He nods.“That sounds good.Do you want salad?”
I scrunch up my nose.“Not really.I’m looking forward to a meat coma and don’t want to wreck it with lettuce.”
That makes him laugh.
“God forbid you eat a vegetable.I’m getting the Caesar salad and the ribeye.”
“For your information, I’m getting the fresh asparagus,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
“And the three cheese au gratin potatoes, right?”
“Shut up,” I say as our server returns with our drinks and a basket of bread and butter.
We place our orders and start in on the bread basket.This is nice.It feels normal.Maybe we need to keep eating all the time to keep things from getting awkward.If that’s the plan, I’ll have to eat a lot more veggies and a lot less potatoes.That’s disappointing.I’d much rather substitute making out for pigging out.
The meatball arrives, and we dig in.We groan in unison as we taste the meat and cheese yumminess.Ollie’s groan, deep and even yummier than the cheese, makes my panties even damper.If Ollie and I had eye contact during our mutual groan, I think I would’ve had an orgasm on the spot.Thank goodness he asked for a booth.Being on display for the entire dining room would have been too much.
As we settle in to eat, I can’t help but enjoy everything to the fullest…and torture Ollie a little bit.I play with the straw and smack my lips, bringing attention to my mouth.And when he finishes his Guinness and orders a Coke, I’m a little disappointed.Maybe drunk Ollie would finally make a pass at me.
“How’s your filet?”Ollie asks as he cuts into his ribeye.
Once I finish chewing, I answer.“Delectable.Incredible.Indispensable.”That makes me giggle.
“Hey, can I have a sip of your drink?”Ollie asks me out of nowhere.“It looks good.”
“Sure, but don’t drink it all,” I say, wagging my finger at him.“It’s yummy.”
Ollie grabs my glass and takes a sip.By the way his eyes widen, I can tell he likes it too.
“Scrumdillyicous, isn’t it?”I look around for our server so I can ask for another one.
“Hmm…” is all he says.I don’t think he likes lemonade as much as I do.“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.I’ll ask for another lemonade for you if I see our server.”
Before I have a chance to thank him, he’s sliding out of the booth.I turn my head so I can watch him stride through the dining room.I’m not the only one watching him.Step off, beyotches, he’s mine.I got the ring and everything to prove it.He intercepts our server and has a brief conversation with him, then he comes back to the table.
“You didn’t go to the restroom,” I say.
He shrugs.“Once I stood up, everything redistributed, and I didn’t have to go anymore.But I spoke to our server.They’re out of the berry lemonade, but I ordered us coffees, okay?And water.”
“Oh, bummer.I really, really like the lemonade.”I’m not bottom-lip-out pouting, but that’s because I’m trying to be sexy, not petulant.
Ollie chuckles, and warmth spreads through me.I love when he does that.
“I know you do, sweetheart.But no more tonight.”
He called me sweetheart.That means he cares, right?We continue eating and chat about the playoffs and the team he’s going to face.I try to pay attention, but I start getting sleepy.The coffee must be decaf.We ask for dessert to go so our tummies have enough room to really enjoy it.I imagine us snuggled on the couch, feeding each other bites of our desserts and kissing leftover frosting or cream off the other’s lips.
My foot must have fallen asleep because I stumble when I rise from the booth.Thankfully, Ollie is right there and puts his arm around me to hold me steady.Maybe I shouldn’t have worn these heels—they suddenly feel a lot higher than they did when I put them on.I’m more wobbly than I usually am.And so tired.I think everything that happened today is catching up with me.Hopefully the fog passes quickly.
We arrive back at the suite, and Ollie keeps a hold of me as he puts the bag holding our treats on the coffee table and then leads me into the bedroom.Yes!Finally.
“Sit down,” he says.“Let’s get these heels off you.”
Ollie kneels in front of me, and I say, “I really like you in that position.”I’m proud of myself for thinking of something sexy like that.
“Well,” he says as he lifts from my left foot and then my right to slip my pumps off.His hand lingers on my calf, and I’m so glad I took time to shave my legs in the shower earlier.“I’ve had a lot of practice lately.”
He gives my calf a light squeeze and then stands.His belt buckle is about level with my face.He helped me with my shoes, I should help him with his belt.That’s the polite thing to do, right?
