All I could do was think "wow". The woman before me was more than beautiful. If I said gorgeous would that even live up to what she embodies. As I waited for the food to be done I watched her from the counter by the kitchen. My eye scan her from head to toe. Her beautiful brown hair that was in a perfect middle part ponytail to the back. Her makeup, if she was even wearing any. Was light and natural. Her eyes were like two pools of molasses that I could swim and get lost in. She carried herself in a manner that was almost like royalty. Her shoulders were square and her back was straight as she sat there sipping on her lemonade. As she leaned forward to grab a cracker , from the charcuterie board that I requested earlier, it was liked back arched instead of hunching over like most people do. She laid her hand gently on the table as she took a bite and licked her lips and I shuddered.
"This woman will end me" I muttered under my breath.
" Whatwasthat?" Tony , the chef asked me with his thick Italian accent. Even though I met him recently he reminds me of my uncle Toni, with an "I". I'm only half Italian so I don't speak it much but I'm used to the accent and when he speaks fast I have no problem understanding him.
"Nothing Tony, don't worry about it" I said without taking my eyes of her.
"She's beautiful ain't she?" He says. I nod subconsciously.
"You ain't gotta chance, fraté" (bro).
"Is she important or something?" I ask.
"Yea sumn like that" he says while putting down her meal on the counter.
"Doesn't matter I'm just a server." I winked at Tony while picking up the plates.
"Thanks Zio"(uncle , also used for bro)
As I started walking towards her she was looking at her tablet.
I put the first plate down
"Here is your chicken parmigiana." She looks up at me under her lashes and I almost choked on my spit.
"And ur side of linguini with extra garlic and mozzarella." She never took her eyes off mine and I was starting to sweat.
"Uhh is there anything I can-"
"Thank you sweetie" she says cutting me off.
I look down at her and suck in a quick breath. God she smells amazing. What's going on with me. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine with a hint of something floral I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"N-no no problem miss. Lemme know if there's anything else I can do for you." I quickly turn and leave. I turned my head to look behind me and our eye locked. She cocked her eyebrow at me as if to say where do you think you're going? I gulped and I felt my eyebrow start to sweat.
"She really is something." I said to no one. I take in her skirt suit that showed off her brown skin and those shimmering thighs, her cream v-neck top that was tucked in to her skirt and showed a little bit of her black lace bra. She wore these heels that screamed Im in charge. When my eyes traveled back up to here eyes I knew I was in trouble.
Me a 28 year old virgin,For the first time in forever , is listing for a women whom I barely know. Who would've thought???
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