Page 29 of Plug and Tame

“Is this a memory of yours?” she asked.

“No. It’s a dream. Is it to your liking?”

“Yes,” she smiled as he pulled out a chair.

Apparently, they could interact with objects in a dream, unlike the memory of the Revolution.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, treading carefully in the tall shoes as she took her place.

The atmosphere was pleasant and romantic. Fresh roses adorned the table, and the candlelight softened Nathaniel’s features and caused his brilliant blue eyes to sparkle. At any other time, Kira would have loved nothing more than to relax and soak in the evening’s ambience with him.

But not tonight.

She struggled to mask her disappointment as Nathaniel passed her the menu. When he’d promised to treat her the way she ‘deserved’, she’d imagined something entirely different. She had been hinting at…something else.

“What’s wrong?” Nathaniel asked, watching her with concern.

“Nothing,” she smiled, pressing her thighs together to try and quell the throbbing ache there. She could hardly focus on the menu, and when the waiter arrived, she chose the first item on it—Spaghetti Bolognese—before realising that was the only thing on the menu, listed repeatedly.

She glanced at Nathaniel. “Not a whole lot of variety.”

He shrugged. “Spaghetti is my favourite. Feel free to order anything you like. It is a dream, after all. You can shape it how you wish.”

Kira handed the menu to the waiter. “Two spaghettis please.”

“And a bottle of wine,” Nathaniel added.

“Certainly,” replied the waiter, retreating.

“A bottle of wine?” Kira asked. “That’s not very specific. You didn’t even specify a red or a white.”

She’d only ever eaten out at the local pub in Nordokk with Byron and Mary, but even the pub had stocked more than one variety.

Nathaniel laughed. “It doesn’t matter. We can change the details of the dream. So, mine will taste of rum. What do you fancy?”

“Maybe an iced tea,” she said distractedly, tugging her red dress down when what she really wanted was for Nathaniel to walk around the table and strip it off her. No sooner had she thought this than she glanced up at Nathaniel, worried he’d read her mind.

His pupils dilated, and the corner of his lips curved, but he didn’t say anything.

Clearing her throat, Kira asked, “Since this is all in our heads, do you think we’ll be able to taste the food?”

“I don’t know, this is new for me, too. I’ve never been on a dream date before.”

“Are you saying I’m your dream date?” she asked modestly, biting her lip.

“Absolutely.”

“Well, anyway, it feels pretty real so far.” She leant back in her chair, the polished wood cool on her skin where her low-cut dress exposed her back. Trying to be subtle, she rubbed her thighs together to alleviate the hot ache pulsing between her legs.

The food arrived, and it was delicious. The tomato sauce was rich, and the pasta soft and buttery. The wine transformed as she poured it, and it tasted like lime and ginger tea.

“How is your drink, pet?”

“Hang on, I’m not finished,” she said.

Shaved ice and a paper umbrella appeared in her glass, followed by a slice of lemon, a wedge of pineapple, a frothy tower of whipped cream, and a dollop of chocolate mousse with wafers sticking out of it.

“Finished?” Nathaniel asked, amused.