than the tub could hold.
She went to the sink pulled her hair back and sank neck deep into the tub. There was a note hanging from the faucet that read,
Dinner will be ready when you are,
Take all the time you need.
Jack
Kristin had stayed in her share of four star motels around the world but nothing had ever compared to the treatment she was receiving at this buffalo ranch in western Montana. When Kristin finished her soaking she climbed out of the tub dried off and threw the plush robe on. She considered for just a split second going downstairs wearing absolutely nothing. The only thing that stopped her was the thought of someone like Ben and Mary stopping by for a friendly country visit.
As she descended the stairs she could see that the formal dining table was set elegantly for two. There were candles and a fresh cut arrangement of wild flowers and roses from the rose bush on the side of the house. The china and silverware looked very old and very expensive and the wine glasses were the finest cut crystal. She could hear the echo of a twelve string guitar playing on the stereo that sounded a lot like one of the classic composers like Vivaldi or Chopin. There was a wine bucket sitting next to the table with ice and a bottle of wine already wrapped in a towel. Jack came out of the kitchen carrying the cork screw and wearing a half apron over his best Sunday suit.
As she crossed the floor in her robe and bare feet she thought, damn, does he look great in a suit.
Kristin giggled and asked, “Should I go back upstairs and get dressed?”
“Heaven’s no.” Jack replied, as he set the corkscrew down on the table and slid his hands under her robe for a quick squeeze and a soft kiss before he had to rush back into the kitchen to finish with dinner.
“Have a seat dinner will be ready in a minute, by the way you smell great.” He added as he rushed off toward the kitchen. Kristin grabbed the wine bottle and the corkscrew and popped the cork out of the bottle like an old pro. She was just finishing filling Jack’s glass when he came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming hot deep dish.
“Smells like lasagna,” she said.
“Correct, give that girl a cigar.” He laughed.
Jack set the lasagna down in the silver holding tray in the middle of the table then he lifted his wine glass,
“Here's to spoiling the right woman."
He took a long drink out of the glass set it down on the table. Then he held out his hand to Kristin. “By my calculations, we have just enough time for one dance as my culinary masterpiece cools to the perfect temperature.”
She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He reached under her robe and around her slender waist as he guided her around the hard wood floor to the music playing in the background. When the song ended they stopped in the middle of the floor and Kristin looked straight up into Jack’s eyes.
“You have no idea how much I needed this weekend.”
Jack smiled, he understood. They spent the rest of the night completely engulfed in each other. They danced three more dances, drank a second bottle of wine and laughed until their sides hurt at Jack’s stories. When they finally made it upstairs around midnight they did not waste a moment. They knew that they didn’t have a moment to waste.
They drifted off to sleep around 2am wrapped up in each others arms. Just before Kristin fell asleep Jack heard her whisper one single word almost as if she was already dreaming, “Jack.”
She could hear the shower running, this was her chance she thought. She grabbed the bath robe and threw it on as she was flying down the stairs two steps at a time. The only thought that was racing through her mind was,
“I can have breakfast started before he even knows I’m gone.” She was more than right; Jack was coming down the stairs as she was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. She whirled around holding two plates of food, and very proudly boasted,
“I will see your
She went to the sink pulled her hair back and sank neck deep into the tub. There was a note hanging from the faucet that read,
Dinner will be ready when you are,
Take all the time you need.
Jack
Kristin had stayed in her share of four star motels around the world but nothing had ever compared to the treatment she was receiving at this buffalo ranch in western Montana. When Kristin finished her soaking she climbed out of the tub dried off and threw the plush robe on. She considered for just a split second going downstairs wearing absolutely nothing. The only thing that stopped her was the thought of someone like Ben and Mary stopping by for a friendly country visit.
As she descended the stairs she could see that the formal dining table was set elegantly for two. There were candles and a fresh cut arrangement of wild flowers and roses from the rose bush on the side of the house. The china and silverware looked very old and very expensive and the wine glasses were the finest cut crystal. She could hear the echo of a twelve string guitar playing on the stereo that sounded a lot like one of the classic composers like Vivaldi or Chopin. There was a wine bucket sitting next to the table with ice and a bottle of wine already wrapped in a towel. Jack came out of the kitchen carrying the cork screw and wearing a half apron over his best Sunday suit.
As she crossed the floor in her robe and bare feet she thought, damn, does he look great in a suit.
Kristin giggled and asked, “Should I go back upstairs and get dressed?”
“Heaven’s no.” Jack replied, as he set the corkscrew down on the table and slid his hands under her robe for a quick squeeze and a soft kiss before he had to rush back into the kitchen to finish with dinner.
“Have a seat dinner will be ready in a minute, by the way you smell great.” He added as he rushed off toward the kitchen. Kristin grabbed the wine bottle and the corkscrew and popped the cork out of the bottle like an old pro. She was just finishing filling Jack’s glass when he came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming hot deep dish.
“Smells like lasagna,” she said.
“Correct, give that girl a cigar.” He laughed.
Jack set the lasagna down in the silver holding tray in the middle of the table then he lifted his wine glass,
“Here's to spoiling the right woman."
He took a long drink out of the glass set it down on the table. Then he held out his hand to Kristin. “By my calculations, we have just enough time for one dance as my culinary masterpiece cools to the perfect temperature.”
She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He reached under her robe and around her slender waist as he guided her around the hard wood floor to the music playing in the background. When the song ended they stopped in the middle of the floor and Kristin looked straight up into Jack’s eyes.
“You have no idea how much I needed this weekend.”
Jack smiled, he understood. They spent the rest of the night completely engulfed in each other. They danced three more dances, drank a second bottle of wine and laughed until their sides hurt at Jack’s stories. When they finally made it upstairs around midnight they did not waste a moment. They knew that they didn’t have a moment to waste.
They drifted off to sleep around 2am wrapped up in each others arms. Just before Kristin fell asleep Jack heard her whisper one single word almost as if she was already dreaming, “Jack.”
She could hear the shower running, this was her chance she thought. She grabbed the bath robe and threw it on as she was flying down the stairs two steps at a time. The only thought that was racing through her mind was,
“I can have breakfast started before he even knows I’m gone.” She was more than right; Jack was coming down the stairs as she was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. She whirled around holding two plates of food, and very proudly boasted,
“I will see your
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