“Now tell me Alexa, what’s holding up your stockings? Are you the garter type?”
I cross my legs under the table. This is getting too personal for me, but I don’t want to be a prude.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
James gives me a wolfish grin. He likes my answer.
“Now, let me ask the most important question: when it comes to leather, are you vegan or a true-blue leather wearer?”
I’m tickled that James can pull off saying true-blue leather wearer like a pro.
“Is there such a thing as vegan leather?” I ask.
“Of course there is,” James winks at me.
Our dinner comes and I can’t help myself. I do all the sexy moves I know for eating Italian food. It’s crazy but you really can sexualize your food.
“I’ve never seen anyone do that with a bread stick,” James says.
I just laugh and finish eating my breadstick as cool as a cucumber because James is onmyturf now. I take off my stilettos and run my toes up James’ legs. It’s my favorite move- I like to see what reaction I get.
James surprises me and grabs my foot and starts to press on the bottom of my feet with his thumbs. I’ve never had this reaction before. Interesting . . .
I take back my foot and finish my meal. James is getting cocky and doesn’t cover up the fact that he is staring at my breasts. I never wear a bra on my dates. I have perky breasts and I like to show them off.
The waiter takes our dishes and I decide that now is the time to make the big announcement.
“James, we got a little carried away tonight, I admit. But I have to tell you that I never date a person that I’m going to work with.”
James takes a sip of his wine and puts the glass down slowly.
“I’m usually the same way, but I’ve got to tell you that I can’t get you off of my mind.”
“I’m shocked to hear that.”
I wait to say anything else. I want this to settle in.
“Shocked?”
“Not many men will actually admit that to me.”
“I’m not just any man.”
“I’m sure you’re not.”
Reaching up into my hair, I slip off the hair tie that’s holding back my hair. I want to give James the full effect of me. I shake out my hair so that it falls past my shoulders and lick my lips, giving James a sexy smile.
“Let’s do something for that obsessive dirty mind of yours. I know what you’re thinking James, and I’d like to do something about that.”
James raises his hand and snaps his fingers.
“Check.” James shouts to the waiter who’s standing at the back restaurant wall.
James throws down his Visa and then pulls my chair out so that I can get up. He grabs my hand and rushes me out of the restaurant.
“Is my place okay with you?”
“Perfect,” I say.
I love a man who takes charge.