I was wearing a hole in my hardwoods as I paced. Dinner was ready. The
lasagna stayed warm in the oven. My dining room table was set. The
silver candle holders sparkled as the candles sat waiting to be lit.
The wine glasses gleamed in preparation of the wine that chilled in
the fridge. And if Rene didn’t get here soon, I was going to need
something stronger than wine to calm my jittery nerves.
I looked around the room at the scene of seduction. I caught a glimpse
of myself in the oversized mirror that leaned against the wall. I was
the star of this scene. I wore a practically sheer white jersey dress
minus the bra and the panties. Six inch silver sandals adorned my
feet. You are so ridiculous, I thought.
I knew how to create a scene worthy of the most cheesy chick flick,
but how do you get someone to commit when you’ve already rejected
their proposal? How does that scene look?
I looked at the time. She had just landed. I sighed deeply. It felt as
though time had stopped. I was nervous. Me. Nervous. About her. What
an uncomfortable feeling. I didn’t like this at all…
When the doorbell rang, I was in no rush to answer. I knew it would be
at least another hour before Rene arrived…But who the hell was
trying to disturb my groove?
Behind my big oak door stood Rene holding a bouquet of callalilies.
She was smiling, but the smile seemed forced, it never reached her
eyes. She held out her arms and I very willingly slid into the
welcoming space. Her free hand rubbed my back and glided down my body.
I felt her cheeks grow against mine. Something had sparked a genuine
smile. When I pulled back from her, she had a devilish gleam in her
eyes.
“Give me my flowers,” I said smiling while reaching for them. When I
turned to walk away from her, I heard a low whistle coming from her
direction.
“You’re trying to kill me.” She was leaning against my bar watching me
move around the kitchen. Her eyes were low, but I didn’t know if it
was from fatigue or desire.
“I’m not trying to kill you. Maybe torture you a little bit.” I winked
at her as I put the vased flowers onto the table. I lit the candles
and there was instant romance. I grabbed the bottle of wine from the
fridge and handed it with the opener to Rene. “Make yourself useful.”
I removed the lasagna from the oven to the table.. It had turned out
perfectly. If I was lucky this would be the first of many candlelight
dinners for us. Once I had the salad on the table, Rene poured the
wine.
“How’s everything with Rustin?” I asked.
“As well as can be expected. He is in good spirits, the rest of us…”
She shrugged. “He’s not taking this seriously. And his lawyer…” She
paused and shook her head.
“What about him?”
“Nothing.” A look passed over her face. Guilt, maybe? Did she feel
guilty for being here with me instead of working on her brother’s
defense? If he didn’t care why should she? “Tonight is about us. I
don’t want to dwell on this anymore.” She reached across the table and
took my hand. “I missed you.” her face was softer now. Her eyes were
bright.
“And I missed you…” I blushed a bit as my dimples popped out. “I
have some things planned for us over the weekend…You are staying
right?” I hadn’t considered the possibility of her heading to her own
place. I started to panic. If she went home, my perfect weekend would
be ruined.
“Is that an invitation?” She had a huge smile on her face. She was
enjoying my discomfort a bit too much, but I was going to let it slide
this time.
“You don’t need an invitation. Maybe a key, but not an invitation.” A
key? Where did that come from? Me and my big mouth! When I saw the
look in Rene’s eyes, I knew that had been the right thing to say.
“A key? Wait…Does this mean…? Rebel.” She scrunched up her face.
“Did you change your mind? I mean, about us?” Leave it to her to get
straight to the point.
“Yes…I…Uh…” She was rubbing my hand with her thumb and I had
forgotten every word I had ever known. Its her thumb! Calm your hot
ass down!
“Spit it out, Rebel.” So much for her making this easy. I took a deep
breath and ignored the sensation of her stroking thumb.
“Rene, I love…Being with you. I want this…Us…To be a permanent
thing.” I felt foolish. My words came out sporadically. It was smooth.
It was awkward. I felt awkward. I looked at my empty wine glass
willing it to refill itself so I could have something to do with my
hands.
“Ok.” she said and then shoveled her last piece of lasagna in her
mouth. I waited for the bomb to drop. A full minute passed before I
realized there was none.
“Let me take your plate…” I stood and leaned over the table. When I
reached for her plate, she grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me to
her. I stood between her legs. Her eyes were focused on mine. What was
she trying to tell me?
I climbed into her lap, straddling her. Her hands slid around my waist
and cupped my ass. I leaned in, connecting her lips wirth mine. I
coaxed her lips open, sliding my tongue inside. Her hands tightened
and pulled me closer. A few more minutes of this and her nice black
slacks were going to be stained with my juices.
Her hands slid to the front, one going up to rub my protruding nipple
through the thin fabric of my dress. The other slid lower, up my thigh
and under my dress, her fingers were inside me in an instant. My hips
rocked. My back arched…
And her cell phone rang.
We both jumped at the shrill sound. She let me go to dig it out of her
pocket. I left her lap to clear the table. She took our wine and our
glasses into the living room. Her voice was low and I couldn’t help
but to wonder who would be calling her this late in the evening I felt
a twinge of jealousy.
When I entered the living room, she had finished her call. She was
sitting on my chaise with her legs stretched out in front of her. When
she reached for me, I sat between her legs and sank into her body. Her
arms surrounded me, holding my body captive against hers. I wanted to
be angry about the phone call, I wanted to continue what the call had
interrupted, but I couldn’t move. Her arms felt strong and safe.
Within minutes, I felt her body go limp and her limbs were heavy. She
was quietly snoring.
