I beamed with pride. “Yes. This is my boyfriend, Felix.”
She sounded a touch surprised.
“Very nice to meet you, Felix.”
“You, too, ma’am.”
Martha laughed, the sound light and airy. “Ma’am is a bit too formal for a friend of Elijah’s. Just Martha is fine. Well, now that I’m here, I may as well take your orders, if you’re ready.”
“What an honor to be served by the manager herself.” I smiled. “You already know what I like, Martha. Hopefully you haven’t forgotten my usual.”
“Of course not. And for Felix?”
“Um, I’ll have the roasted duck and vegetables, please.”
“An excellent choice. I’ll put those in shortly. Oh, dear. Have we forgotten your drinks?”
I smirked. “Apparently the service here has gone downhill since I’ve been gone. What would you like, Felix, dear?”
He sounded indecisive. “I’m not sure . . .”
“Maybe a white wine?” Martha suggested. “That would pair nicely with your meal.”
“Ah, that’s okay. I think I’ll stick with water for now.”
“Absolutely. I’ll bring those out shortly.”
As Martha’s heels clicked away, I chuckled at Felix. “You’re too polite for your own good.”
“I’ve never been a big drinker, anyway,” Felix said. “Did you know I’ve never had duck before?”
“Really?”
“Nope. It was always too fancy. I guess it tastes sort of like chicken? That’s what I’ve heard.”
I thought about asking if he’d ever gone out to a nice dinner with Larry, but then decided better of it. We didn’t need to taint our evening by speaking about him.
“You’re right about that. It has a bit more of a gamey scent.” I grinned. “Just be prepared for a small bird on your plate. They’re not too generous with the portions here.”
I heard the smile in his voice now and hoped he’d gotten over his embarrassment. “I guess fancy restaurants are all kind of like that, huh?”
Martha arrived soon after with our drinks--an ice water for Felix and a crisp red wine for me. I wasn’t much of a drinker either, but I thought a wine suited the atmosphere of a nice evening out with my boyfriend. When I tipped the drink back, the flavors exploded on my tongue.
“Sure you don’t want a sip?” I offered Felix.
“Mm . . .Maybe just a taste.”
As Felix said that, the weight of the glass shifted like he had leaned over to press his lips to the rim. The image of his beautiful lips parting ever so slightly sent an electric jolt straight down to my cock.
“Can I?” Felix asked.
His fingers trailed softly over mine so that we were both holding the stem of the glass together. The sudden act of intimacy kindled the flame brighter in the pit of my stomach.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep the spark of arousal out of my voice. “Wouldn’t want to cause a spill.”
With his hand over mine, Felix tipped the glass and I heard the tiny sound of him taking a sip. Then he drew back and groaned comically. “Ugh. I hate alcohol.”
“Hah. At least you can say you tried it.”
