She’s smiling, but it's not her usual smile. It’s not going all the way to her eyes.
“Not exactly. That was pretty much made clear when we were in Miami.”
I was never one for the limelight, but I had been to a hell of a lot less parties since Sara moved in. As much as I enjoyed the deals I was able to make, that scene can get real old, real quick.
“Ok, then, I’ll meet you at your office, and we’ll leave for home at five?”
She grimaced at me.
“Six?” She smiles.
I’ve created a monster.
We getout of the car at the restaurant and the paparazzi are there, cameras at the ready.
Sara tenses up like she’s been prone to do on the rare occasion we have gone out since she made the big move. Normally, they only bother if I go on a rare date with a celebrity or model.
Okay, I know how dickish that just sounded.
I get out first, then hold my hand out for her. She climbs out and grips onto my hand. Maybe I should have held off on the engagement announcement. The PR team sent it out quicker than I thought. I guess everyone in the building knew it was a foregone conclusion.
I kiss her knuckle, give her a reassuring smile, then get her into the restaurant as quickly as possible.
We get seated straight away by the hostess. It's one of my favorite places in the city. I hold her chair out for her like the gentleman I am, and she smirks at me like only someone you’ve already got comfortable with can. It’s the ‘you don’t do this at home’ smirk.
Of course, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never lived with a woman before.
Sara looks gorgeous tonight. I was tempted on the car ride over to slide my hand up her skirt, but I can guarantee we wouldn’t be sitting here ordering our food if I had. She even made me get ready in one of the spare bedrooms. She has quickly and quietly started taking over my house, our house, and I love it.
She sips her wine, and I know I’m not the only one wishing we were in a more private place.
Our food arrives, and we talk about everything, other than work, and again I love it. Even though I knew it was a foregone conclusion that Sara would become my wife, it still made me nervous. Sara has already warned me this is going to be small.
And that is music to my ears. We could fly up to Vegas one weekend with Catherine and Bryan for all I care.
“Is everything okay?” Asks Sara, running her foot up my leg.
“Everything is great. Just thinking about us getting married.”
She laughs and sips her wine, continuing to run her foot up my leg.
“I’m excited too.”
I groan and grab hold of her foot as she gets higher up my thigh.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“Who says I can’t?”
Oh, Sara..
She moves her foot again, only because I’m letting her, and she knows it.
“Because I don’t want to come in my pants like some horny teenager.”
This just makes her increase the pressure.