Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, he gave himself another mental kick. Slow down, boy, you'll spook her. Deciding to keep the conversation light, he said laughing, "Really, I bet the Italians didn't care to much for the Irish thing."
"I don't know, I never asked. He died when I was six. I didn't really know what Irish and Italian meant actually. All I knew was that Grandpa called himself Irish. It's funny how at that age you never question such things," Silk replied. After a moment she laughed and said, "My mother dated this guy before she remarried who was Hispanic, and my brother, River asked him what was he. River meant what did he do for a living, but Carlos thought he meant nationality, so he told River that he was a Mexican. River went around for months telling everyone that when he grew up, he was going to be a Mexican. Everyone just rolled."
"I bet. Your brother River sounds like a funny guy. Do you miss your family?"
Thinking about it for a minute, she answered, "Yes and no. I miss not seeing them all the time, but it was time for me to leave the nest so to speak. I'm excited to be in college so that takes the place of the homesickness, I guess. What about you?"
He laughed, "Well, I miss my family, but since I grew up in boarding schools, this being away is something that I am already used too. I was in boarding school since I was eight. I only saw my parents at holidays." Seeing this was easing her, he decided to talk for a bit.
"What about your family? How many siblings do you have and what about your parents? I know next to nothing about you, whereas, you know a lot about me. Come on, talk," she asked.
Seeing that she really wanted to know and that she really didn't know who he was, he gave in, "My father, is the owner of many large companies, of which includes many cattle ranches all over the US. You've probably eaten our beef. My mother, is into like a hundred charities and stuff like that, and my only sibling, who is a sister, is currently attending college in Boston for the sole purpose of finding a husband who she feels is worthy of her. She is a real snob. I am the black sheep because I wanted to be a radio DJ. My father said, fine, let me buy you a station and you can do whatever you want. He couldn't understand that I really wanted to go to college to really learn to be a DJ. Thinks that he can pay someone to tell me how to do it and since I would own the station, no one would care if I messed up. I said no and so here I am, much to his dismay."
"Why did you want to be a DJ?"
Caught off guard, he thought before replying, "I don't really know. I've always wanted to do this. Since I was like 8. I used to pretend I was one. Dad even bought me a bunch of equipment and I actually made shows and recorded them. In fact I used one I made at age 16 for this girl; on my application for the job of Student Program Director. They said that I showed real talent even then. What about you, why do you want to be one?"
Ready for the question, she answered, "My step mom does this too. She got me hooked. When I was 15, she got me a summer job at her station. They had this new gimmick to try and hook more listeners. They hired high school kids to be DJs for the summer. Well, I was really good and really popular so they kept me on after the summer was over. I had my own regular spot. During school it was from six to ten three nights a week except when I cheered at games. I ran Royals Baseball during baseball season. During the summer I was the ten to two, afternoon girl and I also had the four to ten spot on Sunday's, with the occasional fill in on Saturday's afternoons. I got my FCC license at 15, but the big stations want a college education with a major in communications, so here I am."
Really impressed, he replied, "Wow! So you really know your stuff, don't you? That's incredible. I didn't even know you could get a license at 15. Bet you had an FCC license before you had a driver's license. That is too cool."
Smiling she shook her head, "Yes, I did have the FCC license first, had to beg rides with friends and my step mom to get to work."
Not knowing what else to say, they lapsed in to a silence. Silky was thinking about what had just a transpired and wondering if she had let things happen too fast. She was hoping, he didn't think her easy. She really liked him. She'd felt an instant connection to him like none other. It reminded her of that tingly feeling that they always talk about in romance novels. Wondering what to do next as she finished her meal, she without thinking, downed the rest of her wine. As she lowered the glass, she discovered Michael looking at her with that hungry look. This gave her some encouragement, but still feeling green, she didn't know what to do.
Noting the uneasiness in her look, Michael wondered what should he do next. She seemed to want to be with him, but she also seemed scared. Why though, he was trying hard to be as normal as possible. Noting that her plate was empty, he saw another opening. "Well, it looks like you're ready to become my love slave."
Her mind flashed to that book once more and her eyes betrayed her thoughts. Michael noticed a slightly startled look, but it was mixed with lust this time. What was it about the word love slave; it seemed to strike a cord with her? He decided to explore it more, but first, cheesecake.
"Are you ready for dessert," Michael asked in a sultry voice.
Seeing he was teasing, she purred back, "Yes Sir." She then noticed a strange look on his face and he swallowed very hard. As he got up and took their plates away, she poured some more wine in her glass, than realized that this was her fifth glass. She never usually could handle this much wine. She knew she was getting drunk and decided to not worry this time. After what had happened on this very table, it was likely that she was not going home tonight. In fact, she was certain that she was not, and she would definitely make sure of it, but exactly how was the question.
Michael returned to the table with two plates full of cherry cheesecake and gave her one. "Now do I have your promise that you will become my love slave as per our earlier agreement?"
"Of course, I never back out on a promise. I am a woman of my word."
Reaching under her chin and hooking a finger under the collar, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. "Good, I'd hate to have to tie you up and beat you, if you backed out."
Her eyes widened at what he said and he hoped he hadn't blown it. Damn, he cursed himself, shut the hell up and just play nice for now.
Her eyes did widen, but what Michael took it to mean was so far from the truth that he wasn't even in the ballpark. She was thinking of that book again and in that very instant had clearly remembered all of it. She blushed and thought, no way, Michael was not like that, no way. He couldn't be, people didn't really do those things, did they? Then the thought accrued to her, should she tell him about the book? Should she ask him about that stuff? Why not?
And with that, before she could chicken out, she blurted out, "Michael, I need to asked you a question."
Startled by the way she said it and thinking the ax was falling, he shot back, "Okay, shoot."
She proceeded to tell him all about the book and everything including how it made her feel. She watched his face through the whole story, but couldn't make out anything, as he was totally unreadable. As she neared the end of her story, she started to feel a little stupid and was almost hesitant to ask her question, but she gathered her last ounce of courage and with a shaky voice said, "Michael, does this stuff really exist and are you into it?"
