Silver Buttons

Whiskey Thoughts

Terry called Jessi Friday afternoon before she finished closing down her shop, "Jessi, how would you like to come over to my home for dinner? My chef can cook us something special."

Holding the phone away from her face she giggled in glee, "Ok, Mr. Silver. No funny business and we got a deal."

She finished getting herself ready, wearing a quiet black floral dress adorned with a red rose pattern, and black flats. Carefully defining her curls with a wand, she ruffled her hair, spritzed on a little bit of perfume and headed out.

Jessi parked her car in front of the dojo with the intentions of following Terry to his home. She walked inside the dojo, her small purse over her shoulder, peering around looking for Terry. As though her presence summoned him he hopped down the stairs, eyeing her, licking his lips like she was his prize, all dolled up for him.

"You look beautiful as always, my dear," he took her hand, placing a searing kiss against the back.

She blushed, "Thank you, Terry. And might I say, you look as handsome as always," she eyed him up and down in his black suit.

Offering his arm she happily wrapped her hands around him, following him out the door. He locked up the dojo and opened the passenger door of his Corvette for her, she looked at him, "I thought I could follow you in my car?" She wondered out loud.

His eyes narrowed slightly, holding his hand out for Jessi, "Please, I can drive us. No need to drive both cars." She smiled at him, satisfied with the answer, she took his hand and sat down in the plush seat.

Jessi watched him shift the car out of the corner of her eye, turned on with how classy he is, the way his hand wrapped around the shifter, the ring on his little finger shining, his bracelets clacking, his other wrist with a designer watch shined brightly. She caught a glimpse of a silver necklace around his neck.

They made good conversation, never running out of topics to discuss or laugh about. They truly enjoyed one another's company.

Terry pulled into the driveway, Jessi was agape as she peered at his beautiful home. Terry opened the door for her, offering his hand, anything to feel her, skin on skin.

"Terry," Jessi breathed, "You have a beautiful home."

He smiled, "Wait until you see the inside," he said against her ear, sending a shiver through her. Terry's fingers lightly held onto Jessi's, leading her inside his home and into the living room. She sat politely on the couch as Terry disappeared to the cellar for a bottle of whiskey.

Returning, a smile spread on his face, poured a glass for the pair of them, they sat enjoying each other's company as they waited until the chef was ready and done. Terry sat close to her on the couch.

"Oh, Terry, this is really good. It's smooth," Jessi said as she continued to sip the whiskey provided.

Terry grinned, "I'm glad you enjoy it. So tell me, are you from the Valley originally?"

She shook her head, "No, no, I was born in Miami. Lived there for about eight years, then my dad wanted to up and move, trade one coast line for another. From hurricanes to earthquakes," she giggled, "I've been here ever since."

"I'm glad you decided to stay. It means I got to meet you," He said to her genuinely.

They each enjoyed the company they brought to each other, for an hour or so as they waited, Jessi got comfortable with Terry, sliding her flats off and curling her legs underneath her. Chit chatting about everything and anything that came to their minds.

"You are an amazing artist, I couldn't believe how quickly you whipped that sketch of me, everything looked perfectly proportionate," Terry complimented her, she blushed, looking away, "I'm so thankful you made those uniforms for me and my students."