Being seated outside, under the stars, must really be doing something for me. I’ve never been in a picture perfect setting with a gorgeous guy like Aaron. It’s like a movie, or a dream.

“How did I get so lucky to be spending the evening with you?” I blurt. Oh, shit. Am I being too forward?

I can’t help it. Aaron really made the best of a bad situation. Scoping out Ms. Winters is still such a romanticized fantasy in my head, but I can’t help but be excited about what I’m experiencing right now.

There’s classical music playing through the speakers surrounding the dining area, and the air is crisp with a gentle breeze occasionally rolling through. There are candles on every table. It’s really a perfect romantic setting.

“Well,” he says, “Sometimes coincidence just brings the best of a situation. I’m really glad to be here with you.” I blush as he lifts his fork to his mouth, taking another mouthful of food.

It’s funny, I neglected ordering pasta because I’m a notoriously messy eater. He makes it all look so easy. To have such grace has me envious.

I watch his strong jaw move up and down to chew and do all I can to not stare. I redirect my attention to the table and spot my glass of merlot.

I grab my wine and bring it to my lips, trying to distract myself from my thoughts of our previous evening together. I’m doing a terrible job...Fuck.

How am I supposed to not think about that? His big strong arms around me, his giant cock inside of me…how he made me whimper at his every touch with those firm hands.

I’ve never had such exhilarating, passionate sex with anyone, let alone an almost stranger. I shiver at the thought of his touch again.

I feel a pulse of straight-up horniness shoot through my body. My clit is fucking aching. It seems I’ve lost my appetite for dinner and am ready to move straight to dessert.

“How is your food?” Aaron asks politely. I put my wine down and place my hands together in my lap under the table, barely resisting the urge to press them against my pussy and relieve some of the pressure.

“It’s been incredible. Aaron, I have to say that I just really appreciate the company you’ve shown me tonight. It’s truly a pleasure to converse with you,” I say. It’s the truth. The guy is an amazing conversationalist. It’s crazy. He’s like some kind of fantasy—a great fuck and a brilliant mind? Fuck me sideways. (Literally, too.)

“I feel the exact same way, Chloe.” He smiles. As he gazes at me, making me even more hot and bothered, our waiter approaches us.

“Dessert is served, folks,” he says. Our waiter places an elegantly plated slice of dark chocolate cake on a round dish, drizzled with chocolate ganache and with strawberries on the side in front of me.

I wait for Aaron’s final course to be set in front of him before I grab a strawberry and put it in my mouth. I wrap my lips around the fruit, sink my teeth in slowly, and pull the stem away from my mouth.

I smile at Aaron and notice he’s not touched his dessert. Clearly, he’s more interested in what I’m trying to do for him.

“Mmmm,” I say as I chew my strawberry and swallow. I bring my napkin to my mouth and blot it, clearing any strawberry seeds or stickiness from my face.

It’s funny, if it were anyone else that approached me in this entire restaurant, I probably wouldn’t have given them the time of day. But Aaron has won me over tonight, even more than he did on our first encounter.

He’s able to be on my level at all times. I make a joke, he has a witty comment to follow. He picks up on any of my facetious comments.

He really understands my message each time I communicate.

And that’s how I know he’s picking up what I’m putting down here at our little table at this restaurant. I take my foot and brush my shoe against his pant leg. I raise an eyebrow just slightly at him.

“Chloe, you’re fucking amazing. But you already know that,” Aaron comments.

“What makes you say that?” I ask coyly. I take a bite of my cake and scrape every bit of chocolate from the spoon with my tongue before slowly drawing it from my mouth. I swirl the chocolate ganache around my taste buds as I chew the dessert.

“Well, for starters, I’ve never seen a woman so...sensual with her desserts. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to try my own with all of that you have going on here,” he explains.

I knew he was getting my hints. I’m not usually so forward with men, but I’ll be god damned if I let this guy go home without having given me round two tonight. I need it after the stress of being stood up.

As a fictitious man, my ego is hurt. Why do I keep missing the opportunity to see if Ms. Winters really does fit the image she portrays? It really is frustrating not getting the satisfaction of seeing Ms. Winters, so I’ll have to keep trying.

But, for now, tonight, she’s barely on my mind.

Aaron is what’s clouding my thoughts. Every breath, every kiss, every touch we shared at the club was pure bliss. He’s addictive, and I need my fix. Right fucking now. I stick my tongue out and flick it against my spoon.

“Seriously, Chloe. This is too much to take...you’re teasing me again,” he says. I love hearing those words. You’re teasing me.

Yes, yes I am. Give me a reward. I’ve earned it.

“Teasing you? Is it really teasing when there’s an offer on the table?” I say, boldly. I see his eyes widen for a moment and watch his Adam's apple move in his throat as he gulps.

“What’s the matter, Aaron? You’re well aware of what this mouth can do,” I say.

“Chloe, you are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been seduced in public to this degree, or fucking at all, for that matter. I can’t say I’m not enjoying it. But well, there’s not exactly anything I can do in this setting, don’t you think? There’s just so many people here.”

“Oh yeah?” I remark. I twirl the spoon around and lick it all over. I take it deep into my mouth and drag it out again slowly. I look Aaron straight in the eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Aaron leans in close, with an incredibly serious look on his face. “Keep this up, Chloe, and you just might be walking home sideways.”

If my face wasn’t red enough before, it is now. I hold on to Aaron’s words, so similar to what I thought just moments before.

A knot forms in the pit of my stomach and my pussy aches from his proposal. I grin at him widely and flick my tongue against the spoon again.

Game on, Aaron. Game on.