wine.
“Okay, but I don’t want to go overboard tonight,” Sara replied.
They agreed and opened up their menus. To anyone looking at their table, it appeared Evan and Sara were studying the menu with intense pleasure. They used them as a screen to hide the enjoyment from their faces as they glanced at each other from the tops of them. They placed their orders with the waiter and surrendered the comfort of their menus.
“So,” Evan began, as he attempted to break the ice. He was unsure where to direct the topic of conversation. Usually it was instilled upon him by those he hung out with. His friends, his family, and his co-workers always dictated the topics and pace of the discussions. He took a deep breath and launched into a number of topics, trying to find out as much as he could about his date.
He found out she was an avid movie and T.V. aficionado, but mostly focused on mysteries, police shows, and her secret love for dance shows while they sampled the eggplant rollatini. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over his choice of wine, knowing white wine should not be paired with red sauce. Sara spoke about her job as an orderly at a local hospital while going to school to be a home health care professional while they waited for the entrees to arrive.
The interruption of the waiter bringing out the main course allowed for a change in conversation, which focused on Evan. The savory Chicken Concetta couldn’t deter Sara from asking everything she could about Evan and his life as an author. Due to the flow of wine filling their glasses as they ate, Evan and Sara held nothing back.
“Is there anything else I can get for you,” the waiter asked.
“Do you wanna stick around and get dessert or drinks,” Evan asked.
“I’d love to.” Sara asked for another bottle of wine and saw the look Evan gave her when the waiter walked away. “What? You said your agent’s personal assistant was taking care of it. Let’s enjoy the night.” She moved her chair closer to Evan’s.
He took Sara’s hands in his, feeling the soft silkiness of her skin pressed against his warmth sent a prickling sensation up their arms. They longingly into each other’s eyes as they moved closer. Their lips were inches from each other as they gently touched.
“Uh hem,” the waiter said loudly enough to cause Evan and Sara to pull back from the kiss. Their cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Should I open the bottle, or would you like it to go?”
They knew this was the waiter’s way of asking them to leave before they made a scene. Evan eyed Sara up, “we’ll take it to go.”
Chapter 7-Sara
The limo door opened. Their bodies entered and waited for the driver to roll up the partition. Sara turned to Evan with hunger in her eyes. She felt his hand reach behind her head, pulling her closer to his body. Their lips met in a passionate embrace. The cold bottle of wine slowly slipped from her fingertips.
“Wait,” she regretfully said while breaking away from Evan. She held up the bottle and quickly placed it in the cooler filled with ice. “Now, where were we?”
With a lustful glare in her eyes, Sara inched towards him. The desire she hid all night was bubbling at the surface, waiting for the right time to unleash it. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket, launching herself at him, pummeling Evan with kisses.
His tongue swept the crease of her lips, begging for entry, finally gaining the access it craved. Sara parted her mouth, sucking on Evan’s bottom lip. She heard him groan softly as her fingers played with his wavy light
“Okay, but I don’t want to go overboard tonight,” Sara replied.
They agreed and opened up their menus. To anyone looking at their table, it appeared Evan and Sara were studying the menu with intense pleasure. They used them as a screen to hide the enjoyment from their faces as they glanced at each other from the tops of them. They placed their orders with the waiter and surrendered the comfort of their menus.
“So,” Evan began, as he attempted to break the ice. He was unsure where to direct the topic of conversation. Usually it was instilled upon him by those he hung out with. His friends, his family, and his co-workers always dictated the topics and pace of the discussions. He took a deep breath and launched into a number of topics, trying to find out as much as he could about his date.
He found out she was an avid movie and T.V. aficionado, but mostly focused on mysteries, police shows, and her secret love for dance shows while they sampled the eggplant rollatini. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over his choice of wine, knowing white wine should not be paired with red sauce. Sara spoke about her job as an orderly at a local hospital while going to school to be a home health care professional while they waited for the entrees to arrive.
The interruption of the waiter bringing out the main course allowed for a change in conversation, which focused on Evan. The savory Chicken Concetta couldn’t deter Sara from asking everything she could about Evan and his life as an author. Due to the flow of wine filling their glasses as they ate, Evan and Sara held nothing back.
“Is there anything else I can get for you,” the waiter asked.
“Do you wanna stick around and get dessert or drinks,” Evan asked.
“I’d love to.” Sara asked for another bottle of wine and saw the look Evan gave her when the waiter walked away. “What? You said your agent’s personal assistant was taking care of it. Let’s enjoy the night.” She moved her chair closer to Evan’s.
He took Sara’s hands in his, feeling the soft silkiness of her skin pressed against his warmth sent a prickling sensation up their arms. They longingly into each other’s eyes as they moved closer. Their lips were inches from each other as they gently touched.
“Uh hem,” the waiter said loudly enough to cause Evan and Sara to pull back from the kiss. Their cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Should I open the bottle, or would you like it to go?”
They knew this was the waiter’s way of asking them to leave before they made a scene. Evan eyed Sara up, “we’ll take it to go.”
Chapter 7-Sara
The limo door opened. Their bodies entered and waited for the driver to roll up the partition. Sara turned to Evan with hunger in her eyes. She felt his hand reach behind her head, pulling her closer to his body. Their lips met in a passionate embrace. The cold bottle of wine slowly slipped from her fingertips.
“Wait,” she regretfully said while breaking away from Evan. She held up the bottle and quickly placed it in the cooler filled with ice. “Now, where were we?”
With a lustful glare in her eyes, Sara inched towards him. The desire she hid all night was bubbling at the surface, waiting for the right time to unleash it. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket, launching herself at him, pummeling Evan with kisses.
His tongue swept the crease of her lips, begging for entry, finally gaining the access it craved. Sara parted her mouth, sucking on Evan’s bottom lip. She heard him groan softly as her fingers played with his wavy light
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