One Temptation (ManxMan)

Dinner for Two

Ren

I button my shirt. It's light blue instead of my usual white. I'm excited to say the least, I'm not usually the romantic type yet this has gotten me most riled up. I stand in front of the mirror re-positioning my shirt, rolling the sleeves up, then down. Debating on how many buttons to undo on the front. I struggle for a few moments, before slipping into my shoes. I don't know what to expect for tonight. All I know is that I want to see more of him.

My dark grey slacks are hanging in the closet neatly along with the rest of my clothes for semi-formal occasions. My closet is designed as a walk-in closet with fully installed cabinet style shelving and racks. Its all topped off with warm-toned recess lighting. I hear shuffling footsteps coming down the hallway toward me. There is a knock on my bedroom door and I poke my head out from the closet.

"Sir, do you need anything else before I go home for the evening?" I hear the voice of my housekeeper, Anita.

"Have you seen my favorite socks?"

I hear a shuffling, "I put them at the end of the bed while you were in the bathroom."

"Thank you, I hope you have a good weekend."

"You as well, sir." She closes the slightly ajar door and I hear her footsteps receding down the hall.

Anita is a wonderful woman with three children at home. Her husband works as an auto mechanic and she runs her own housekeeping service. I had been her first personal client and she was able to hire more staff on the salary she has made here. She has been one of my only companions since I have been CEO of Surefire. I don't have many close friends, or any... Unless you count Tiffany at work, but I mostly keep my distance from the others at the company. They find me a tad intimidating.

I finish dressing, and slip my shoes over my red and black patterned socks. I look back at my neat room and walk back through the house making sure everything is in perfect order. Down the hall from my bedroom is the guest room, my study, and guest bathroom. I move the opposite way down the hall and enter my living area. The open floor plan holds a dining room, full kitchen, living room, and lounge. The kitchen and dining room look out to the patio. Through the sunset lighting, I can see the sloping pool and attached hot tub. It's all fenced in, and I'm lucky I don't have to worry about much noise from the neighbors.

The automatic lighting turns on outside as I snag my keys from the cup in the entry way. The front lawn is lit up and the sprinklers come on. The sun has set now and I unlock my car, the lights flood the gravel driveway. I'm trusting myself for once, I want to try something new. I've always known I was gay, but I've never actually been intentionally romantic with another man before. I'm 27, and I have decided I want to stop living my life alone.

Xavier

I've been ready for 45 minutes and I've been sitting anxiously waiting until I can get to the restaurant. I've asked my mother about 6 times if she thinks I look alright. I know this restaurant is much fancier than anywhere I've ever been to before. I also know that he's paying and that is every reason for me to want to go. My mother helped me figure out an appropriate outfit for this. She picked out a black dress shirt, a red green tie and black slacks.

I tried making my hair neat and tidy, I also trimmed down my stubble a little. He seemed so clean and polished, I don't want to scare him away. I told myself not to google his position at Surefire. I don't want to psych myself out, but I also don't want to act super ignorant around him. My mind has gone over many possibilities of what could come from tonight. All the way from a one night stand to growing old together.

As I drive up to the restaurant now, my mind is whirring. I don't know what to expect; I can remember his face. When I step out of my car, I feel out of place. Everything looks so spectacular and expensive. Then I see him, standing outside the entrance. He's speaking to someone on his cell phone. I make sure my mom drives away fast so he doesn't see me. Watching as she drives away, I slowly make my way to the front of the restaurant. He spots me walking up and instantly ends his call. He's wearing a perfectly fitted blue dress shirt and grey slacks. I can just barely see his biceps underneath his sleeves that are rolled to his elbows. His shirt is unbuttoned slightly and I am flustered before even saying anything.