entered her eyes when she asked him to dinner. Now that he was sitting close
to her, he could smell the perfume she was wearing. She smelled like a
combination of citrus, which he guessed was from her shampoo, and an undefined floral
scent that he found very sexy. He looked down for a second at her full lips
then back to her eyes which were so beautiful that he lost himself for a moment
in their aquamarine color. Her eyes had always turned him on. Finally, she
looked away from him toward the door to the lobby, and he could see a slight
blush creep up on her chest and neck. Her breasts rose with her deep breath
causing her nipples to tent the blue fabric of her bodice. She was definitely
aware of him, he thought with satisfaction.
"Here comes my mother, now." Ben
looked over at Anne's mother who was crossing the room to their table. Seeing
the disappointed look on her face, Ben guessed that the inn's early arrivals
would take up more of hers and Jim’s time than originally thought. He silently
thanked the unexpected guests for creating an opportunity for him to have time
alone with Anne.
"Hi, Sweetheart. Hello, Ben,"
she greeted them when she finally reached their table. "This is going to
take longer than I thought. Would it be ok if we pushed dinner back an hour? Ben,
since you're here, maybe you could keep company with Anne so that she doesn't
have to sit alone at the table?"
"It won’t be a problem with me as
long as it is ok with Anne?" Ben could not believe his luck. He looked
at Anne with raised eyebrows and a hopeful look on his face. When she gave her
assent with a warm smile, he smiled back at her. Both of them missed the look
her mother gave them at seeing their expressions.
"Then again, Ben. Maybe it would
be best if the two of you just went ahead and ate without Jim and me. There is
no sense in waiting for us since this will take a while, and Anne must be
hungry after her tour this afternoon. Jim and I will eat later."
"Are you sure, Mom?" Anne
looked back at her mother, her lips slightly pursed.
"Sure, I'm sure. You two have a
nice dinner tonight, and we will try again tomorrow evening." Then she
patted her daughter's shoulder and walked away again leaving the two of them
alone at the table. Ben could not have planned the intimate dinner alone with
Anne better if he had tried. He looked over at Anne who was now reading the
menu with great interest. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. The
waitress came back quickly with a tall glass of beer from the tap and set it on
the table in front of him. Anne looked up when the waitress arrived and watched
him as he took his first sip.
"I don't know about you, Ben, but I
am pretty hungry," Anne exclaimed as she leaned back in her chair. Her aquamarine
blue eyes twinkled and she shook her head in humor. "That was some very
clever maneuvering to get a dinner invitation, Mr. Carlson. Did you arrange
the diversion, as well?"
Surprised at being found out so soon, he
started laughing which set her softly laughing, too. The sound of her laughter
and the look on her face reached into his gut and grabbed hold. "I wish I
could say that I arranged that, but alas my pretty, my plan was only to get a
dinner invitation." He twirled the end of an imaginary mustache, a move
that started her laughing even louder. "Just how many of those have you
had, already? I'm not that funny." He indicated the glass of Chardonnay
in front of her.
"This one is my first, and no, you
are not that funny. But the situation is, and I could really use a good laugh
after the tour. So, thank you, Ben, for coming to my rescue, such as it
is."
"You are welcome. A toast..."
He raised his glass and waited for her to raise her glass, too. "...to
making the most of a beautiful evening with a beautiful woman. Later, I plan
on taking her down to the water and having my evil way with her," he said
in his most
to her, he could smell the perfume she was wearing. She smelled like a
combination of citrus, which he guessed was from her shampoo, and an undefined floral
scent that he found very sexy. He looked down for a second at her full lips
then back to her eyes which were so beautiful that he lost himself for a moment
in their aquamarine color. Her eyes had always turned him on. Finally, she
looked away from him toward the door to the lobby, and he could see a slight
blush creep up on her chest and neck. Her breasts rose with her deep breath
causing her nipples to tent the blue fabric of her bodice. She was definitely
aware of him, he thought with satisfaction.
"Here comes my mother, now." Ben
looked over at Anne's mother who was crossing the room to their table. Seeing
the disappointed look on her face, Ben guessed that the inn's early arrivals
would take up more of hers and Jim’s time than originally thought. He silently
thanked the unexpected guests for creating an opportunity for him to have time
alone with Anne.
"Hi, Sweetheart. Hello, Ben,"
she greeted them when she finally reached their table. "This is going to
take longer than I thought. Would it be ok if we pushed dinner back an hour? Ben,
since you're here, maybe you could keep company with Anne so that she doesn't
have to sit alone at the table?"
"It won’t be a problem with me as
long as it is ok with Anne?" Ben could not believe his luck. He looked
at Anne with raised eyebrows and a hopeful look on his face. When she gave her
assent with a warm smile, he smiled back at her. Both of them missed the look
her mother gave them at seeing their expressions.
"Then again, Ben. Maybe it would
be best if the two of you just went ahead and ate without Jim and me. There is
no sense in waiting for us since this will take a while, and Anne must be
hungry after her tour this afternoon. Jim and I will eat later."
"Are you sure, Mom?" Anne
looked back at her mother, her lips slightly pursed.
"Sure, I'm sure. You two have a
nice dinner tonight, and we will try again tomorrow evening." Then she
patted her daughter's shoulder and walked away again leaving the two of them
alone at the table. Ben could not have planned the intimate dinner alone with
Anne better if he had tried. He looked over at Anne who was now reading the
menu with great interest. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. The
waitress came back quickly with a tall glass of beer from the tap and set it on
the table in front of him. Anne looked up when the waitress arrived and watched
him as he took his first sip.
"I don't know about you, Ben, but I
am pretty hungry," Anne exclaimed as she leaned back in her chair. Her aquamarine
blue eyes twinkled and she shook her head in humor. "That was some very
clever maneuvering to get a dinner invitation, Mr. Carlson. Did you arrange
the diversion, as well?"
Surprised at being found out so soon, he
started laughing which set her softly laughing, too. The sound of her laughter
and the look on her face reached into his gut and grabbed hold. "I wish I
could say that I arranged that, but alas my pretty, my plan was only to get a
dinner invitation." He twirled the end of an imaginary mustache, a move
that started her laughing even louder. "Just how many of those have you
had, already? I'm not that funny." He indicated the glass of Chardonnay
in front of her.
"This one is my first, and no, you
are not that funny. But the situation is, and I could really use a good laugh
after the tour. So, thank you, Ben, for coming to my rescue, such as it
is."
"You are welcome. A toast..."
He raised his glass and waited for her to raise her glass, too. "...to
making the most of a beautiful evening with a beautiful woman. Later, I plan
on taking her down to the water and having my evil way with her," he said
in his most
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