No Letting Go

Chapter 41: Aphrodisiacs and Coffee

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Chapter 41: Aphrodisiacs and Coffee

Dinner was uneventful. At least for Maine who didn't know the mental and physical turmoil that her dinner partner was in the whole time.

The heat of the soup made her lips rosy again which in turn made RJ itch to make them rosier through another kind of heat. The way she delicately held the cutlery made him wish she were holding something else, anything that was connected to his body. And the way she placed the food in her mouth left him wanting to be the food being placed in there. By the end of the meal, RJ was already squirming in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

It never occurred to him that dining with a woman could be such an aphrodisiac. But then again, he never did have dinners with any of the women that he had in his life. He made a mental note to do this more often with her despite the delightful torture he was in right now. But he must first find a way to keep her for good.

He wanted a lifetime with her.

Now as to how to achieve that left him stumped. He was never good at keeping relationships. His countless girls could attest to that fact. Even Maine had a firsthand experience. RJ smiled inwardly at the solution that his mind offered to him.

"You didn't eat much," Maine said to him as the plates were cleared off the table.

"I'm full," RJ replied, patting his middle. He was indeed full, not on food but on her. It didn't matter that his last meal was the breakfast he had at the hospital, his body seemed to be content on just feasting on her presence and nearness.

"What would you like with your coffee Sir?" butler Walter asked as he placed RJ's coffee in front of him.

"Her," he answered.

The butler quickly coughed to cover up for the young Sir's blunder, hoping that the young Madam didn't hear what RJ just uttered. He took a peek at the opposite side of the table and was relieved to see that the young Madam didn't hear a thing.

"Sir, I'm afraid she was never on the menu. Would you care for some tiramisu instead," the butler offered to him in a whisper.

"Huh?" RJ turned and gave his butler a puzzled look.

"Sir, you said that you wanted the young madam with your coffee," the butler explained under his breath.

"I did?" RJ replied, mortified at the thought that Maine could have heard him.

"Not to worry Sir, she didn't hear," the butler said with a wink as he straightened up and turned to Maine.

"How would you like your coffee, Madam?" the butler asked.

"Black as well," Maine answered.

"I thought you said that it was too bitter," RJ said reminding her of the first time she tasted black coffee.

"It still is. But I've learned to take the bitter with the sweet," she said, cryptically referring to the times she had with him. "And I needed something to keep me awake for all the all-nighter papers I had to do in college," Maine quickly added hoping that he didn't get what she was referring to by her first sentence.

But RJ, for once tonight, had his wits about him and caught the meaning of her words. He felt remorse at the things that passed between them then, believing at the time that he was doing right by her. He can't do anything about the past, but he can definitely do something about their future.