I peeked over at her before I slipped out of the car. “Follow me. They always have my table ready right out on the balcony over the sloshing waters.”
I walked inside, and a pathway cleared as I made my way out back. The restaurant had bought a special license back before they banned things like this, so it was one of the four restaurants in the entire state with a back deck that sat out over the water, like its own little pier. Our waitress for the evening ushered us back to my usual table, sitting right where the waves broke against the pier-deck legs. And when Leslie sat in front of me, I found that the moonlight hanging over our heads really illuminated her gloriously soft features.
Cut it out. You’re staring.
“May I get either of you something to drink? Some water? A nice glass of wine?” the waitress asked.
Leslie looked up at her. “Just water for me, thank you.”
I nodded. “I’ll have the same, along with some coffee. Thanks.”
Our waitress left to retrieve our drinks, and I watched Leslie watch the ocean. I never felt the need to stare at it while I ate, but I very much enjoyed the sounds of the waves crashing against the wooden legs of the dock. I sat there in what felt like the closest thing to comfort I had experienced in quite some time. But, Leslie’s voice soon pierced the night with a question that caught me off-guard.
“I hate to ruin the moment, but are we ever going to talk about what happened between the two of us?”
Our waitress walked up to us. “Here you go. A glass of water and a coffee for you, and a glass of water for you, ma’am. Are we ready to order?”
I held Leslie’s stare. “I’ll take your surf and turf, with the shrimp scampi on the side along with steamed broccoli and asparagus.”
“And for you, miss?” she asked.
Leslie blinked. “Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll have the same.”
My eyebrows rose. “That’s a lot of food you’re ordering.”
She shrugged. “Good thing I enjoy eating, then.”
The waitress walked away, leaving us alone once more. But, I found Leslie still studying me, as if she expected me to simply start talking about the fact that we’d had some of the greatest sex I’d ever experienced in my adult years.
“So?” she asked.
I folded my hands in my lap. “So, what?”
She scoffed. “Are we going to talk about it or not?”
“If by ‘talk,’ you mean ‘rehash it physically,’ then I’m sure we can discuss it. Otherwise, I’m not prone to talking about such sensitive subjects verbally and while out in public.”
She didn’t skip a beat, though. “And what if we were in private? Would you speak about it, then?”
I blinked. “I suppose you have a fifty-fifty shot as to how I might react to such a topic.”
She looked around at the empty deck before getting up from her chair. I watched her carefully as she came over to my side of the table and bent forward, placing one hand on the arm of my chair and another on the top of the table. She leaned in so close I felt her breath pulsing against my face. And as her eyes danced between my own, her perfume enveloped me, stiffening my cock as she spoke.
“We’re technically alone out here, correct?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Leslie, I will not speak of such a topic while we are enjoying a business dinner.”
She snickered. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that we’re out here sharing a romantic steak meal with waves crashing beneath us, and it isn’t a date?”
Do something. She sees right through you.“And if I were to say no?”
A strand of her hair fell into her face, and I reached up without a second thought. I tucked it behind her ear, watching her eyes as her eyes tried to watch my movement. I allowed my fingertips to grace her skin softly. I watched as a flushed trail followed the direction of my fingers until they fell away from her jawline. I enjoyed watching her react to me. I enjoyed the blossoming of wanton lust behind her eyes as her pupils blew themselves wide for me.
And when I stood to my feet, I took her hand in mine and tugged her away from the table.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
I pulled her toward the restaurant door. “The bathroom.”
