The Interrupted Lunch — Part 3
My appetite wanted something else besides food.
Wearing a silky, red dress, I slid into his black Mercedes. He shut the door and rounded the hood, entering the driver side.
Corey scanned my face, then down my body. “You’re beautiful.”
“You look dashing too.” He wore a tailored gray suit with a crisp white shirt.
“Thank you. Ready to go?” He gripped the steering wheel.
“Yes. Where are we going?”
“Italian restaurant okay for you?”
“That’s perfect.” I was hungry for something else though, something that had nothing to do with food.
We got a table on a private balcony. Two floral plants with sparkling lights illuminated the area. I could only imagine how much it cost him for the reservation. I didn’t ask because it didn’t matter.
While we waited for our entrees to arrive, I sipped on my Raspberry Mojito.
“I’m going to be honest with you.” He placed his Espresso Manhattan down on the coaster. “I’m really not that hungry for food.” He licked his lips and leaned into the table. “I’m craving for something else.”
The scent of his musky cologne tightened my loins. “What are you craving?” I asked in a low and sultry voice. I knew how to play this flirtatious game too. My foot — still strapped to my high heels — trailed up his calf and he shifted in his seat, extending his legs toward me. I had no idea where my brazenness came from, but I liked it.
He sucked in a low voice. “Fuck. You’re such a vixen.”
“This vixen is starving for something else too.” I smirked as I retracted my foot.
He let out a sound of disapproval. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what?” I played innocent.
“Touching me with that sexy leg and foot. Tell me what kinds of dirty things you’re envisioning.”
This time I leaned into the table and spoke against his lips. “How about we skip dinner and I can show you all kinds of things? We can just feast on each other.” I licked his lips and he opened his mouth for me. My tongue slid in and played with his. It was so sexy.
His hands gripped my face and deepened the kiss.
After a minute of kissing, he muttered, “Let’s take our dinner to go.”
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