how did you come to buy this place?” I change the subject.
“ It was an investment I made with some family money I came into. I worked here for a while, during my degree. I kinda fell in love with Venice. And it's where I do my best writing. Just there, where you're sitting in fact.”
“ I'm in the hot seat, am I?” I tease.
“ It's not so hot. More like a warm creative nest.” She giggles sweetly.
As we look at each other I wonder what's going through her head.
I'm willing her to pounce. Then I can indulge in what's going on in my head. Which is incredibly basic to say the least.
But, of course, she won't. Kate doesn't strike me as the pouncy sort. But I live in hope.
“So,” I break the staring silence. “As I don't have much to unpack. Let’s have some dinner? I'm starving.”
“ Why not? I'm starving too.”
“ My treat. My surprise.”
“ If you insist. I like surprises.”
“ Come on then.” I get up and hold out my hand, pulling her up. She moves past me quickly. I smell her perfume again. I'd love to bury my face in her neck and breathe in a lungful.
“ What kind of restaurant are we going to?”
“ Somewhere casual.” I remind her of my lack of clothing choice. Not that I dress up that much anyway, outside of work, but I do like to wear a shirt now and then.
“ So, will I do like this?”
“ You look great. It's doing it for me.” I widen my eyes at her appreciatively; the see-through, lacy V-neck top she's wearing is really doing it. And those jeans fit her like a glove.
“ Really? These old things?” she asks with a touch of surprise on her face.
“ Yeah, really.” And the more I look, the more I want.
I call a cab. I'm taking her to the best pizza joint in town.
It's low-key, and the real Italian pizzas are so tasty, my mouth is watering already at the thought of all that sauce and the cheese oozing over the top of the crispy base. Tons of strong pepperoni and steaming hot chili sauce.
The thought of it is definitely taking my mind off my attraction to Kate for a moment. Not much, but it's dulling the severe throb in my groin.
Fucking delicious. T he pizzas…and Kate. Looking forward to this big time.
It's the real McCoy of a traditional pizzeria, a wood-fired pizza oven, in the middle of the restaurant, and their ice cream is the shit.
We sit at a table for two while the waitress fusses around us handing us both a menu and passing me the wine list. The lighting is low and intimate, typical Italian music playing in the background, the restaurant half full.
Just how I like it.
My memories are stirred. The last time I came here was with Sophie. It wasn't a pleasant evening. She'd started to become a little too demanding. I ended up dumping her after the dessert. I put that visit out of my mind. I don't want to spoil my evening.
“What d'you want to drink?” I ask Kate, studying the wine list.
“ A Coke or Sprite will do.”
“ This is supposed to be a celebration. Let's share a bottle of Champagne,” I suggest.
“ You might have to help me up the stairs when we get back. I've already had two glasses of wine today.”
Kate's obviously not a big drinker.
Two glasses and she's sunk?
“ So lie in tomorrow and enjoy the hangover. I'll look after you,” I persuade her with a smile. Probably not a very friendly thing to do, but being the selfish bastard I am, I don't want to drink alone.
“ Okay. Why the hell not?” she agrees with a returning smile.
I sigh silently to myself. I don't think I've ever seen a cuter smile.
I put my hand over hers at the table.
I really like the effect she has on me.
Shivers run down my spine.
She doesn't seem averse to me, either.
I order the fizz and we choose a pizza to share.
It seems she likes super spicy pepperoni, too.
Kate's my kinda girl. She likes her meat hot. I can't wait to watch her put it in that mouth of hers. I'm imagining the cheese dripping down her chin, her tongue licking it off. Her
“ It was an investment I made with some family money I came into. I worked here for a while, during my degree. I kinda fell in love with Venice. And it's where I do my best writing. Just there, where you're sitting in fact.”
“ I'm in the hot seat, am I?” I tease.
“ It's not so hot. More like a warm creative nest.” She giggles sweetly.
As we look at each other I wonder what's going through her head.
I'm willing her to pounce. Then I can indulge in what's going on in my head. Which is incredibly basic to say the least.
But, of course, she won't. Kate doesn't strike me as the pouncy sort. But I live in hope.
“So,” I break the staring silence. “As I don't have much to unpack. Let’s have some dinner? I'm starving.”
“ Why not? I'm starving too.”
“ My treat. My surprise.”
“ If you insist. I like surprises.”
“ Come on then.” I get up and hold out my hand, pulling her up. She moves past me quickly. I smell her perfume again. I'd love to bury my face in her neck and breathe in a lungful.
“ What kind of restaurant are we going to?”
“ Somewhere casual.” I remind her of my lack of clothing choice. Not that I dress up that much anyway, outside of work, but I do like to wear a shirt now and then.
“ So, will I do like this?”
“ You look great. It's doing it for me.” I widen my eyes at her appreciatively; the see-through, lacy V-neck top she's wearing is really doing it. And those jeans fit her like a glove.
“ Really? These old things?” she asks with a touch of surprise on her face.
“ Yeah, really.” And the more I look, the more I want.
I call a cab. I'm taking her to the best pizza joint in town.
It's low-key, and the real Italian pizzas are so tasty, my mouth is watering already at the thought of all that sauce and the cheese oozing over the top of the crispy base. Tons of strong pepperoni and steaming hot chili sauce.
The thought of it is definitely taking my mind off my attraction to Kate for a moment. Not much, but it's dulling the severe throb in my groin.
Fucking delicious. T he pizzas…and Kate. Looking forward to this big time.
It's the real McCoy of a traditional pizzeria, a wood-fired pizza oven, in the middle of the restaurant, and their ice cream is the shit.
We sit at a table for two while the waitress fusses around us handing us both a menu and passing me the wine list. The lighting is low and intimate, typical Italian music playing in the background, the restaurant half full.
Just how I like it.
My memories are stirred. The last time I came here was with Sophie. It wasn't a pleasant evening. She'd started to become a little too demanding. I ended up dumping her after the dessert. I put that visit out of my mind. I don't want to spoil my evening.
“What d'you want to drink?” I ask Kate, studying the wine list.
“ A Coke or Sprite will do.”
“ This is supposed to be a celebration. Let's share a bottle of Champagne,” I suggest.
“ You might have to help me up the stairs when we get back. I've already had two glasses of wine today.”
Kate's obviously not a big drinker.
Two glasses and she's sunk?
“ So lie in tomorrow and enjoy the hangover. I'll look after you,” I persuade her with a smile. Probably not a very friendly thing to do, but being the selfish bastard I am, I don't want to drink alone.
“ Okay. Why the hell not?” she agrees with a returning smile.
I sigh silently to myself. I don't think I've ever seen a cuter smile.
I put my hand over hers at the table.
I really like the effect she has on me.
Shivers run down my spine.
She doesn't seem averse to me, either.
I order the fizz and we choose a pizza to share.
It seems she likes super spicy pepperoni, too.
Kate's my kinda girl. She likes her meat hot. I can't wait to watch her put it in that mouth of hers. I'm imagining the cheese dripping down her chin, her tongue licking it off. Her
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