A Shaw Way To Love

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Kate    

For probably the hundredth time tonight I wonder why Billy has never mentioned Alex Clayton...Shaw to me before. Why didn’t I know he existed? How long have they known each other? How did they meet?

The food has arrived and I think Alex has ordered everything on the menu. The table is covered with food and I’m suddenly hungrier than I thought I was. There is so much variety that I don’t know what to eat first. I want a taste of all of it! Seared scallops with a champagne sauce, poached asparagus with hollandaise, bresaola on focaccia with melted taleggio, salmon goujons, calamari tempura, gravadlax on blini, smoked duck breast salad and more. The choice seems endless and my mouth is literally watering, although I do wonder how the hell we’re going to eat all of this.

As Alex starts to fill his plate with the vast selection of food in front of us, I glance over at him and try to work out what it is about him that makes me melt every time he looks at me. It could be his eyes, I muse. The deepest ultramarine blue. So deep in fact that you could drown in them. Or perhaps it could be his fantastic mouth, with the fullest lips that I just want to bite. Lips that I wish had kissed me on the dance floor. His lusciously dark just got out of bed hair framing his face, is just screaming for me to run my fingers through it. His strong jaw and perfectly straight nose could have been carved by Michelangelo himself, but what seals the deal for me is the dimple that appears on his cheeks when he smiles. How can someone be that good looking? I never thought a man could be beautiful but he is. Truly breathtaking. It’s not just how he looks though that is drawing me to him. It’s his whole presence, his aura, his life force...it’s so strong, so...primal. He is just so male. I can’t stop looking at him and I’m mortified every time he catches me staring but I can’t actually bring myself to look away. It’s like he’s hypnotised me or something and when he stares back I literally feel his amazing blue eyes burning into me. My skin actually heats up until I know I’m resembling some kind of radio-active beacon. Blushing at the drop of a hat is the curse of my life.

He’s biting into an asparagus tip at the moment and I take the opportunity to look at him some more in between mouthfuls of succulent duck breast salad. I’m glad Billy and Susan are still dancing - it saves me having to talk to anyone and instead I can continue looking at Alex. I realise how pathetic that is and that I probably look like a love sick puppy, but I can’t help it.

I wash down the duck breast with the champagne Alex had ordered after I’d finished my brandy. I was really on my way to being thoroughly drunk but I don’t care. I’ve decided to go with the flow and just enjoy the night as best as I can. It’s not every day you’re told you’ve made more money in one night than you would have in three years or to be in the presence of someone who quite literally makes me weak in the knees - as corny as that sounds. I now try the scallops. They really are very good and I find, very moreish, after I swallow the third one.

I’m still trying to look at Alex without getting caught. How old am I for God’s sake but the view out trumps my dignity and so I continue. His lips are now around another asparagus spear and I have a sudden vision of his lips around my nipple, with my hands in his hair pulling him harder onto my breast. Woa...where did that come from? He bites the tip of the spear revealing his perfect white teeth and my eyes widen as I suddenly imagine him gently biting on my nipple. A delicious throb immediately shoots in between my thighs. My eyes instinctively close and I let out a soft breath...or is it a moan. Jesus Kate what the hell is wrong with you?

“Kate are you ok?” Alex’s voice suddenly snaps me out of my fantasy and my eyes fly open wide to see Alex looking at me with a worried expression. I immediately turn as red as my dress. It feels like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.