"John are you ready?" Angelique chirped from the front room. John took a last look at himself in the mirror. In a pinstriped button up, expensive dark wash jeans, and ombre camel colored oxford dress shoes, he felt ready to take on a nice evening out with his fiance.
He met Angelique in the foyer and let his eyes drift over her buxom figure. She wore a wrap dress in emerald green that accented her brilliant auburn hair and porcelain skin. The v-neck cut highlighted her generous cleavage, and she wore a gold pendant necklace that laid gently on her clavicle. The matching emerald platform heels she chose made her legs appear a mile long. John approached her and encircled her in his arms, softly letting his hands drift over her curves.
"You look delicious," he murmured into her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
Angelique giggled and spun around to face him, pressing her body into his. "Do you think you can resist devouring me until after dinner?"
"I'll certainly try," John smiled back, "but you're making it...hard."
Angelique laughed again, "Oh believe me, I can tell!" She kissed him long and deep. "Let's go, handsome."
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Seated at the restaurant, John and Angelique perused the menu.
"What do you think about ordering some tapas?" John inquired. "We can share."
"I love sharing you..." Angelique grinned wickedly. "Err, with you," she corrected herself.
"Well then! Tapas it is." John smirked back. "Naughty girl, who would you share me with?"
"I have some ideas..." she trailed off, her eyes fixed somewhere behind John. He turned around to see what she was seeing, and he wasn't sure he liked what he saw. A tall, dark-haired man was leaning against the bar with a palpable air of machismo and charisma. He was dressed impeccably in an outfit that put John's look to shame, decked out in an open button up and purple vest, with brown corduroy jeans and shoes so unique they must have been specially made for him.
"Charlie!" John heard Angelique call out, and his stomach dropped when he saw the elegant man look over at them. "Come over here!" Angelique waved him over.
The man who was apparently Charlie walked over to their table, looking a bit sheepish. "Hello Angel, it's been too long. You're looking good," his voice deep and sensual, "And who is this handsome guy?" He gestured to John.
"Charlie I'd like for you to meet my fiance, John. John, this is Charlie, we were...well I guess you could say we were friends in college." Angelique smirked a bit.
"Yes," Charlie said, glancing uneasily at John, "Very...close friends."
The name suddenly rang a bell for John. Charlie was the name of Angelique's on and off again lover before John came into the picture. He had moved away before John ever met Angelique, and John had never expected their paths to cross.
