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Chapter 33
We leave the bar and walk out to the near-deserted street. It seems all the shops have closed for the night, and even the last stragglers of the downtown commuters have managed to escape the usual bustle. Alex continues talking as we slowly walk toward the restaurant. I enjoy the long-missed attention he gives me I wonder if he’d mind if I held his hand? I’d
like to.
The restaurant is impressive. The décor has the appeal of an Italian garden restaurant; with small intimate tables isolated from each other by wonderful greenery sprouting from the surrounding planters. The soft ethnic music in the background adds just a perfect ambiance for an intimate dinner with a special companion. I wonder if I can chalk this up as a date?
We’re escorted to a table set off into a far corner, very secluded and deliciously intimate. The waiter has chosen well, and I’ll reward him with a nice tip in response to his foresight.
The table is covered with a delightful checkered tablecloth; like you’d see in a small family kitchen, and the wooden high-backed chairs are comfortably padded with matching fabric. It feels homey.
Alex holds my chair for me as we arrive at the table. I’m a little stunned by the gesture. No man has shown such chivalry and manners toward me forever, and I thank him for being such a gentleman. He beams at my compliment.
Dinner is a splendid blend of sensational food and the most stirring conversation I’ve had in ages. We both have the lasagna, and it’s spiced to perfection. I watch Alex as we eat. The impeccable manners, the entrancing looks, and the way he manipulates his fork with those wondrous fingers.
He’s so d**n handsome.
I see his tongue reach for a strand of cheese dangling from his fork. I can’t help but let my mind wander and drift in visions of where I’d love that swirling tongue to touch me. I avert my eyes as a ripple of desire tingles from head to toe. I can feel my nipples tighten. It’s been quite a time since a man’s had that effect on me, and I savor the sudden urges.
As we finish the last morsels of the lasagna, the conversation turns more intimate. Alex is truly a gentle and sharing soul who has no reservations whatsoever about pouring out his feelings to me. I love a man who can express himself, and especially as eloquently as Alex. He’s not the least stingy or shy with compliments either. As the empty dishes are removed from the table, I’m feeling wonderful.
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We both pass on the dessert menu as we enjoy an after-dinner coffee, sharing the last of the garlic bread. Our conversation is now so intimally easy and candid that I’m in a state of total relaxation. Alex has me laughing, and often. I completely abandon my earlier foul mood.
My hand rests beside my cup as I tell Alex a few snippets of my current situation. That’s when his hands reach for mine, and he wraps my hand in his. The sudden warmth of his touch sends another twinge of arousal shooting through me. He’s perfect. I’m h**y,
“If there’s anything I can do for you Rita, don’t hesitate to a. deep into my eyes with those beautifully soft hazel eyes.
ne says so sincerely, looking
Oh jesus I’m so tempted to tell him exactly what he could do to me, but I don’t. Tipsy as I was earlier, a line like that would’ve had me snorting for a ‘sport f**k’, but the alcoholic effects have long worn thin, and I’m thinking logically. As much as I want to, I can’t bring myself to openly admit how much I want him. Why is that?
“I’ll be fine Alex, but thank you for being a caring friend” I reply quietly, my thoughts filling with regrets at all the time I’ve wasted trying to salvage relationships with callous men. Where were guys like Alex then?
Alex squeezes my hand tighter in his.
We’re on our second cup of coffee when he mentions he has to think about getting home soon, something about feeding his cat. I tell him we can leave at any time, and he calls the waiter for the bill. I dig in my purse for my portion, plus a generous tip.
“I’ll get it Rita, my treat tonight”
“Thanks, Alex, but I think I’d like to at least cover my share. I’d feel a lot better about it” and I place a small pile of bills on the table.
“Oh…well ok then,” he replies, and I sense a little disappointment in his voice. I hope I
haven’t offended him somehow.
The waiter is all smiles as he picks up the bill, and notices the generous tip.
As we leave the restaurant, Alex says, “I hope this doesn’t sound like…well weird or anything…but would you like to come back to my apartment for a drink…or something?”
I certainly don’t need another drink, but I’m more than interested in something.
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“Well… I begin to anticer, only to be quickly interrupted.
I don’t want you to think I’m putting the make on you or anything like that, itx just…well….I’ve been a little lonely since I moved here, and I’d appreciate the company mean only if you want to the desperation shows in his voice.
I don’t relish the idea of going home to an empty house either, and I suppose that’s why ! quickly consider his offer. I do enjoy his company, and I’m a s**r for someone lonely. I know that emotion well. Besides, would it be so bad if he wer tracted to me?
“Well ok, but I don’t have a car, so you driving?
I can see his face light up from my response, and he replies, “Unfortunately mines in the shop at the moment, but I’ll be happy to get us a cab. I don’t live too far
The cabbie must have had a slow night too, as she grabs on endlessly to Alex’s apartment. The grating cackle of her voice is annoying to the nth degree, and I’m quite positive someone had her in mind when they coined the phrase ‘motor-mouth. I’m so thankful that Alex does indeed live quite close.
We’re greeted at the opened apartment door by the most adorable little kitten I’d seen in ages, and crying loudly for attention. Alex scoops her into his arms and introduces her to me as Liberty. I tease a finger at the little ball of orange fluff, and I’m rewarded with a small paw batting eagerly at the movement.
Alex continues to hold the kitten as he invites me to enter the kitchen. We talk about
nothing in particular as he prepares a small dish of food for the kitten. I like him even more, having a genuine soft spot for people who display such affection toward animals, I can’t help but think about him pampering my p**y. Would he? What made me think that?
With the kitten digging into its supper, Alex invites me to sit in the living room, as he gets us some wine.
I wander into the large room, noting the extremely spartan furnishings.
There’s a large stereo set on a black stand near the middle of the far wall. I’m amazed at not seeing a television set. A very small white futon sits opposite. Beside the stereo is a small table, and it’s littered with a jumble of pictures, most of which I assume are Alex’s family, As I look over the pictures I see Alex standing beside two people who are surely his parents, and
a beautiful young woman. I look closer and see the resemblance of the delicate facial features of all of them. He has a sister, and a gorgeous one indeed.
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His mother has the same graceful beauty as her daughter, and I can see many of her fine
features in Alex. She’s very beautiful. His father is handsome enough, but he has a decidedly cold and stern look about him.
Perhaps he’s just not the photogenic type.
There’s but one small print on the wall, and other than that, the living room is empty. I’m scanning the large selection of CDs on a little rack beside the stereo, and it’s an impressive collection that encompasses a wide variety of music. I note some titles and nod in
appreciation of his good taste. No rap crap here.
“Excuse the furnishings, but I just haven’t had time to do any shopping for more furniture”
“Hey, it’s comfortable enough,” and I accept the offered glass of wine, a very nice zinfandel.
I note he’s lost the jacket and tie, and I see a few stray hairs poking from the opened collar. I like the relaxed look of him.
“You feel like listening to some music?” he asks.
“Sure, just put on whatever you like”
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