For the next two hours, I enjoy splendid food, wine, and even better company. Isaac has been the frankest I've ever seen him. From the stories he shared, I can easily perceive his fondness for his younger brother Nick, and his excitement about becoming an uncle for the first time is also paramount. I feel privileged I've experienced a side of him not many people witness, and I've quickly become trapped in his incredible allure.
Isaac chuckles when I lean down and unbuckle the latch on my shoes when the waiter hands us the dessert menu. My heart leaps when he orders both of our dessert selections in fluent Italian. I’m impressed with his impeccable pronunciation and how effortlessly the words roll off his tongue.
“My Nonna was Italian; she taught me to speak Italian fluently by the time I was eight,” he responds to my curious glance.
“Are you close to your Nonna?” I reach for my freshly filled wine glass.
“No, she passed away five years ago.” He removes the wine glass from my hand and places it back on the table.
“I’m sorry,” I sympathize as my gaze darts back to my full glass of red wine.
“You’ve already had three glasses.”
“Yes, and I told you I don’t have a problem with my drinking.” My voice gets a whip of edginess to it.
“You don’t have a problem, but I do.”
I cock my brow, requesting further information.
“I don’t converse with drunk women.”
He swivels his body, leaning in more intimately. I remain quiet, baffled by his statement.
“I don’t conversesexuallywith drunk women,” he clarifies, his unyielding eyes relaying his intentions.
Oh. My. God.
My pupils widen as a strong urge of desire runs through my body. The sexual charge between us is so strong, it crackles in the air.
My hand trembles when I accept the plate of tiramisu from the waitress, shamelessly exposing my arousal to Isaac's statement. Sensing my excitement, Isaac places his open palm on my bare thigh. His touch sends a jolt of pleasure to my throbbing sex. Now tiramisu is the last thing on my mind.
“Are you not hungry?” Isaac questions a short time later, eyeing my untouched dessert.
Brazenly, I reply, “I’m hungry, just not for food.”
In a two-minute lusty haze, I've gone from being seated in the restaurant to sitting in the passenger seat of Isaac's car. I think I murmured a goodbye to Cormack and Harlow, but my body is coiled so tight, I've lost the ability to focus on anything but the incredibly alluring man seated next to me.
It has been over a year since I’ve had sexual contact with a man. It’s been so long because my last bed partner squelched most of my desire. His ruggedly handsome face didn’t quite match the rest of his body; his body hair was vast, thick and stunk like a wet dog. Our two-minute tumble in his bed didn’t create half of the spark I get from one glance of Isaac’s entrancing eyes.
I’d only just finished unlatching my bra when the whole event was over. He murmured it was the greatest sex he’d ever had, rolled onto his side, then spent the five minutes it took for me to gather my clothing off the floor and dart out of his house snoring. From that day, I’ve been apprehensive about dating, until I met Isaac.
Isaac curses under his breath when a cell phone shrills through the silence of his car. The monitor on his dashboard announces he has an incoming call from Hugo.
“What,” Isaac greets, his annoyance for the interruption heard in his tone.
“Sorry for the intrusion, Boss, but we have a problem with 57.” Hugo’s tone conveys his genuine regret for the interruption.
“Send Patrick,” Isaac snaps.
“I can’t; he is away with his kids this weekend.”
Isaac’s eyes turn from the road to me. “What kind of problem?”
“The manager was vague, but he said he has some issues with a staff member issuing free drinks to his friends.”
“Why the fuck can’t the manager handle this type of situation?” Isaac interrupts, his tone stern.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens as the conversation continues. Hugo remains quiet. His ragged breaths shrilling down the line is the only reason I know he hasn’t hung up.
