When it Happened *(Completed) EDITING

CHAPTER 35

The chauffeur comes around and opens the door. I glance over at Joe.

"If I forget to tell you later, I had a beautiful time," I say as I beam into is eyes. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. He brings it up to his lips and kisses it softly. I feel myself blush; he's such a gentleman. He turns and steps out, extending his hand to helps me out. I stand and look around and see my surroundings. It feels refreshing, a perfect night. He takes my hand and guides us into the Restaurant "Per sev, in Manhattan.

"Good Evening Mr. Thomas" she greets him, and she looks up at him through her thick dark mascara, glaring at him, and gives him a flirtatious smile. Is she serious? And how did she know his name? Does he hold meetings everywhere? UGH.

"Good Evening Martha" He greets the hostess but quickly looks around the restaurant. I guess she didn't realize I saw the way she was flirting. 

"Everything is ready, right this way," she says as she gestures us to follow her. 

I look at Joe; he knows what I'm thinking right away. She's young and attractive looking, PLUS, I think she was flirting with him, well she is about his age. He slides his hand behind my lower back. With his hand on me, makes me forget all that's ran through my head right this second. He knows better.

We pass through the restaurant. Why are we going this way? As we get closer, I see a large wooden door. She opens it, and it automatically stays open as we follow in. We continue through a narrow path and reach a black leather tall door. 

"Mr. Thomas," the hostess gestures at the door, as Joe takes it from here. Where are we now? She walks away. He pushes it open.

"After you, Alix," he says and steps aside, letting me go ahead as I scan the area, slightly darker, and the temperature dropped. 

"Joe, I'm a bit scared, it's so dim."

"It's fine, I'm right behind you, you'll survive?" he says and chuckles.

Great, he's kidnapped me and leaving me for dead. I turn and take a step forward, see a Victorian Iron spiral staircase, leading down with Solid wood accent, giving it an elegance but traditional look. I glance and turn to Joe. and he winks.

I arch an eyebrow at him, "A bit private, you think," 

"What can I say I want you all to myself," he says softly in a sensual way. I open my eyes and swallow. 

I then start to walk forward. As the stairs come to an end, I notice bottles of wine everywhere; we're in an underground contemporary cellar-traditional with a European character. My god, there are chandeliers along the walk, dimmed. The ambiance is unforgettable — Kegel moment. I turn to joe who is walking next to me. I look up as I feel him grips it tightly on my lower back as we are walking through, glaring at all the wine surrounding us: shit, so much wine. I'm in heaven.

"Joe...I'm speechless," I softly say, looking around, admiring it all. Is this his way of an intervention? Does he think I drink too much? Can't be. I laugh to myself

"Let me guess; I'll have my selection of Chardonnay, I might say." I chuckle and point to a variety of wine all over us. He chuckles.

"Good Evening," I hear from behind me, a woman's voice. And I turn.

She's blonde and is wearing a tight black dress. She's young. Of course. This is precisely what I needed. Young and pretty to take my order. Why do I feel a bit jealous? UGH.

"Good Evening," Joe and I say in sync, and I glance up at him as she walks us over to our table. Does she have to sway her ass in front of us for him to see? UGH?