Free Champagne Showers by Adler, Holt Page A

background came from?”
     
    I turn inwards just slightly, uncrossing my legs and crossing them again in towards him. I have great long legs, if he is going to play this way then so am I.
     
    The look on his eyes intensifies as he bites his lower lip. Good lord, that is too hot to look at. He has the most perfect mouth, strong firm lips and a good-looking face to match.
     
    “Kind of,” I say with a warm sensation and obvious sexual tension between us. I take another long sip of my wine to try and relax my sexed up body. “When I was a kid, my parents used to own antique shops. I would go to work with them on the weekends and just play for hours rearranging pieces into different vignettes. I would work every weekend as a child and eventually worked through school and seasonally while in college.”
     
    He sits in a power position with one leg crossed over his knee with his fingertips touching. He then puts one elbow on the table as he leans in and brings his index finger up to his bottom lip with his thumb resting comfortably on his jaw. He gives the impression that he is in deep thought. Jesus! Does he have to keep doing things with his sensual mouth? That finger placed perfectly on that bottom lip makes me just want to bite it!
     
    “What did you do after college?”
     
    I could see where he was going with this. The no longer Mrs. Pyne comment. Well, better to get this out of the way now.
     
    “I got married right out of college and that's pretty much it.  It’s been officially over for about a year now.”
     
    There’s a long silence as I sip down the rest of my wine. God, that tastes divine, the smooth wine has now consumed my body and really loosened me up. I run one hand through my sleek hair as I roll my head around continuing to run it down my neck while lightly touching my arm with a little bit of nervousness. Wine always brings out the sexual side of me.
     
    Harrison begins to lean forward and shift in his seat. I can feel his eyes travel from my legs to my chest and to my arms. Exactly where I’ve been leading him.
     
    “I am guessing this was a good decision, are you happy?”
     
    “Happy? I’m relieved that I’m no longer married to Bradley. We really were far too young when we got married. That and we really had drifted apart and found ourselves in different places in life. And the fact that he had women in every other zip code was ultimately the demise of our marriage. So, yes I’m extremely happy, thank you.”
     
    Oh, shit the damn wine! It always makes me so brutally honest!
     
    “Well then, we must celebrate and I must thank him.”
     
    “Excuse me, for what?
     
    “For one, you have more time to pour into me and my projects, and his loss is my gain. You are a bright young and intriguing woman, Danielle and I am happy you were able to accompany me here.”
     
    We finish possibly one of the most delicious authentic Italian meals I’ve ever tasted. If this is anything to what is in store for me when I go to Italy... Note to self: bring running shoes to work off all this delectable food.
     
    “Marco, what a fine evening. I would love to take desert to go and a bottle of Don, chilled.”
     
    “Of course, Mr. Towers, my pleasure.”
     
    We take a short stroll back to the apartment and I can still feel the aftereffects of all that wine. I have to say that I’m feeling quite good at this moment. Red wine makes me sleepy and relaxed, and I’m feeling it now that it’s about 11:45 PM.
     
    “Please, after you, Danielle,” he says as he stands in front of the elevator door to hold it open for me.
     
    “Harrison, thank you for a wonderful evening at Calabria that was very nice.”
     
    “Ms. Austen, the night is not over yet. We have quite the desert package here.”
     
    “Oh, Harrison, I would love to, but I’d love to just take a long bath and climb into bed. Do you mind if we save it for tomorrow?”
     
    “Yes, of course. I am sorry. It has been a long day for you.