If You Ask Me I'm Ready

Chapter 6- Food for the Soul

Chapter 6

What are you hungry for?

Violet smiled wryly to herself as she rolled up to the V&A Waterfront. She had texted Philipp and told him in the most polite way she could manage that she was driving herself to their date or else she would call it off. The only concession she had made was wearing a dress but that was only because she hadn't done laundry in forever. Dresses were her only option.

Nc. Now this twit will probably think I did this to please him. She thought to herself. 

She parked her blue and silver Mini Cooper in the underground parking before making her way to the waterfront. She gazed longingly into the crisp blue water. It sparkled and twinkled anywhere the sun hit it. She leaned onto the rail and let the slight sea breeze play on her face.

The phone in her handbag began to ring. She looked at her dainty gold wrist watch. It was just before two. She had told him she would meet him at two instead. She opened her black Dolce and Gabana bag and whipped out her phone and pressed the answer button. Her pink nail polish gleamed in the light.

"As much as I'm enjoying the view of you leaning over that rail, I would much prefer to have you next to me. Perhaps later you can show me that pose again in private"

Violet spun around, her eyes darting from left to right trying to spot Philipp.

"You know, it's kind of creepy that you're watching me like that. And the way things are going you'll only see me in that pose again in your dreams".

Philipp chuckled.

"I'm coming to get you," he said and hung up. Violet frowned at her phone. This man was really good at hanging up on her. She shifted her weight from foot to foot feeling nervous. She wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs and cursed her genes again for making her hands so prone to the moisture.

Then she saw him, striding towards her from the centre of the square. She stopped fidgeting and her mouth went dry. There was an instant kick in her heartbeat. My my but the man did know how to dress.

His hair was a little curlier than she remembered it being the last time. She wondered if he straightened it. The thought of him holding a gd made her smirk but didn't lessen the effect he was having on her now.

He wore a dark green shirt that fondled his chest and arm muscles. The shirt was a V neck and showed a tantalising hint of the warm skin beneath it. Violet licked her lips. His pants were a snug dark wash stone denim. The fit was so good, not lose enough that they hung or tight enough that she could get a glimpse of the things she REALLY wanted to see. She bit the top of her right thumb. He had finished the look with dark inconspicuous sneakers. He looked good enough to eat. 

After what felt like eternity and then some he stood in front of her. 

He put his hand out and she put her own into it. He stepped closer to her and hugged her, letting his body mould against hers, breast to chest, hip to hip.

Her eyes swam with desire. God this man smelt so good. This cologne. He dipped his head and kissed her neck and stepped back.

"You look lovely Violet," he said whilst eyeing her.

"I'm glad you decided on wearing a dress. I see you want to please your man," he said whilst leering at her.

She chuckled and hit his arm. "Firstly I don't have a man. And I secondly, I had nothing else to wear except dresses. Don't flatter yourself."

Violet wore a strapless white chiffon dress that ended just above her knees. The dress had a band of silver beading just beneath her breasts. The material flowed and moved with her. She had opted to let the dress take centre stage and didn't wear make up. Her popcorn curls sat in a bun above her head and the plain pearl studs in her ear enhanced the overall look. On her feet she wore kitten open toed kitten heels with the same kind of beading on her dress.