Vivian still looked wary.
By the time I made it back home it was
already 6:30 pm. I barely had time to get ready for my non-date. I
poured a glass of the strawberry Shiraz I found at the gourmet
market to calm my nerves even though I was already slightly buzzed.
I wanted to keep it simple but I realized that simple just wasn't
in my repertoire. So I picked out a little black halter dress that
flared out at the waist and stopped at my knees. It showed a little
skin without being skintight. Besides, there was really no point of
trying to play modest with the man who just spent the last night
blowing my mind. Repeatedly. I opted for the path of least
resistance and left my hair curly and pinned my curls up to one
side and let them hang down over the other shoulder. My buzzer went
off and I gave myself a last glance in the mirror before I left. My
eyes held the wariness of this afternoons chat.
*
I walked into Azul trying desperately to
wrestle away the knot of butterflies in my stomach. My nerves were
on edge like never before. 'Just breath' seemed to be my new mantra
whenever Julian was around. My heart was beating so loud; I
was embarrassed someone would hear it.
Before I could compose myself to even take a
look around, the hostess approached me. She smiled brightly at me
as she asked me if I had a reservation. I informed her that I was
here to meet Julian, and the wattage of her smile lessened a
tad.
"Oh, of course. Right this way. Mr. Garza is
already seated at your table." She said this dryly as she led me to
my waiting dinner companion. Mr. Garza's fan club was seemed to be
growing by the minute.
I followed her into the dining area that was
concealed by a Mediterranean influenced brick wall. To the right of
the wall was a small intimate dining area, and to the left was a
larger room that included the main dining area, a small dance floor
and a live jazz band. I recognized the trumpet heavy Con Alma filling the space as a few patrons graced the
dance floor.
The place had a sexy, but laid back
ambiance, and it made me think of Andrew. He would love it here. I
was so enthralled with the lounge that I didn't notice I'd reached
my destination, and Julian was standing to greet me. I smiled
sheepishly, caught off guard and not prepared for the intensity
that I felt when I saw him.
Once again, he was immaculately dressed with
a tailored gray dress shirt with black stitching and a pair of
black slacks. He flashed his usual sly grin as he pulled me into an
embrace and kissed me on both cheeks. It wasn't quite the same way
his mother had done when we met, as she didn't caress each cheek
with her lips after each kiss. The tall leggy hostess with the long
copper hair stood by stiffly waiting as we took our seats.
"Will there be anyone else joining you
tonight, Mr. Garza?" She asked almost expectantly.
"No, Lily. Have a bottle of Perrier-Laurent
Rosé sent over please. I'm sure Ms. Spencer is in the mood for
champagne."
He raised his brow in anticipation of my
probable response, knowing my preferred drink. I smiled modestly at
him and then nodded my agreement.
Damn he is so sexy!
"Yes, I am in the mood for champagne, thank
you," I agreed.
I swear I saw a flash of disapproval on her
face before she garnered a fake smile and went off to fulfill her
duties. Julian never even glanced her way so there was no point in
even taking the thought further. Was I imagining things?
Jealous!
He was watching me, as usual.
"I can tell that so much goes on in that
pretty head of yours, Jade. I wish I could read your thoughts,” he
lamented.
"I'm surprised you can't. I already made the
mistake of inviting you in,” I retorted.
"So now I'm a vampire?" He laughed in
surprise. "You wouldn't be here now if that were the case,” he
replied.
"And why is that?" I questioned.
"Because, I wouldn't have been able to stop
until I sucked every drop of that sweet blood out of you,” he
teased.
I frowned in exaggerated
By the time I made it back home it was
already 6:30 pm. I barely had time to get ready for my non-date. I
poured a glass of the strawberry Shiraz I found at the gourmet
market to calm my nerves even though I was already slightly buzzed.
I wanted to keep it simple but I realized that simple just wasn't
in my repertoire. So I picked out a little black halter dress that
flared out at the waist and stopped at my knees. It showed a little
skin without being skintight. Besides, there was really no point of
trying to play modest with the man who just spent the last night
blowing my mind. Repeatedly. I opted for the path of least
resistance and left my hair curly and pinned my curls up to one
side and let them hang down over the other shoulder. My buzzer went
off and I gave myself a last glance in the mirror before I left. My
eyes held the wariness of this afternoons chat.
*
I walked into Azul trying desperately to
wrestle away the knot of butterflies in my stomach. My nerves were
on edge like never before. 'Just breath' seemed to be my new mantra
whenever Julian was around. My heart was beating so loud; I
was embarrassed someone would hear it.
Before I could compose myself to even take a
look around, the hostess approached me. She smiled brightly at me
as she asked me if I had a reservation. I informed her that I was
here to meet Julian, and the wattage of her smile lessened a
tad.
"Oh, of course. Right this way. Mr. Garza is
already seated at your table." She said this dryly as she led me to
my waiting dinner companion. Mr. Garza's fan club was seemed to be
growing by the minute.
I followed her into the dining area that was
concealed by a Mediterranean influenced brick wall. To the right of
the wall was a small intimate dining area, and to the left was a
larger room that included the main dining area, a small dance floor
and a live jazz band. I recognized the trumpet heavy Con Alma filling the space as a few patrons graced the
dance floor.
The place had a sexy, but laid back
ambiance, and it made me think of Andrew. He would love it here. I
was so enthralled with the lounge that I didn't notice I'd reached
my destination, and Julian was standing to greet me. I smiled
sheepishly, caught off guard and not prepared for the intensity
that I felt when I saw him.
Once again, he was immaculately dressed with
a tailored gray dress shirt with black stitching and a pair of
black slacks. He flashed his usual sly grin as he pulled me into an
embrace and kissed me on both cheeks. It wasn't quite the same way
his mother had done when we met, as she didn't caress each cheek
with her lips after each kiss. The tall leggy hostess with the long
copper hair stood by stiffly waiting as we took our seats.
"Will there be anyone else joining you
tonight, Mr. Garza?" She asked almost expectantly.
"No, Lily. Have a bottle of Perrier-Laurent
Rosé sent over please. I'm sure Ms. Spencer is in the mood for
champagne."
He raised his brow in anticipation of my
probable response, knowing my preferred drink. I smiled modestly at
him and then nodded my agreement.
Damn he is so sexy!
"Yes, I am in the mood for champagne, thank
you," I agreed.
I swear I saw a flash of disapproval on her
face before she garnered a fake smile and went off to fulfill her
duties. Julian never even glanced her way so there was no point in
even taking the thought further. Was I imagining things?
Jealous!
He was watching me, as usual.
"I can tell that so much goes on in that
pretty head of yours, Jade. I wish I could read your thoughts,” he
lamented.
"I'm surprised you can't. I already made the
mistake of inviting you in,” I retorted.
"So now I'm a vampire?" He laughed in
surprise. "You wouldn't be here now if that were the case,” he
replied.
"And why is that?" I questioned.
"Because, I wouldn't have been able to stop
until I sucked every drop of that sweet blood out of you,” he
teased.
I frowned in exaggerated
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