“Yeah, we’re leaving here in five minutes. It will take me half an hour to get back,” I did a little dance when I heard that Buddha would be here in less than an hour.
“Ok, I’ll see you then,” I said, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Ciao(bye),” Buddha replied before ending the call. I swapped back to Mia.
“I gotta go, Buddha will be here soon,” I told her, stripping out of my clothes so I could hop in the shower.
“Well damn, I hear that. Go show that man how much you missed him with some sloppy toppy,” I burst out laughing because I missed Mia’s crazy ass so much.
“Girl, bye. I love you, alright. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I ended the call and hopped in the shower so I could be ready for when Buddha got here.
As soon as I heard the door to our room open, I stood up with the glass of wine in my hand. I looked down at the white robe with nothing underneath and high heels, wondering if it was too much. I went ahead and ordered dinner for us because I believed that Buddha would have wanted to stay in. He had been gone all day, so instead of him taking me out to dinner, I had dinner come to him.
The look of satisfied shock on his face was all I needed to see when he stepped inside the room.
“What’s all this?” He asked with a smile, taking the glass of red wine I offered.
“I know you wanted to take me to dinner. So I decided to order dinner, and we can eat here instead,” I pointed at the set table, with all the food I ordered, along with two lighted candles to set the mood.
Buddha finished the glass of wine in one gulp and walked over to me. His eyes darkened with desire before reaching for my throat. I moaned loudly as he kissed me exactly how I wanted, as though he missed me just as much as I missed him.
“Let me hop in the shower so we can eat,” he said into my ear. By the time he walked away, my knees were weak as fuck. That kiss had me wanting him to fold me like some laundry.
“I have a packed day planned for you tomorrow,” Buddha said, shoveling the last piece of garlic bread in his mouth. It was safe to say he came back famished because he ate like a damn lion.
“What do you mean?” I asked, pouring myself a fourth glass of wine. I looked at the bottle because this wine was really good. I didn’t feel tipsy or anything.
“Dior, this wine right here will fuck you up, slow the fuck down,” this was Buddha’s second warning. He swore that this particular wine crept up on you and you’d feel the effects when you least expected it.
“I’m fine,” I said, waving him off dismissively. “What’s happening tomorrow?” I asked, drinking my wine.
“This hotel offers tours. So, before I left earlier, I booked you for a tour tomorrow at the front desk, so you can see Tuscany.” I knew he meant well, but I didn’t want to see Tuscany all by myself.
“Why don’t you look happy?” Buddha asked.
“Alone? I don’t wanna be alone again.” I fussed, knowing he was about to give me a lecture.
“Don’t start, you knew this was a business trip. I can’t be in both places at once. On the last day, I promise I’ll spend it with you.” This made me feel much better, and I perked up.
“Ok. Where does the tour go?”
“You and others meet in the lobby for 7 am, The tour bus will be waiting. It starts off taking the tourists to sample cheese and then wine at the vineyard. Then they will take you all to Florence. I’ll meet up with you there since that’s where we’ll be all day,” the more I listened, the more excited I became. I couldn’t wait to go exploring, even if I was going to do it alone.
“Shit, I can’t wait. It sounds like a lot of fun, thank you,” I said, putting my empty glass down on the table. The effects of the wine were finally kicking in. The only thing was I didn’t feel drunk, I felt extremely fucking horny. Everywhere on my body felt warm and tingly. I began fanning myself dramatically. Buddha lifted an eyebrow as he looked at me.
“You alright there, Dior?” he asked with an expression as though he was trying not to laugh. I tilted my head at him and gave him a very suspicious look. Picking up the bottle, I read the name on the label.
“Brachetto d’Acqui. What the fuck kind of red wine is this?” I asked, pointing at the bottle.
“Were you specific when you ordered dinner and about the kind of wine you wanted?” Buddha asked, running his index finger across his lips. I don’t know, but that simple gesture was really turning me on.
“Yes, I said I wanted a really special bottle of wine because I was on my honeymoon,” I explained before I began fanning myself again.
“Mmm, that would explain it. Dior,Brachetto d’Acquiis a wine that has ingredients that act as an aphrodisiac.” I gasped loudly when Buddha clarified the type of wine I ordered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him just as he began laughing.
“Didn’t I say to slow the fuck down? You never fucking listen, so that’s what the fuck you get. Bring your horny ass over here.”
