The Writer's Mistress

Chapter 7 -Fantasy-

"Fantasy"

The dimly lit corner of the restaurant where we are seated in is quiet and secluded. Velvet lace is draped along the top of our little oasis. Soft jazz music fills the restaurant. The atmosphere is all around peaceful and romantic.

The aroma of the wine is delightful, after another sip I grab the menu and look over it.

"So did you ever finish my book?"

"No, I didn't. I was going to, but I was distracted by a handsome stranger" I smirk as I take another sip of my wine. "Well, if that's so. I should get you another copy. I would like to know what you think about it" Before Eli can speak another word the waiter comes by and takes our order. While he is ordering I take my phone out to check the time. I should be home by 1030PM the latest, that way I can beat Edmond home. "Do you have somewhere to be?" Eli asks while he presses the wine glass to his lips for another sip.

"No, I just have to be back home before..." Eli interrupts me "Before your husband gets home." I'm taken back by his mention of Edmond. I was sure we were going to ignore my current relationship status. "I wasn't going to say that exactly. But I do have 3 boys at home. They're with a sitter" He seats quietly for a moment; he places his glass down and runs his fingers through his dark hair. His index finger tracing the mouth of the glass. "So, Anais, you have a husband and 3 kids." He pauses "How long have you been with your husband?"

"we've been together 15 years." I swallow down a big sip of my wine. If Eli is going to be asking these kinds of questions, I'm going to need some liquid courage. Eli nods his head and proceeds to grab at his glass again. I'm sure by now he is uncomfortable with this whole thing. "Where does your husband think you are right now, at this very moment?"

Unsure of how answer this, I decide just to be straight forward with him. "He's at a football game tonight with the guys. He doesn't even know I'm out." I let out a small mischievous chuckle amused by my own response.

"And are you happy? With everything?"

I can feel a burning in my chest now, I'm squirming in my seat. I stare into his eyes intensely and exhale before I answer him. I drink the last of what was in my glass and place it down on the table. "No... I'm not happy... Our relationship has been stale for a while. I care for our kids, our home, and at the end of the day, I'm just... invisible." I can feel my eyes start to tear up when I hear myself release this confession. I've ignored it for so long. Every day the same as the last, going along with my "routines" and chores. One tear drop falls from my eye and I quickly pat it dry.

"Do you want to know why I asked you here tonight, Anais?" Eli lifts my chin up so I'm looking him in the eye. "I think your beautiful, I felt drawn to you from the moment I met you. Our meeting felt fated. And I want to keep getting to know about you. Your likes and dislikes, what turns you on, what takes your breath away. I don't care about everything else. As far as I'm concern before you met me there was no one else." Eli brushes a lock of my hair back. Staring into his eyes again. The glow from the dark lit restaurant highlights the beautiful curves of his face.

Eli leans in slowly; places his hand on the nape of my neck and pulls me in. At this moment our lips finally meet. His kiss is powerful and passionate. Kissing me slowly while his hand pervades me in. I feel his other hand slither its way around my waist. Inhaling one another. We finally peel away from each other gently, while trying to catch our breath. Our waiter comes by and places our plates on the table and quickly leaves. I'm sure to avoid any awkwardness from our very public make out scene.

THE FIRST BITE of my food is delicious, and the wine is flowing. Despite what this evening is, I'm enjoying myself. After a few more bites I work up the courage to ask Eli what has been on my mind. "So, tell me Eli why were in my bookstore the day I met you." He sips his 2nd glass of wine before answering my question. "I'm in town promoting my book. I've been traveling back and forth from Jersey to New York... I'm supposed to stay nearby in New York but sometimes the city is a bit much for me, so I stay here in Jersey. That day you found me in your bookstore I was looking for inspiration for my next book" He takes another gulp of his wine before placing it down and refilling the glass. "And then I found you..."

I feel a smile creep across my face. He found me. "Did you find your inspiration then... for your next book?" I ask curiously. "I think I might have. You quite likely might be my muse for it." He smirks at me while he lightly squeezes my hand on the table.

As he finishes up his plate, he pushes it away and the waiter picks it up swiftly. He gathers everything from the table and refills our glasses. I'm on my 3rd glass and I can feel the warmth of the wine coursing through my body. This evening has been a sweet fantasy. I'm still thinking about the kiss. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the wetness I have harboring between my legs is daunting.

Eli leans into me gently and pulls my waist to him. "If I asked you to come back to my hotel with me, would you object?" As the words leave his lips, I know I had been waiting for him to ask this very question. I know want to. But I'm seemingly being held back by my morals. The right and the wrong thing to do. I've played with temptation. If I go back to his hotel then there's no going backwards. I would have made my choice.

Realizing my pause in response, Eli slowly slides his hand between my thighs. Never breaking eye contact with me. I'm stuck, frozen in his authority; he pulls my underwear to the side and finds the moisture that has been planted there since our kiss. I gasp when he gently rubs me in circles. I'm lost in this moment. I let him play with me for a second before I pull on the collar of his shirt and whisper into his ear, "I want you."

Eli smirks and removes his hand from me, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking off my essence. "I was hoping you would say that."