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Rob pouts. Literally. The corners of his little mouth turn way down, forming parenthetical wrinkles at the bottom like a Disney character.
“Dillon —” I begin, hoping he'll catch my warning tone before I have to actually say something.
“Well I just love it!” Bella interrupts. “It couldn’t be more perfect!” She turns completely toward Rob, letting her knees brush his. I can see that she’s creating a whole new personality, just for him. He flinches back, his eyes going wide. Obviously this guy doesn't get a whole lot of physical contact from the opposite sex.
“You know, I'd always heard the… stories? About the Riordan brothers?” she begins in a conspiratorial whisper. “And I don't know what's happened. I mean, could people just be making this stuff up? Because there is literally nothing like that happening at all.”
Rob purses his lips thoughtfully. “Really? But there are pictures… Surely you've seen…”
“Sure, but you know what people can do with PhotoShop these days. It’s amazing. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was all it amounted to.” She blinds him with a dazzling smile.
“Really,” he says, not sounding at all convinced. I’m sure he’s seen the pictures before editing. I wonder if he’s wondering how bright she is, at this moment.
“Honest!” she insists. “They’re practically boy scouts. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever even seen Dillon with a woman!”
Dillon starts to stand, but I race him out of his chair and go stand right behind him, putting a firm hand on his shoulder and shove him back into the wooden chair, so hard I hear the gravel crunching underneath the legs.
We have sparred before. I usually can actually kick his ass. I just don't want to. He knows it. After about twenty seconds, I feel him relax just slightly.
In the meantime, Bella has just continued batting her eyelashes at Rob, who seems to be enjoying the show. Slowly he turns back toward her, eventually resting his elbow on the table and then his cheek against his fist. He looks like a schoolboy in love. She blushes charmingly.
“Anyway… like I was saying…” she continues, grinning brilliantly again. “It's just been amazing. Everything. It's like something out of a fairytale! Did you try the smoked salmon? Unf, it’s so good.”
And with that brilliant little segue, Rob starts eating. Bella keeps asking me and Dillon well-placed questions while Rob stuffs his face. She's conducting the interview, and the poor guy is so overwhelmed he doesn't even know it. But the upshot is that she is curating the whole experience, while he loads up. Clever.
After about ten minutes, Rob has a whole story: how we met, how we immediately fell for each other, and how uncharacteristically selfless and supportive Dillon has been throughout the whole thing.
As if on cue, Wolfgang arrives again, this time with two servers bearing plates of pan roasted chicken with extra golden mashed potatoes, just like I like from his Miami restaurant.
“Are you ready for the second course?” Wolfgang asks, clapping his hands together eagerly as the servers display their plates with pride.
“Yes, please!” Rob answers immediately, blotting his face with his napkin.
His enthusiasm is actually infectious. Now that Bella has concluded her narrative portion of the evening, we can finally just relax and enjoy the meal. The Montrachet chardonnay is velvety on my tongue, reminding me of all the other velvety pleasures I'd like to experience tonight.
For a while, we all just bask in the visceral delight of Wolfgang’s expert cooking. The chicken is perfect, even if it’s a little humble for a magical dinner. But it’s too warm for duck anyway.
I watch Bella as she eats, the way she holds her fork so delicately, but takes substantial bites. She has a deep, throbbing hunger in her, I can tell. I saw it in her eyes when she demanded to see my cock. All remaining traces of shyness and doubt had left her as she totally gave into her passions.
I cannot wait to see that part of her again. It’s precious.
When the chef arrives again, I hold up a hand. Then I turn to Bella and stroke her cheek slowly.
“Chef, if you wouldn't mind… I think we need to be retiring early. Is that all right with you?”
Bella smiles, biting her lip delicately. Though I know it’s for Rob’s benefit, she means it, deep down.
“Certainly!” the Chef barks amiably. “It was a grand pleasure to meet you. All of you! Auf wiedersehen!”
I kiss Bella slowly, tasting the wine, the spices, and a rising desire in her breath. She sighs, then nods eagerly, like she can’t wait to be alone too.
“Oh, brother,” Dillon says.
But to his credit, he stands, taking Rob gently by the elbow. He thanks him politely for coming and ushers him back out of the tent.
When they’re safely out of earshot, Bella slumps slightly in her chair, pantomiming exhaustion.
“Oh my God, what was that?” she murmurs urgently, keeping her voice low enough that no one could hear us outside the tent.
