Her Game Plan

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A night to remember

Dinner was to die for, Brian had prepared a spread fit for a queen.  They laughed and talked and danced in the foyer near his dinning area.  His set up was lovely.  He hired a waiter to serve us on his balcony.  There were soft sounds of smooth, Jazz that slowly swindled around their bodies as they danced. He hadn't missed a beat, there were wild orchids all around, and this was too good to be true for Beverly.  She hadn't felt this blown away in a long time.  There was fried calamari that came out first as an appetizer, then the chef proceeded  to bring a small green salad and then of course the main course was an excellent choice of wood grilled lobster tails, with fresh asparagus, and garlic potatoes.  The wine was a very thorough process, it was obviously the best choice, it was a 1960 Sauvignon Blanc.  Beverly was so impressed, she couldn't believe he set all of this up for her.  She wasn't used to this kind of thing, she had been alone for so long now, she forgot how it felt to feel this way.  He caressed her face and her hair, and whispered in her ear how much he had missed her, even though he was only gone a few days.  He pressed his hard body against hers, and she could feel the pulsating bulge that hung between them, nestled tightly in his jeans, and she could tell it needed to be let loose.   The heart beat of it, faintly beat against her kitten.  At least that's what she called it.  They danced and laughed and drank, in fact the bottle of wine was almost gone and they hadn't even realized it.  As he led her to the table of his terrace the chef came out yet again, with a sample of many small deserts and Beverly couldn't even choose between them all.  Brian signaled the chef to leave the whole tray and he did so.  He pushed her chair in, and sat across from her feeding her different sweets.  Chocolate covered strawberries, little pastry's with cream and fruit sauces.  This was surely a night to remember, and for that moment Beverly had forgotten all about the things that had been consuming her for weeks. 

After dinner, he blew out the candles on the table, and he slowly took her hand and led her into the house.  He smiled at her the whole time, looking gently into her eyes as he softly caressed her back.  They came to a stop at a room that looked like a spa.  There lay two thick white terry cloth robes, with little decorative towels on top of them.  As she looked over she saw a huge hot tub filled with rose petals, as bubbles raced around in tiny little circles.  There were two champagne glasses nearby and more fresh strawberries.  Damn, this was just too much of a dream come true.  This couldn't be happening right now.  She started to feel overwhelmed, but the feeling was a happy feeling that she did not want to end.  Was she falling in love with him?  Could this fine specimen of a man really be doing all of this for her?  She felt tingly all over.  The wine made her feel sexier than she had in a while and she was ready to give herself to him completely no holding back.  He slowly lowered the straps of her little dress and let them fall softly around her arms.  Then he slowly kissed the nape of her neck, and she slowly began to feel week in the knees.  He stepped back to look at her for a moment, then continued to kiss her softly around her neck and her back.  She was lost in him and she knew this night would be a turning point in her relationship with him.  He pulled himself back from her and slowly undressed himself, until he was down to his underwear.  He grabbed one of the robes and handed it to her as he also put one on.  He stepped over and turned on the stereo, which was built into the wall.  As he bent over to pour Cristal in each glass, the sounds of Anita Baker's Sweet Love caressed their ears as they walked over to the hot tub.  This was like heaven to her.  The water was hot, and the ambiance was soothing to say the least.  This man was out of this world, and Beverly was beginning to fall for it all hook, line, and sinker.  She couldn't help herself.  After relaxing in the hot tub, they talked and laughed and he held her close and  massaged her tense shoulders.