To Have and To Hold

Chapter 39

As they walked in, Lisa noticed his team stopped at the front door.

"Michael," she whispered to him. "Why are they stopping?"

"Cause I don't want them to enjoy the view of the...gardens," he whispered back.

"The what?" Lisa looked up at him in confusion while he grabbed her hand as the slightly flustered hostess led them to their table.

Michael looked down at her and winked, blushing, and she caught on to what he was talking about. Oh gosh. He was such a piece of work. Really, she appreciated that he planned on keeping their playing at least semi-private.

Looking around, Lisa noticed the place was empty.

"It's not that late yet is it? Are you already emptying out?"

"No, Madam, we are closed tonight for a special event. Per Mister Jackson's request."

The answer was directed at her no doubt, but the blond British cutie kept her eyes solidly on Michael the whole time. And not always on his eyes, either. Gosh, she could at least pretend she wasn't thinking about ripping his clothes off. Lisa rolled her eyes and made a little gesture behind the girl's back, causing Michael to giggle and clear his throat. And to squeeze her hand.

"Behave."

Lisa looked up to him with huge innocent eyes. "What did you say, Mister Jackson." She imitated the girl's way of saying it, causing him to almost burst out laughing while elbowing her.

They walked to a side room not visible from the street. Sure enough- there was not another soul in the restaurant. Michael had not been kidding when he had said he wanted them to have an evening to themselves. Well, good. Now, she didn't feel quite so badly about the slight draft between her legs every time she took a step. It felt so naughty and sexy to be this vulnerable. And accessible to him.

The little hostess stepped up to pull out a chair for Lisa- or at least Lisa assumed it was for her. No telling, given the way the chick had a hard time to not drool while fawning over Michael. Maybe Lisa should ask if they had those bibs with a catch all thingy the girl could wear. Michael stepped over, and sweetly as always assured the girl that he had it, taking the chair, making sure he was the one seating Lisa. The perfect gentleman, as always. With her panties in his pocket.

Once seated, Michael started a conversation about the decors, then the wine list, acting as if this was a run of the mill evening. Lisa eyes him suspiciously, but played along. What in the world was he up to? First he wanted her just about naked and now he acted as if they were in the middle of a state dinner?

The waitress, appeared and while slightly less flustered, also looked as if she wanted to take a piece of her famous guest home with her.

Sorry, babe. Every single part of that fine man is claimed already. You're way too late.

Lisa hid behind her menu to keep from rolling her eyes at Michael, who was, as always, Mister Sweet and Innocent, happily signing an item from the giftstore for the woman, who, at second glance, was probably old enough to be his mother. Lisa was fairly certain that the server was a seasoned professional and normally did not gush over guests, but hey, Michael brought a little bit of the crazy out in everyone.

After they ordered their wine and appetizers, their water glasses were filled by a serious looking, tall server.

Lisa smiled sweetly up at the nice man and he politely smiled back. Still his little side glance into her cleavage did not go unobserved. Finally, someone noticed she was in this room as well. Lisa waited until he had left, then scooted closer to Michael.