She arrived at the restaurant late. She knew she was late, but didn't want to look rushed. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and walked confidently to the host.
"Reservation for Angel...I believe he is waiting for me."
The tuxedo clad host took a moment to admire the striking brunette, before remembering himself and clearing his throat, "Yes, Ma'am. Please follow me."
He led her through the maze of tables to a table in the back corner of the room. She saw him immediately, handsome and strong, sitting alone at the table taking a drink of the wine he had ordered earlier. Her breath caught in her throat. Her legs suddenly felt as if they were made of Jell-O. Even after all this time knowing him as a friend and coworker, she still couldn't get over her reaction to him. And now that they were about to have their first date, her body was betraying her with every step she took closer to him.
He turned to see her walking toward him, dressed in a modestly short skirt and silk blouse. Her long hair swept up on the sides to reveal the diamond earrings gracing her ears. He hoped he could stand without major embarrassment. He'd been controlling himself around her for years, never admitting there was an attraction...that he was just lonely. But now, with her coming toward him, he had to admit, it was her. She was the one doing this to him.
She walked up to the table as he stood and moved to hold her chair for her to sit down. She glanced nervously at him. He smiled that killer smile of his and her nerves faded away.
As she moved past him to sit down, he picked up on the faint smell of her floral perfume...jasmine.
As he leaned over her to whisper hello in her ear, she picked up on the smell of his cologne, a light musk mixed with the clean smell of his soap.
Both were nervous as the conversation came in spurts. The wine calmed both down and they settled into a comfortable, soft conversation, finding out more about each other. Things they wouldn't have picked up on in the office meetings or memo's going back and forth.
The dinner was served.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her lips as they took a small sip of wine.
She couldn't keep her eyes off his lips as they wrapped around a fork full of steak.
His steak became a lump in his throat when her tongue snuck out to lick a rogue drop of steak sauce from the corner of her mouth.
The sexual tension between them was sparking. Neither of them had ever had such a sexually charged meal without saying a word.
Once the dishes had been cleared away, he stood and came around to her chair. Offering her a hand, he said, "Would you care to dance?"
She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor, watching the way the fabric of his slacks moved against his legs. She had to close her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. "Stop behaving like a sex starved teenager, damn it, " she chided herself.
Once on the dance floor, he wrapped his arm around her and took her hand with the other. Their closeness was their undoing. His hand caressed the small of her back as they moved. He leaned in close to her to whisper, "You look sensational tonight" in her ear. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. Her grip on his hand tightened, wanting to get him closer to her. She whispered, "Thank you. You look very handsome yourself," in his ear and smiled when she felt his grip tighten around her. When he pulled her tight against him, she could feel the affect she was having on him...hard against her thigh. She leaned back with a feline grin and one eyebrow raised. He seemed embarrassed for about a second, and then gave in to a similar grin saying, "I can't help it...this is what you do to me."
She leaned in closer, making sure to rub her thigh against his hardness, and with her lips against his ear, whispered, "You haven't seen what I can do to you yet." She smiled even wider when she heard his animal growl in her ear.