A TEMPTING DINNER

The huge room is filled with candlelight and some music. I take a few steps in utter amazement and a combo of glee and shock as I scan the beautiful room. At the far end, near the window, sits a table for two, with four lit candles at each corner of the table. There is a big tray at the center of it, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. When did he even plan all these? The door slams shut, and I turn to look at him, but my eyes fall on the red-themed king-size bed. We are spending the night here. It's going to be a total heart-stirring night colored with the colors of sacred sweet sins.

"For the most beautiful girl in the world. My special person." Girl, huh? That makes me feel like a thirteen-year-old. Sweet thirteen, maybe? I can't hide the blush. I turn towards the table where his charming voice is echoing. My knight, in shining armor, is handing me the flowers. I walk to him, gladly receiving the bouquet with a smile of appreciation. I hold them carefully, like a baby in my arms, with admiration in my eyes.

"Thank you." I whisper, taking in the scent of the rose flowers. The scent is deep, giving off some erotic chills.

"Sit." He says this, pulling a chair for me like the real gentleman he is.

I sure feel exceptional tonight. As if I am really his special girl. He plants a kiss on my right cheek when I settle on the seat. I raise my right hand above my shoulder, running my palm on his jaw as the kiss lasts for ages. This feels so good. So sweet. So romantic. Wherever this night drives us, as long as I am with Deep, I will willingly go.

He walks to his seat, his sparkling eyes not leaving my sight, and he sinks into his seat. He opens the tray, revealing a delicious meal comprising grilled chicken nuggets, roasted potato wedges, steamed broccoli, and some coleslaw salad. I want nothing more than to dig into this mouthwatering delicacy. "Welcome." He says, putting the fork and the small knife on my side. Tonight is special, which is why we are eating from the same plate. Romantic, right? Don't tell me I am just assuming things, IMAO!

"Thank you." I say, since that is the only word in my vocabulary tonight. Huh! I gently put my baby on the table just beside me—my bouquet, I mean. I cut a piece of the sticky honey-grilled chicken and put it in my mouth. I had to close my eyes to savor its taste from the mouth down my throat.

"You like it?" He asks. He hasn't tasted it. I could see his eyes on me while I was chewing. I even saw a smile flash through his lips, but I ignored it.

"I love it. It's yummylicious." I say, and I am not lying.

"Dig in some more, then. Nothing should go to waste from this tray." He smiles, and I smile back.

"Alright." We continue eating, with the romantic jazz still playing in the background. I don't see the speakers anywhere, so I am curious where the music is coming from. It's definitely from this room. "So, where is this music coming from?" I ask.

"The bed has a Bluetooth connection." Okay.

Damn! That is new. A Bluetooth on the bed? I never heard of it before. I love the vibes of this guy. His name just suits him perfectly. Deep. Everything about him is just deep. So deep.

We finish the food, and he makes a call for the room service to take the empty tray. That was a lot of food, but I honored his word. Nothing will go to waste. I feel so full. I am about to bust.

A guy comes in and clears the table, leaving us with the Champaign. "Anything else you might need, sir?" The guy inquires from his boss. Deep looks at me. What now? The only meal I can accommodate now is for him, and I have a feeling it is happening tonight. Unless he is on their menu, everything else is a big no!

"Do you want anything? Maybe deserts?" He asks, reaching for my hand on top of the table.

Is he serious? After making me eat like a buffalo, he expects me to have some space for desserts. Sha! "Nothing. I am extremely full." I respond. He is caressing the back of my palm, which I don’t object to.

"We have very nice deserts, ma'am. You might want to try." The guy insists.

Well, the desert is right in front of me. "Thank you, Davis." I read his name from the logo on his maroon shirt. "I am full beyond capacity. I will try them some other time, please." I add.

"Alright, ma'am Gia. Sir, excuse me." With that, he strides out after Deep nods his head to permit him.

The beat of the music changes to a very familiar one. This guy knows how to really use his charms on me. FALLING FOR YOU, by none other than the one and only Gia Wilson, starts playing, arousing the musical nerves in me. He sure knows how to work his magic on me. His way around me must be so easy.

He pours us the campaign, a wide smile on his face. "Pure Champaign?" I tease when he hands me my glass.

"What do you think? That I would mix some drags in it?" He jokes back.

"I don't know. I just don't find you trustworthy at times, Mr. Moore." I teased back.

"And tonight happens to be one of those times?" He leans in, meeting me at the center of the table. He is at it again. Working his charm on me. Inviting me to this dark world of sweet sin. I can see it through his eyes—how he is challenging me to resist him. Daring me to challenge him. And he is presumably certain that I cannot handle it.

"Yes." I whisper, and his hand sneaks under the neckband of his denim shirt on me, resting on my neck. That touch! That feeling! I sip my champagne to calm my senses. I need it to calm my nerves because they are now on fire. I swallow hard, my throat making an annoying sound as I forcefully push the tasty liquid down.

Shit! I didn't mean for that to happen! His face closes the tiny gap between us, brushing his nose with mine. I lost it. Not even another sip will help. I close my eyes as his wet lips brush mine. The mere imagination of the taste of champagne on his lips gives me a wild chill. They taste like havens, I am sure. And I am dying to taste them. My lips part slowly as I wait for his to crash on mine. But I wait, and I wait until I grow tired and open my pleading, annoyed eyes.

"I don't need to drag you or get you drunk just to," he says, making sure our eyes are borne into each other. "Make love to you. Admit it, Gia, you want me." He scans my face when I fail to speak, and I remain like a statue—mute and unresponsive. He knows I want him, but him? Does he want me this way too?

"I don't know what you are talking about." I lie; my broken voice makes that evident. I gulp down the Champaign in my glass and toss the empty glass aside.

"You damn well know what I am saying. I can bet on all my wealth and even my life and soul that you are imagining how the night is going to be with me beside you on that bed. Are you going to deny that?"

Damn you, Deep! So? What if I am? I hate how you can read me like a freaking book, yet I can't do the same to you.

"You are the one fantasizing about that, not me." That arrogant smirk on his face is making my blood boil. I feel like smashing this bottle of champagne on his face right now. How does he manage to switch from one mood to another? Does he have the genes of a chameleon?

He pours some of his Champaign into my glass and hands it to me, which I hesitate to take. I do, eventually, after you give me a pleading look. He is such a camouflaging jerk! "Let's toss..."

"To what exactly?" I fume.

"Your anger is a big turn-on for me. So control yourself if you don't want me to push you on that bed right now, and I will not take the blame for what will happen." He says.

Oh, yeah? "I would love to see you do that." I dare him, without even blinking. And yeah, without thinking.

He stands up and takes slow steps to my side, stopping behind my chair. I am trying to keep myself busy by playing with my glass. I can tell his eyes are on me, looking for only God knows what. "A toss," he leans in, resting his chin on my shoulder, "to us. Cheers to this strong desire between us that you don't want to admit to."

Desire? Desire for what? We click our glasses together anyway, and he gulps down his in one go while I watch him. "Drink." He says, or better still, commands.

I obey. I lift the glass to my mouth with my trembling hands. It's just one big sip, so I do it with one touch. He escorts my drink down the throat with his eyes, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear while the other is drawing the map of the word on my thigh. I put the glass back on the table, and in the blink of an eye, he pulls me to my feet, my chest bumping into his. He doesn't give me a chance to say a word. His wet lips capture mine, and we engage in a passionate, heated kiss. He turns us around, pushing us backward, and I start taking small steps back and him forward, the kiss becoming dangerously heated every passing second.

In a minute, I am pushed down on the comfortable bed gently, and he rests on top of me. Thanks to the crazy, genius brain behind the Bluetooth on this bed, my moans and the sweet sound of our kisses are dominated by the beats. I pull his white T-shirt up, and he helps me take it off as we gasp for some air. He takes off my denim, throwing it on the floor where his T-shirt lies. He kneels between my legs, admiring me while I lay flat, waiting for him, and admiring his naked chest. I can't wait to lay my head on it when all this is done.

"What?" I ask because I am growing impatient, and he knows that.

"I'm giving you time to back off." He says this, crossing his arms across his chest.

Really now?

"I am not." I answer with so much confidence.

"One last chance." He says. I just stare at him to let him know that I am not changing my mind.

He slides off the bed. He kneels down and takes off my shoes with so much care, admiring my sexy legs. I know they are. After kicking his off, he returns between my legs again, tracing his fingers along the insides of my thighs, making my toes curl up to the feeling.

"So, what's it going to be, my beautiful queen? Green or red?" He asks, resting on top of me again, kneeling his elbows beside my head, his palms and fingers getting lost in my hair. I don't know if those words have a different meaning, so I will answer according to the best of my knowledge.

"Green." His hands stop caressing my hair, and his eyes make a sudden stop in mine. I tense beneath him, my heart racing against my chest.

"Are you sure?" He queries.

"Shut up and finish this!" I dig my fingers into his bare, warm skin while he beastly crashes his lips on mine. In the insane world of darkest desires and purest sin, we dive in, in, and in, until we can't find our souls anymore.