Glenda came into the dining room at a perfect time and I handed her the lilacs that had been on the table, she took care of them right away.
“I’ve noticed that you’re new to the neighborhood. I meant to come over and introduce myself a few times but got busy around my place and lost track of time.” He stated, the way he smiled at me made my knees weak, his white teeth showing off. His brown eyes staring into my blue eyes, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I didn’t want him to think that I was weird but I had a hard time looking away from him.
We sat there for a moment of silence and I wondered where the food was. I didn’t want the cooks to wait too long to bring the food out but I didn’t want him to think that he had to eat and run either.
“You have a beautiful dining room.” He looked around and nodded his head, keeping his smile on his face.
“Thank you, my father bought it for me. He has better taste than what I thought he had.” The words came out of my mouth without even thinking and I closed my eyes tightly.
I heard him laugh and when I opened my eyes I saw him shake his head at me. He looked at me as if he had seen my kind many times before and I didn’t know how I was going to save this conversation from going downhill.
“Yes, I would say he has good taste.” Mr. Wayward reached for his glass of water and took a few sips of it.
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I have my own job and I pay my own way. I’m a model for the summer, fall and winter magazine called ‘Fashionable Wear’” I told him, glad to see that he was impressed with what I did for work.
“That’s funny, I thought that you were an accountant.” He laughed, his laugh was so carefree I could tell that it wasn’t fake. When he laughed I couldn’t help but laugh myself, it was contagious and I was finally on the same page when it came to work.
I looked around after fifteen minutes of talking I couldn’t believe that our dinner still hadn’t made it out to the dining room yet. I was hungry and I knew that he had to be.
Just as I was about to get up to find out what was taking so long one of the cooks came out with our plates, I could see the steam still coming off the food so I was at least happy that the food was still hot.
I stared at the cook, thinking he was going to apologize for being late with the food but when I looked at Mr. Wayward he was smiling at me, I could tell that he was challenging me silently to say something but I kept my mouth shut. He found it amusing that I was impatient about the food being late!
“Sorry, you have to forgive me but when I’m hungry I’m not willing to keep waiting,” I told him, feeling my face grow red.
“It’s alright, I think that it’s cute. I can tell that you’re slightly upset but you’d rather keep it to giving the looks than to come out and say something to disrupt our evening.” He nodded his head, picking up his fork.
I laughed, without knowing me he told me exactly how I was feeling inside and I hadn’t said a single word.
“You’re different than the women that I’ve been out with before. I have to be honest, I thought that you were going to be stuck on yourself, that you were going to be bossy and pushy like the others but you’ve surprised me.” He continued to compliment me, I didn’t say anything as I picked up my fork and started on my potatoes first.
As we ate we continued to talk and I forgot that I had asked Glenda to stay in earshot in case things didn’t work out. I forgot that anyone was around us, it was easy to talk with him, remembering that I had a hard time that morning when Glenda told me I should just invite him over for dinner. I didn’t know what I had been so scared of but Mr. Wayward didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all, he didn’t act as if he was too good to be at the same table as me.
Chapter 6
When I told her she was different, I wasn’t lying. I was surprised that the evening was going so well. She was dressed nicely and I could tell that she had picked out the outfit herself, that it was one of her favorites. She didn’t say anything about the way I was dressed, it wasn’t even brought up in conversation.
I watched her mouth as she talked, already wondering how soft and sweet her lips would feel on mine. Looking down her body I saw her long neck that I could leave a trail of kisses on and then I looked down at her chest, the top of her dress was tight, just like any woman’s but I could see that her tits were firm and that she had made sure she wore a dress that made them push against each other to show what she had without looking cheap.
I saw the mini bar when I first walked into the room but I wasn’t up for a drink, the water was nice and cool and it was a good touch to have a pitcher of water sitting in the middle of the table. Most women didn’t think of things like that. They would just order more waters by ringing a small bell that they had beside them.
When I looked at the table and saw that she didn’t have a small bell I knew that it was going to be different than any dinner date I’d ever been on and I was right.
The way Ms. Evans talked, her voice was soft and sweet towards me. I had seen the way she looked at the cook but than I would’ve done the same thing if they were late bringing in dinner when I had invited a guest to my home. I was already thinking about having another date with her, only this time I would be the one to ask her.
As the hours ticked on I didn’t catch myself looking at the clock once, we talked about what kinds of food we really liked and the foods that made us want to throw up. We talked about the things that we liked to do and I knew right off that I was going to ask her to go to the beach with me the next day, hoping that she didn’t have to work. I know that I didn’t have anything planned and if luck was going my way the way it had been all night than she would be with me all day tomorrow soaking up the sun.
I didn’t realize how late it was getting until Glenda came into the dining room, she cleared her throat because Ms. Evans couldn’t see her standing behind her.
“I wanted to know if you wanted anything else from me this evening,” Glenda stated when Ms. Evans turned around.
We both looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. I was surprised that I stayed so long. Even after a younger maid came to take our plates I was still drinking water and lost in conversation with Ms. Evans. We had more in common than what I thought we were going to. As I got up from the table I realized it was the first time that I didn’t bother coming up with an excuse because I didn’t think the dinner was boring.
“I’m sorry Glenda, I didn’t realize how late it was. No, you can head off to bed and I will see you in the morning. I’m going to see Mr. Wayward out.” Ms. Evans stated, and we both watched her leave the dining room.
“I didn’t mean to keep you up. I guess we both lost track of time.” I looked at Ms. Evans and followed her to the door.
“Don’t be sorry, I had a wonderful time with you tonight Mr. Wayward.” She replied, opening the door for me.