by Anna Wells
They arrived at a door that the maitre’d held open for them. “After you,” he told them. As they walked into the room Michaela realized they had entered a private dining room that held only one table placed in a cozy corner, adjacent to a fireplace. The setting was intimate and elegant and must be outrageously expensive. She was feeling a little stunned as the maitre’d graciously held the chair out to be seated. She and Jordan sat adjacent to each other on the corner table affording both of them a view of the fireplace.
“Mr. Marsh, can I bring you and the lady a beverage to start?”
Jordan nodded. “Yes, I think the lady and I would like to start with some champagne. We’ll have the 2002 Perrier-Jouët Rosé Fleur de Champagne.”
“Very good, sir,” the maitre’d said, exiting the room quickly and discreetly.
Not being able to hold back a second longer Michaela said, “A private dining room? Jordan you’ve gone to so much trouble, this must cost a fortune.”
Jordon shrugged. “I think you’re worth it and this is our first date. I wanted it to be special.”
Michaela smiled. She was pleased even though she thought he might be taking out a second mortgage on his home to pay for this dinner. “Well, this is pretty special. I wasn’t expecting anything like this. I don’t want you going into debt over this meal.”
He laughed. “I think I can manage dinner without going into debt.” It was so sweet of her to be concerned about this dinner being a big expenditure for him. It had been so long since he had been concerned about how much he spent. He wasn’t about to tell her that the champagne he ordered retailed at $300.00 and was probably going to cost $600.00 in the restaurant.
Michaela tilted her head to one side and asked, “You come here quite a bit, don’t you? The maitre’d seemed to know you on sight.”
Jordan shrugged again as if it was nothing significant. “I frequently bring clients here for work.”
She peered at him from across the table. “I guess that explains why you seem so comfortable and at home in these expensive surroundings. You know ever since last night I’m seeing different sides to your personality that I never saw before.”
He seemed sort of surprised, “Really? What different sides are those?”
“Okay, shall we start at the beginning? First there is intense sexual animal Jordan.”
He couldn’t help but interrupt asking with interest, “You think I’m an intensely sexual animal?”
She laughed. “Yes, but don’t let it go to your head. It was quite a surprise because it didn’t seem to go with the funny, easy going Jordan I know.”
His voice lowered sensually. “But you like that unexpected side of me, don’t you?” His had reached over and grabbed her hand and began to slowly stroke her palm with his thumb.
Her breath caught and she felt oddly excited at his gentle touch. “I do like it, a lot.”
“So what other side of me is new to you?”
“Hmmm, the second one is the most disturbing. It’s the controlling methodical planner. Again, doesn’t fit with the easy going Jordan I know.”
He leaned forward in his chair and looked at her intensely in the eyes. “Michaela, that part of me shouldn’t scare you. I just knew what I wanted and it was you.”
She couldn’t help but be affected by his stare and the continued stroking of her palm. She felt like she was being seduced all over again, but God knew that he didn’t need to seduce her. He already had her. “I think it both scares and excites me, which brings me to the third side of you I’ve never seen before.”
He looked almost startled. “There is another side of me you’ve discovered?”
“Yes, angry Jordan. He’s very scary and had me quaking in my bathrobe.”
He looked unapologetic as he lifted his hand and began to stroke her jaw. “Michaela, of course I was angry, you were trying to dump me.”
Trying to ignore his sensual caress she said, “Yeah well I just never saw you lose it before.”
“Well, I only lose it when something really matters to me. Do you get that?”
She gave him a half smile and said ruefully, “I don’t know how you just did that, but you just turned losing your temper with me into a compliment. Okay so my point is this…. less than twenty-four hours ago we had sex for the first time and since then I’ve seen three different sides to you that I’ve never seen before.”
His hand moved to grab her hair gently but firmly forcing her head back. He leaned in until his mouth was almost touching hers. He gently took a nip at her lower lip before saying, “That’s because sex changes everything. Isn’t it great?” Not waiting for her to answer his mouth covered hers in a deep penetrating kiss. She felt his tongue enter her mouth taking possession in the aggressive manner that she beginning to realize was a big part of his nature that he had carefully hidden from her.
The sound of the door opening broke them apart. A waiter entered discretely clearing his throat while wheeling in a small cart that carried a bottle of champagne, glasses and an ice bucket.
“My name is Sean, I'm your server today.” As he spoke he adeptly opened the champagne and poured their glasses. Handing them menus, he quickly informed them of the day’s specials and then just as quickly disappeared to let them decide on their meal.
Trying to collect herself after their passionate kiss, Michaela glanced down at the menu. The prices were astronomical she thought, but Jordan must know that if he had been here before. Taking a sip of her champagne she whispered, “It’s really expensive here, are you sure you’re okay with this place?”
Jordan smiled before saying dryly, “Michaela you don’t have to whisper, we’re in a private dining room so nobody can hear you. And yes I am okay with it. Remember we’re on our first date and I’m trying to impress you. So stop worrying, okay?”
She responded by giving him a broad grin. “Okay, I’m suitably impressed and I think you may get lucky tonight.”
“Quit teasing me, you tramp,” he responded in the same playful manner. “So what are you having? I thought we could order off the Value Menu.”
She laughed enjoying the easy humor they normally shared. “Are there fries with that? Seriously, what do you recommend, it looks like you’ve been here a number of times.”
“Everything is excellent. I’ve never had anything here I didn’t like but I would like to suggest the Chef’s Signature Menu.”
“Hmmm sounds interesting, tell me more.”
“It’s five courses of the chef’s special selections of the day with wine paring with each course. What do you say?” His voice was persuasive.
She nodded. “That sounds amazing, but when do we find out what we’re eating?”
“As the waiter brings the courses, and of course you just let the waiter know beforehand if you have any allergies or food aversions.”
Jordan was still holding her hand. The simple intimate touch was slightly distracting and sent a slight shiver down her spine. It was hard to make the mental leap from friend to lover. It all seemed so sudden. Bringing herself back to the conversation she said, “Oooh that sounds fun, let’s go with the Chef’s Signature Menu.”
The waiter entered their private dining area. “What can I get for you and the lady, Mr. Marsh?
“We’ve decided on the Chef’s Signature Menu.”
The waiter nodded approvingly. “Excellent choice, sir,” he said while whisking the menus away and then topping up their champagne glasses.
Jordon caught the waiter’s attention. “Sean, please give us some extra time before we start the first course. I think the lady and I would like to enjoy our champagne before we start our meal.
The waiter nodded once again. “Of course, Sir,” he said as he left the room.
Michaela picked up her glass, enjoying the taste of the champagne bubbles dancing on her tongue. She smiled at Jordan feeling overwhelmingly happy in the moment. His hand touched her thigh under the table, slowly moving upward until it reached the top of her st
ockings. His fingers played with the top of the lace.
He raised his brows inquiringly. “Are you wearing stockings and garters?”
She shook her head and giggled. “No garters, just stockings, they have a little elastic at the top to makes them stay up.”
“Let me see,” he demanded. “Move your chair, come a bit closer.”
“Jordan! We’re in a restaurant!”
“Don’t worry, it’s totally private in here,” he said as he moved his chair closer to hers. He leaned towards her pushing her dress up her thighs revealing the top of her lacy stockings. “Mmmm nice, Michaela. Very pretty and very sexy,” he said stroking her inner thigh forcing her legs slightly apart.
Her heart was beating wildly. She was shocked and excited that he was touching her thighs in the restaurant. She felt her nipples tightening, hardening in response. She squirmed in her chair as her core became slick with moisture.
His hand moved between her legs finding her black panties. He rubbed her through the black silk. The material was damp with her juices. “You’re wet for me already. Do you know what a turn on that is to find you already dripping for me?”
She felt slightly embarrassed as she looked into his eyes. “I can’t help it. It just happens.”
Jordan smiled sensually at her. “I love that you’re so ready for me. Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a turn on that you want me so much. I told you that before.” He pushed the silk fabric aside, sliding one finger in her slit. “Oh yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it Michaela.”
Michaela’s breathing increased and she could feel her heart pounding. She felt like she should tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. “Yes, it feels good.”
His finger left her and moved upward until it found her little nub. It was throbbing, excited and waiting for his touch. He began to rub her clit with one finger while he inserted a finger once again into her slit. “That feels even better, doesn’t it?”
She gave a little moan, her legs spreading wider to give his hand easier access. She moved her hips forward meeting his fingers as they moved in and out. “God it feels so good.”
With his other hand he held her glass of champagne out to her. “Please, have a sip, don’t worry I won’t stop.” She took the glass from him as he continued to stimulate her clit with his hand. His thumb continued to rub her little nub while two of his fingers were plunging in and out of her channel. She raised the glass to her lips feeling the cool champagne slide down her throat as Jordan played with her body. She felt his fingers prod and rub at her g-spot at the top of her vagina. She gasped as the arousal streamed through her body at his erotic touch.
“Have some more champagne. You don’t want it to get warm.” He urged in his low husky voice. He held the glass out to her again.
Without thinking she took the glass from him and downed the remaining contents. “Jordan, are you nuts? You’re going to make me come in the restaurant.” She squirmed against his hand. She was so turned on, but maybe it was time to put an end to this erotic foreplay. After all where could it possibly go?
He smiled devilishly in response. “Yes, I’m going to make you come in the restaurant. Just have some more champagne and enjoy.” He reached over with his free hand and topped up her glass that she still held tightly in her hand.
Okay, so those words just had the effect of turning her on even more. She moaned and then took a swig of champagne.
“Why don’t you squeeze your nipples through your dress? I think you’d like that too, don’t you?”
“I never do that sort of thing,” she said feeling a little overwhelmed by his demands.
“What sort of thing?” he asked while his hands never stopped their sensual stroking.
“Uh you know, touch myself.”
He looked at her and gave her a half smile. “Really? Why don’t you start?”
She found his low voice incredibly persuasive and did as he directed feeling powerless to do anything else. The hard pinch felt so good and she felt her channel clench even further in response to this additional stimulation. She had never touched herself in front of a man before, but for some reason with Jordan it felt right. Sexually he was getting her to explore and broaden her comfort zones. She felt her juices pour onto his hand as her excitement grew.
“That’s it sweetheart. Squeeze them some more. I can tell you like it, don’t be afraid. Let your body have what is wants,” he said as he began to rub her clit harder. “Let me know when you’re coming, I want to hear you say it.”
His fingers thrust deeper. Had he added a third one? Her head tilted back against her chair as she absorbed the sensations running through her body. All she could think about was coming. He placed his other hand at the top of her mound rubbing in circular motions while pressing hard in a downward movement. His touch set off more tingling sensations in her clit and she rotated her hips against his hand. She needed more! She squeezed her nipple again harder, cursing the fabric that separated her finger from bare skin. “Oh God Jordan, it feels too good.”
“Baby, I wish this was my cock inside you. I am so hard for you now.”
She lifted her head at his words and she felt herself begin to clench and vibrate. She looked into his eyes and said, “Jordan I’m coming.” She moaned as she said the last word feeling the orgasm over take her body.
Jordan slowly removed his fingers from her dripping slit. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off the juices. “A very tasty appetizer, I think it went perfectly with the champagne.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
She stood and straightened her dress and made sure her clothing was restored. She sat back down almost abruptly. Finally managing to speak, she said with a laugh, “Holy Shit Jordan! Who are you and what are you doing to me?”
He leaned back in his chair, grabbed his glass and took a sip of his champagne. “Good question. I’ve never done anything like this before, but for some reason you inspire me.”
She couldn’t help but notice his very obvious erection. “Um, are you okay?” she said with a pointed glance. She was tempted to reach over and stroke his hard cock as she admired it straining against his pants.
He smirked. “I’ll survive. I want to wait. Anticipation will make it that much sweeter and I really have a hankering for you on your kitchen table.”
She gave him her best serious look. “There’s something I need to know.”
He looked slightly concerned as he responded, “What is it?”
“Why didn’t you insist that we have sex sooner?”
He let go a deep rich laugh at her response. He grabbed both her cheeks and gave her a loud smooch. “Finally you’re catching up! You know I would’ve insisted sooner, but I wanted to you to be over Noah. Then I got stuck being the friend. It was a difficult position to resign from.”
“Well I gotta tell you, when a guy doesn’t hit on you in a certain amount of time, you just assume he is ‘not that into you’.”
“I guess you’ve realized that I’m really into you.”
“Oh yeah,” she said with a swift exhale.
At that moment the waiter entered the dining room reminding Michaela that they could have been caught in their indiscrete behavior had he arrived a few minutes earlier. The thought was both disturbing and exciting.
Sean, the waiter, placed their plates in front of them. “Please enjoy the roasted golden beets with goat cheese and arugula,” he said as he poured the selected matching wine. “The wine selected is a Late Harvest Vidal. Enjoy.” Sean exited the room as discretely as he had arrived.
Michaela bit her lip before saying, “Eating seems rather anti-climactic now doesn’t it?”
Jordan laughed again; this is why he loved her. “It better not, I’m paying a helluva lot for this meal!”
She narrowed her eyes. “Didn’t you say money wasn’t a problem?”
He reached over and tugged one of her curls. “Anything for you curly top.”
“Did I mention how much I
love goat cheese?” she said as she dug into her appetizer. “So how’s work going?” she asked in an effort to re-establish some normalcy to their conversation.
He inclined his head as he chewed. “Work is good, in fact I don’t think things could be better in the e-commerce world. I think that ECOM Works Inc. has really established itself as a leader in the market. We’ve formed partnerships with most of the big retail chains and are implementing our secure payments systems on their websites. Our payment system is one of the most secure in the world.”
“That’s great, are you still in a sales role?” she asked wondering why she didn’t know more about his job.
“I guess you can call it a sales role. I certainly represent the company’s products to all possible vendors,” he said shrugging.
“Do you still like your job or do you ever think of moving to another company.”
An odd expression crossed his faced before he answered, “I think I’ll be staying with ECOM for a while. I’m quite attached to it.”
“Well I can’t say the same about my firm. Actually it’s not the firm’s fault, it’s mine.” She waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “I should’ve never become an accountant. I went into accounting because I was good with numbers so it never occurred to me to do anything else, but to tell you the truth I hate every minute of it.”
Jordan looked startled at her sudden revelation. “I didn’t realize you were that unhappy. Why don’t you go back to school? Make a career change?”
Michaela gave a grimace. “Easier said than done, isn’t it? Changing careers would be a big financial hardship. Unfortunately, like everyone else, I have bills to pay.”
“Do you know what you want to do?”
She gave him a self-deprecating smile. “Well there’s the tricky part. I think I want to run a small business. You know, where you have your hands involved in everything, but I’m just not sure what type of business that is yet.”
“You certainly have the business degree to back up any venture you’d want to pursue.”
She nodded. “I’m thinking of going to a trade show on franchises and exploring what opportunities are out there. I’m hoping I’ll find something I’m interested in or at least get some ideas.”
