19 - Dean
I try to keep my hand steady as I lift my glass up to touch it to Sam’s. Every time she looks at me I feel a current of energy passing through my body. She is so beautiful I can hardly look at her. When she slid my jacket off, I could feel her fingers running over my arms. All I wanted to do was press her body against mine and take her straight back to my apartment.
She tilts her head to the side and frowns as she smiles at me. “What?” she asks.
I frown. “What?” I reply.
She laughs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know… like that.”
I laugh and shrug. “You look beautiful, is all.”
“Well don’t get used to it,” she says with a grin. “I’m a country girl at heart and this glitz and glamour won’t stick.”
I grin. “I’m not trying to change you.”
“Good.” She tilts her head to the side and looks at me curiously. “What are you trying to do?”
Her question surprises me. She’s staring at me with those glittering green eyes and I can’t help but hesitate before I speak. I take a sip of my wine and put the glass back down gently before lifting my eyes back up to hers. She’s still staring at me, with a hint of a grin playing on her lips.
“I’m trying to get to know you,” I finally say. It seems like a weak answer. I don’t know what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to spend more time with her. I’m trying to get into bed with her, but not really. Not only that. I want to be closer to her. I can’t put it into words, I just feel myself drawn to her. She nods slowly and smiles.
“Do you usually go after recently divorced women? I must be a bit younger than your usual prey.”
I laugh. “Prey? Do you think that’s all you are to me?”
“I don’t know what I am to you. I only met you yesterday but somehow we’ve been on two dates already.”
“That’s true. Well, to be honest, no I don’t go after recently divorced women. I don’t go after many women at all.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes and I think of all the one night stands I’ve had since I left Victoria. “I don’t go on dates with many women,” I correct myself.
“Right.” She’s still looking at me and I feel the urge to be honest with her. My eyes trail over her face, from her eyes to the smattering of freckles across her nose, down to those luscious lips. My gaze lingers over her lips until I finally look at her eyes again. She’s nothing like the cookie-cutter women in this city. She’s so real and I want to be real with her too.
I take a deep breath. “I was supposed to get married next month. The date was set, the venue was booked. My mother had invited the whole city. And then…”. My voice trails off.
“And then?” she asks softly.
“And then I walked in on my fiancee with another man in my bed.” Sam’s eyebrows draw together and her mouth drops open. “And then that was it,” I finish.
“Dean, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’s over now, even if my parents don’t believe it.”
“Did they like her?”
They’d been planning the union since I was born. Their business plans were riding on our marriage, and they blame me for ruining it.
“Yeah,” I say. “They did.”
Sam nods slowly. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise, it wasn’t your fault. You’ve been through the same. Worse, even, you were already married!”
“I didn’t walk in on him,” she says. She takes a deep breath and lifts her eyes up to mine. “This is the first time I’ve been able to talk about it without feeling like I’m going to burst into tears. It’s nice to meet someone who gets it.”
“I get it,” I say bitterly, swirling the red wine in my glass and watching it drip down the sides. “For the first month I had that dirty feeling in my stomach like I was constantly on the verge of throwing up. Then I drank every day for a month after that. I swore I’d never trust a woman again.”
“Do you still feel that way?” Sam’s voice is so low I hardly hear her question. That doesn’t change the weight of it. I can hear the question behind it, where she’s asking would you ever trust me. I lift my eyes up to hers and try to smile.
“I’m starting to think differently now,” I say.
The waiter appears with our food and Sam makes an appreciative moan. I flick my eyes up to her as my cock twitches at the noise, but her eyes are glued on her plate. The filet mignon steak is steaming in front of her and she grins as she finally looks at me.
“This looks amazing,” she breathes.
“I know,” I say, looking at the way her dress dips down just enough to reveal the curve of her breast. She glances up at me and smiles.
“Bon appetit!”
We tuck in to our food and for a few minutes there’s nothing but groans of appreciation. Finally Sam looks up at me and shakes her head.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Dean, this is unreal.”
I laugh. “All I did was bring you here. The staff did all the work.”
“Still. This is the best meal I’ve had in years.” She pokes a bite of steak with her fork and chews, closing her eyes as she tastes the meat. My cock twitches again as I watch her, and I shift in my seat to adjust myself. I chuckle.
“Wait until dessert. They make the best fudge brownie I’ve ever had.”
Sam’s eyes flick open and she stares at me. “Brownies are my favourite dessert of. All. Time.”
“Me too,” I grin. “There’s another thing we have in common.”
“A slightly more pleasant one,” she laughs as she takes another bite of her meal. I watch the fork travel to her mouth and can’t look away as her lips surround the meat. My thoughts flick back to last night, alone on my sofa with nothing but my thoughts. This is way too close to what I was imagining, and my cock is rock hard under the table. I clear my throat and stare at my plate, trying to distract myself from the appreciative noises that Sam is making. I don’t even think she realises how much she’s turning me on.
Somehow, I make it through the rest of the meal and past dessert without exploding in my pants. We stand up to leave and I let my hand drift to the small of her back. She still smells floral and sweet as we walk out of the restaurant. Once we’re in the elevator, she turns to me and crawls her fingers up my chest. Her head tilts up towards mine and I press my hand on her back to pull her into me.
Our lips meet and she melts her whole body into mine. Her hands grip the collar of my shirt as she pulls me closer, dipping her tongue into my mouth as my whole body is set on fire by her kiss. We pull apart as the elevator dings and the door opens. My car is waiting for us outside the door. Sam smiles at me and slips her hand into mine as we walk towards it.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Dean.”
“I can’t tempt you with a nightcap, can I?”
She smiles again, more sadly this time. She shakes her head slowly and her hair flows on either side of her face. “Not tonight.”
My heart sinks ever so slightly but I nod and smile. The valet opens her door. The second her hand leaves mine to get in the car I feel like something is missing from me. I make my way to my side of the car and get in, trying not to let my disappointment show. The evening is already over and soon I’ll be alone again.