Octavia waited in front of the elevators, smoothing down the flowing peach skirt that fell just above her knees. It was her favorite skirt because it showed off her legs and the shape of her hips. The white blouse she chose to accompany it was sleeveless and made her feel sexy. The low whistle that reached her ears made her turn. A slow easy smile spread across her face and one word fell from her lips. "Marcus..."
Marcus strolled up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. It was the perfect way to greet his newfound princess. He didn't want to scare her off, but he also wanted to convey the fact that he was comfortable around her. Her intoxicating scent seemed to engulf him when he leaned in. Octavia smelled like a mixture vanilla and roses. Marcus found himself itching to get close to her, just to breathe in her essence again. But, for her sake, he would have to restrain himself. Everything would come to fruition in good time. He extended the crook of his arm out to his lovely date. Octavia looked down at her feet briefly, as if she was embarrassed, then she brought her arm under Marcus', resting her hand on his forearm. They walked out of the hotel together, each wondering what the night would bring.
Octavia took in Marcus' appearance. He was dressed in a pair of nice black slacks that looked impeccable on him. The dark blue shirt that he wore brought out the blue of his eyes, making them seem more vibrant. He was gorgeous. Octavia could hardly believe that she was going to dinner with the handsome gentleman to her left. She worried that he saw her as being too young for him. She was younger than him and less experienced than most, but she knew that if he gave her a chance, she would try her hardest to please him.
She had the crazy desire to pull his hair out of the ponytail that it was always in and run her fingers through it. She longed to have it brush softly against her face as they lay intertwined, engaging in the most satisfying sexual encounter ever. But Octavia was not the one night stand type of girl. She wanted a relationship. She wanted happily ever after and although Marcus would contribute some great genes to any kids that he fathered, Octavia doubted that he would be willing to father her children. 'He has just gotten over his previous marriage, for heavens sake. Why would he want to jump into a serious relationship with me?' Octavia's brow furrowed as she tried to mentally shake herself back into reality.
Marcus looked over at his companion. She was thinking about something. Marcus tried to stifle his chuckle as he peered at her. She heard him though, and her head swung up, looking at him with wide eyes. Marcus felt his breath catch in his throat. Octavia had the most beautiful eyes and they seemed to invite him to fall into them and get lost. He stared back at her for a few more moments before regaining his train of thought. "A penny for your thoughts, Octavia."
Octavia felt the heat rush to her cheeks. What was she supposed to say? I was fantasizing about pleasing you? Yeah, right, like she was going to fess up to that. For all she knew, Marcus could be thinking of her as just a friend or as a little sister. Now was not the time for her to lay her feelings for him out on the table. "I..I was just trying to decide what I wanted for dinner."
Marcus smiled warmly at her. She was not a good liar. He could see that she wasn't being totally truthful when he looked down into the depths of her eyes. He chose to dismiss it and let her think that he believed her little story. "Well, you have plenty of time to think about that. We haven't even gotten to the restaurant yet. In the meantime, why don't you tell me about the rest of your day?"
While they walked to the restaurant, Octavia told him of the talks that she attended, becoming very animated when she discussed topics that particularly drew her in. Marcus could only smile. She was something, alright. He was just glad that she let him into her life. He was still contemplating what to do. Would he settle for just one night? Would she give him that night, knowing that he would be leaving the next day to go back to his life and she to hers? There probably wouldn't be much opportunity to get together in the future, with her planning her big move and all. Marcus sighed.
Marcus knew wanted to be in her life somehow. He didn't want Octavia to go back to Minnesota and forget about him. He desired to have her want to talk to him after the conference was over. She was someone he could talk to and not feel like she was looking down on him. It was something about her that he cherished.
They arrived at the restaurant where Marcus had made reservations. He made sure to have them seated somewhere where they could talk and have a somewhat romantic atmosphere. They took their seats in a secluded booth near the back of the restaurant. Octavia's smile as she looked at the table bathed in candlelight made all his efforts worth it. Marcus sat next to Octavia in the booth, not wanting to have to lean over the table to hear her. He also wanted to be able to luxuriate in her rosy, vanilla scent. She was intoxicating without even knowing it. Her hair was pulled up into some sort of bun, which left her neck bare. Marcus found himself wishing that he could lean over and suck on her neck, marking her as his.
