THE LOVE OF MY LIFE | SAL VULCANO/ BRIAN QUINN

The Night is Still Young (Part 2)

He closed the door and I actually felt a chill down my spine. Am I actually going to do this? I mean I did have dreams and fantasies about it. A lot of it but even then in those I couldn't really go ahead with it. I am lost in my confused thoughts when I hear him saying, "Do you want a drink?"

Oh thank God. Some liquid courage. I ask for some whiskey and he looks at me and says, "So you're a whiskey chick ha?"

"I enjoy it with a smoke or two. I know it's a vile habit but um... it gets the edge off." I trailed off. God I am an idiot. Why would I talk about this? Ugh you got no game Suzie Q.

He then got me a drink and said, "It's ok Suzie, we all have our guilty pleasures."

I take a sip and I say, "Oh really Mr Vulcano. What is your guilty pleasure?", and all he does is give me a smirk and has his drink.

This smug bastard. Now I'm curious.

ME: "So Mr Vulcano, how many dates did you have this week? Do they all come back like I do?"

SAL: "It's been a slow week."

ME: "A week?"

SAL: "More like a long long time."

ME: "I don't believe you Mr Big Shot Player."

SAL: (laughs) "What makes you think that I do this a lot?"

ME: "You're kind of a big deal. When I told a colleague that I had a date with you she squealed. And we never really talk. And then we bonded over the show and went shopping and... well you get what I mean right? Girls must be lining around the block to have a date with you."

SAL: (laughs) "Oh Suze, you're funny. When I told the guys that I'd asked you out they basically laughed. They'd bet a pretty and smart girl like you wouldn't go out with me. Guess who owes me $5 now?"

I laugh at this. He comes closer.

SAL: "You're so beautiful Susan."

And he leans in and kisses me. He's a good kisser. I kiss him back. Our tongues doing a dance we both love. His hands are on my waist and I embrace him, inviting him for more. He then gets back and says, "Do you like Sinatra?", and I say, "love him". He then plays 'I've Got A Crush On You' and I notice his place. It's really neat. And so organised. Definitely OCD and then I remembered that Abbie had told me about it. He gets me another drink and I enjoy the music. Good choice I admit.

ME: "You're plying me with whiskey. Getting me drunk eh?"

SAL: "More like plying myself because you make me nervous as fuck."

I can definitely hold my own (I'm in my mid-twenties and in advertising, get my point?) and I'd like to think he could too hold his own until he grabs me and dances with me. "You can't really dance to Sinatra alone.", he says.

"I know.", I say.

Damn he's smooth as fuck. Plus he dances pretty well so I guess he'd be good in bed. I just hope I don't step on his feet or something since my middle name is 'clumsy'. I'm lost in the rhythm and in his arms when I hear him belting the song out. He's a fine singer too.

I lean and whisper in his ear, "You're the real MVP, Mr Vulcano", and I wink.

His hands trail lower, from my waist to my hips and he says, "You ain't seen nothing, baby girl". When he said "baby girl" I felt a warm sensation in my 'nether' regions. What the fuck does he do to me? Ugh.

And then he kissed me. Hard. On my mouth. His hands are holding my hips and I embrace his neck and I circle his waist with my legs, basically I'm up in the air and he's holding me up, and we're kissing. He's definitely strong. And then my hands are in his hair. His perfect black hair (I love me a good head of hair) and then I whisper in his ears, "I'm ready", and he says, "Oh I was since the day I saw you in that elevator. You looked so hot in that skirt." Glad to know I'm not the only one who has dirty thoughts. And I chuckle. And he said what's funny, and I said you are. He spanks me on the butt and kisses me hard, takes me to his room. Mind you I'm still up and he's the one picking me up.