by Alana Jade
“What the fuck is he still doing here?” Adam whispers, before encouraging me inside.
After Adam closes the door, I let out a little laugh. “So much for being subtle.”
“I had no idea he was still here. He should have finished a few hours ago. I’ll have to speak to Lucy and find out why he’s staying after hours. Anyway, come here, you.”
For some unknown reason, I suddenly feel shy, unusually nervous as Adam smashes his mouth onto mine. I’m not sure why, maybe it’s because I’m looking at him in a different light now.
Putting it down to first-date nerves, I try to squash any concerns and simply enjoy Adam’s company.
I have no idea what I’m in for tonight, but I know it will be the best first date I’ve ever had.
Adam
The driver pulls up outside of the revolving restaurant, and I can see Georgia’s eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Have you never been here?” I ask.
“No. To the city… yes, of course. But not to this restaurant. I’ve always wanted to come.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat, then.”
I slide out of the car, straightening my tie before helping Georgia. She tries to gracefully slide out of the car, but her bare legs slide across the leather seats making a rather loud fart-like sound.
My driver, Tony, turns around to see what’s happened. I can’t help but burst out laughing while Georgia looks as though she wants the world to swallow her whole.
“I didn’t make the noise,” she mutters, flicking her head between Tony and me.
“Of course, Miss,” Tony politely answers.
He’s a great guy. Always on time. He’s only a part-time employee since I prefer to drive myself. But he’s on-call should I need him for clients or those nights when I don’t feel like driving, like tonight.
“Don’t apologize, Georgia. There’s no need.”
“I’m mortified. You know it was my legs on the seat, right. I can try and make the noise ag—” Georgia stops talking, her face now a lovely shade of crimson. Even if she were to try to recreate the sound, nine times out of ten, she wouldn’t be able to, and she’ll end up feeling worse, so I take the lead.
“There’s no need.” I laugh. “We both know what that was. Forget it. Now, let’s have a lovely evening.” I hold my arm out for her to take.
“Yeah, with no more fart noises,” she scoffs, before taking my arm.
By the time we arrive at the elevator, I can see she’s calmed down, her face returning to normal coloring.
This restaurant is usually busy on any night of the week. People need to book well in advance to dine here, but given I’ve known the maître d’ for many years and have helped his family, all I have to do is make a call, and a table is available for me.
As we walk into the restaurant, I glimpse at Georgia taking it all in. The glass walls, the tables sitting around the outside, the revolving restaurant each minute bringing us a new view. Even though I’ve been here many times, it never ceases to amaze me.
“Are you fine to sit in the revolving area? Or, if you prefer, I can ask to sit closer to the center.”
“Definitely the revolving bit, please.” She smiles.
That damn mouth of hers makes me go wild, but I tell myself over and over, I need to behave, so I can show Georgia how good a date with me can be.
I have to admit, if we were having dinner at home, I’d be all over her—before, during, and after the meal. So, it’s better we are out in public. I want to do this right from the start. Being all over her is not the way I want our relationship to begin, especially after everything she’s been through. So, I’ll have a cold shower later tonight and will focus on being a complete gentleman. Georgia deserves nothing less.
After we’re seated, the waitress brings us both food and drink menus.
Handing the drinks menu back instantly, I say to the waitress, “Tell Riccardo, Adam’s here. He’d like a bottle of the Yarra Valley Sauvignon Blanc from Australia. He’ll know which one I’m speaking about. One glass. We’ll also get a large Smiley Time mocktail for us to share.” Georgia doesn’t question the single glass for the wine, but there may come a time very soon when she will, which will make me uncomfortable as hell.
I almost slipped up on one occasion, nearly sipping some wine, and it wasn’t an accident. I’d had a hard day at work, went to the local bar and ordered a wine. I put the glass to my mouth and then remembered how hard it is to stay sober. After that night, I attended three meetings in a row and continue to attend meetings as often as I can. Being sober isn’t easy, but it’s well worth the effort I put into it daily. It’s difficult when I’m required to attend corporate events, but I feel I’m able to stop myself. At one of the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, I met a man who had been sober for over forty years, and he told me a trick to keep up my sleeve to help stop my mind from wandering to alcohol. It’s so simple but very effective, and I use it when the need arises.
“Oh, um… Adam. I’m happy with water,” Georgia says.
“A water for my beautiful date, too, please.” I beam at Georgia after the waitress leaves. “Don’t you drink wine?”
“I do, every now and then.”
“You’ll like this one. It’s a nice wine apparently with a deep fruity flavor.” I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine, gently rubbing my thumb across her knuckles.
“It’s beautiful here, Adam. Thank you for bringing me.” She tucks a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, fiddling with her locks on the other side.
“It’s my pleasure. I want to make sure you have an amazing first date.”
“So far, so good.” She giggles. Georgia opens the menu.
“Glad to hear. Tell me… do you eat all types of food? They serve three-course meals. If you check about halfway along, it will tell you what’s in each course. But everything here is good.”
Georgia closes the menu, placing it to the side. “I eat almost anything, besides capers… blah. So, go ahead, order for us both. I trust your judgment.” She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and places her chin on her hands.
She’s so sexy right now, she has no idea how much of a turn-on just being here with her is. I’m finding it hard to resist her right now and am angry at myself we didn’t stay home and order in Uber Eats.
Calm yourself, I tell myself over and over again.
When the waitress returns to the table, I order oysters for an appetizer, then the beef with mushrooms for entrée. The chocolate mousse will be a perfect way to end the meal.
Once the waitress has repeated the order, she leaves, and I can’t help but notice Georgia’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Aren’t oysters meant to be an aphrodisiac?” She giggles.
“Meant to be, but who knows if they work. I’m sure you will me know later?” I wiggle my eyebrows making her laugh.
“We’ll see, Mr. Cunningham. We’ll see.”
After Georgia asks me a little about my family, which countries have I visited, and what types of foods I’ve tried, I have to think carefully about the types of questions I want to ask her.
I didn’t tell her the full story about my parents, but enough so she knows what’s going on. I told her she’s more than welcome to come and meet my mother one day. I know how excited Mom will be if I bring a nice girl home to meet her. She hated Connie from the moment she met her, but Connie never had the time of day to sit and chat with Mom, even if she could understand what she was saying. At the time, I figured it was the difficult situation of her being in the nursing home, but looking back now, I know it was Connie simply being the bitch she’s well known for.
“What was it like working at the pizzeria?” I ask, feeling like a fool because I can’t think of anything else to ask Georgia right now.
“It was hectic but fun.” She starts smiling. “My boss was a great guy, and there were a whole bunch of fantastic people to work with.”
“So, you can make a mean
pizza, then?” I cheekily ask.
“Sure can. Monster meat, chicken surprise, or gourmet chicken with camembert were some of my favorites to make.”
“I like the sound of monster meat. You’ll have to make it for me one day.”
“Sounds good. Pizza nights are always fun.”
I think the double entendre went over her head.
Once our meals have been demolished, we sit back and enjoy the dessert that comes out. Somehow, Georgia ended up with a raspberry mousse while I got the chocolate. The waitress apologized profusely about the mix-up, but there wasn’t an issue.
“Would you like to try some of the chocolate one? It’s nice but sweet,” I offer.
“Sure. Want to try some of mine?” Georgia dips her spoon into her dessert offering it to me.
She watches as I take the spoon into my mouth closing my lips around it. The taste reminds me of Georgia’s lip gloss.
I offer the same to her, and watching her eat the small amount of mousse off my spoon has my cock fighting against the zipper of my pants. “Mmm… it reminds me of your lip gloss from earlier today.”
“Lip gloss?” she asks, tilting her head a little.
“You were wearing a raspberry lip gloss earlier?”
She starts to giggle, and this time I look at her confused.
“It wasn’t lip gloss. I had a few raspberry Tic Tacs in the elevator.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Well, that explains it then.”
We finish up, and Georgia mentions she wants to go a little closer to the glass to have a look at the view. While she does, I take a moment for my half-mast hard-on to cool down, then take care of the bill before joining her, glad she isn’t wanting to go much closer to the window than she already is. My heart can’t take it.
While my office is high up, I rarely walk over to the window and look down. I guess you could say I have a fear of heights. It’s not the being the up-so-high part, it’s the fear of something giving way and falling to my death.
Illogical? Yes.
But it’s a thought I can’t shake.
I slide my arms around her waist from behind, closing the gap between us. The restaurant has thinned out with minimal diners remaining, so I feel a little more daring with my public displays of affection for Georgia.
She places her hands on top of my mine and dips her head to the side, so we’re touching as we both watch the night lights of the city spin slowly.
I often wondered how people don’t get motion sickness at restaurants like this, but I guess that’s why they turn slowly, so you barely notice anything is actually moving.
Kissing Georgia’s shoulder, I whisper, “Want to head home?”
She nods. I take a step back from her, then hold her hand and lead her to the elevator. On the way down, I text Tony, knowing he isn’t likely to be too far away. He knows it is part of the contract to stay nearby and be prepared to pick me up at any time.
I have every intention of being a complete gentleman tonight as hard as it is. It’s been a wonderful date with a gorgeous woman.
As I expected, Tony’s waiting outside the entrance to the restaurant, and we slide into the vehicle. I can see Georgia making sure her skin doesn’t touch the leather seats this time, which makes me smirk to myself.
When we’re both are seated, Georgia grabs my hand with hers linking our fingers. We sit like this for most of the way back to my home. It’s only when I know we’re five minutes out, I twist in my seat facing her. I reach out and softly stroke the side of her face before leaning forward brushing her lips with mine.
She pulls back, her eyes darting several times toward Tony. But I simply smile. I trust Tony and know he will never say anything. I’m sure he’s seen much worse over his years of employment.
Once she relaxes, I kiss her again with slightly more force this time, and she leans back in the seat. I can feel the sexual tension between us as I slide my tongue along her lips asking her permission to open for me.
Before I know it, the car stops outside my house. Tony clears his throat, trying to gain my attention. I break the kiss twisting back while clearing my throat. Georgia gently wipes any misplaced lipstick from her lips before letting out a quiet chuckle, then pops open the car door and hops out. Sliding over, I get out behind Georgia and thank Tony for tonight.
I hold Georgia’s hand, keying in the pin number for the gate, then kiss the back of her hand as it slowly opens.
As the gates close, Georgia spins around, and the whites of her eyes are showing like she’s frightened.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, darting my eyes back and forth.
I need to add more lighting to this area of my driveway. I’ve never worried about it before, but now that Georgia lives here too, I should make sure it’s installed.
“I heard the bushes rustling,” she whispers, looking at where she thought she heard the noise.
“It’s likely the neighbor’s cat. It was in the bushes near your place the other day, too.”
“Oh,” she replies and turns back to walk up the long driveway with me.
We step to her door, and she places her key in the lock, clicking it open.
“Thank you for an amazing first date, Adam.” She beams, looking down at her purse.
“You’re welcome.”
I lean in to kiss her again. As tempting as it is to push her through the open door and up against a wall, I resist, giving her a light kiss goodnight. I can tell she wants more, it kills me to cut her off, but it’s what’s best for now.
Looking over my shoulder as I walk toward my back door, I almost trip over the corner of Georgia’s garden in the process. I hear her little giggle as I reach my door, keying in my number to open my door, so I give her a wave before closing the door behind me.
Smiling like the Cheshire cat, I can’t help it. It was a wonderful first date for Georgia, but shit, it was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on, and I’ve been on my fair share.
If this is only the beginning, I’m excited for what’s to come.
Georgia
Watching as Adam closes the door to his house, I stand there stunned. I don’t know if I was expecting him to ask to come inside tonight or what? But after the kiss in the car, I was expecting a little more than a peck on the lips goodbye.
Do I feel ripped off? Maybe a little.
Do I want to walk to his place right now to rip that suit off his hot body? Fuck, yeah.
Maybe it’s for the best, though. Go nice and slow. Get to know one another first is always a good road to travel.
I walk inside my home, thinking about the events of the night.
Perhaps I didn’t kiss him back with as much enthusiasm as I should have?
I’m sure I did.
He left me breathless when the car suddenly stopped at the gates.
Was it me getting startled by a damn cat that turned him off?
Dropping my purse on the table before removing my jacket, I drop it on top of my purse as a surge of courage washes over me. Before I realize what I am doing, I’m marching out my front door and walking straight over to Adam’s back door.
The wind is cool, noticeably blowing as if a storm is brewing. It catches me off guard when I feel tiny goosebumps forming on my arms.
Not worrying about knocking, I key in the pin code. The door opens startling Adam, who’s standing in his stark white kitchen.
“Georgia,” he exclaims. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to leave the night like that? After what happened in the car?” My heart is pounding against my rib cage, but I can’t stop myself. I walk straight up to Adam, place my hands on his face kissing him with as much passion as I can muster.
His hands rub up and down my back before one cups my neck while the other rests on my waist. I melt into his hand that’s splayed out on my neck, relaxing into the kiss.
My hands leave his face, slowly moving down his neck to his chest. I’ve been wanting to feel Adam’s chest for such a lon
g time, and now is my chance. I flatten one hand instantly feeling the ripple of muscles under his shirt. It’s not too much muscle, just enough to know he works out.
His hand on my waist slides around, eventually cupping my butt, startling me.
I break the kiss but smirk. He turns me around as if we’re dancing, then lifts me onto the island bench before clutching at my ass and pulling me forward, his hips now forcing my legs apart in one motion. The coolness of the white stone bench on my bare legs sends shivers up my spine. I can feel the tingles starting to build.
The skirt of my dress rides up a little more than I like. I feel exposed, but I’m face to face with Adam, and he starts to kiss me again, which means seconds later, I’ve forgotten all about how unladylike this position is.
He runs the side of his hand down then up my arm as his tongue battles with mine. My eyes squeeze tight as I worry if I open them, then this may all be a dream.
Pulling back from the kiss, Adam runs the back of his finger up and down my face. “Georgia, open your eyes.”
I do as I’m asked.
“Are you sure about this?” he mutters, eyeing off my lips. “We can stop at any time.”
I nod. Adam wastes no time in trailing kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. This time my eyes are open, fixated on what Adam is doing. There’s something sexy about a guy kissing your neck and sending tingles to all sorts of places.
Not sure where this friendship is heading, but hoping I’m making the right move, I bring my fingers to the buttons of his shirt, slowly working my way down the line, each one exposing a bit more of his tanned skin than the one before.
Once I arrive at the bottom of his shirt, I realize I can’t reach the very last button, so I bunch the shirt up in my hand and bring it closer to me. After unbuttoning it, I slowly push Adam’s shirt down his arms, and I almost drool at how sexy his body is underneath all that covering.
This feels too good to be true.
Why would such a hot guy want plain, old me?
Adam looks up at me, and for a second, I worry I’ve taken it a step too far before he gives me a sly smile and grabs at my ponytail holder, releasing my hair. I flick my head around a few times helping it move from its restricted position.
