more reason to have fun while we can.”
I didn’t mean to sound as harsh as I did, and now I have to watch her pretty face cycle through a bunch of painful emotions. I wish I could just reverse time and go back to wondering how good a kisser she is.
“Fun? You want to have fun?” she snaps. “How can you say that when you know those girls are suffering… if nothing else.”
I do like the fiery emotion in her voice when she speaks about this. I like it very much. Just too bad that it’s such a sad and painful topic.
“That’s what your problem is,” I say. “You never just relax. It’s the same with all you Rogue Angels. You just never let loose.”
“Oh, so you’re analyzing me now,” she huffs. “Great. But I don’t actually need advice from a guy who parties all the time and thinks about nothing other than having fun. What do you know about suffering, huh? Nothing at all. You’ve lived a very privileged life. A life with no rules. No obligations. And certainly no suffering.”
“Who’s analyzing who now?” I snap. “And just so you know, between my tyrannical father, strung-out mother, and three bully older brothers, it hasn’t all been a bed of roses for me either. And yeah, maybe that’s a selfish way of looking at things. I’ve been selfish all my life. But here I am, helping you put to rest your worst nightmare, and I don’t think a night out dancing and fun is too much to ask for in return.”
Damn, I almost told her how much I like her. And I almost told her all about how I betrayed my family. And maybe I should’ve because what I did say didn’t make me look any better in her eyes if that stony expression in them is anything to go by.
She leans back and takes another sip of her wine, a long one.
Then she looks at me again, a slight smile on her lips. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am too uptight. I could have some fun once in a while.”
Talk about getting whiplash. No matter how many women I speak to, take out of dates or fuck, I’ll never understand how their minds work. Never.
But she’s saying exactly what I wanted to hear so I’m not gonna waste any time pondering that shit right now. I just grinwide, get the check, then let her lean on me as we walk back out of the restaurant.
The night is mild, cool even. But it’s gonna get a whole lot hotter before it’s over, if I have anything to say about it. And I’m pretty sure I’m about to find out what kind of kisser Alice is. Though I already know she’s a phenomenal one just from watching her lips move while she eats.
13
Alice
