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Good enough to eat and do naughty things to.
I pushed those thoughts out of my head. Tanya was ushering us out the door.
"Gosh, you could make babies with your eyes just by looking at each other. Leave now! Go, before I start getting attacked by ants with all the honey dripping in this room."
Zander and I left laughing.
On the drive to the restaurant, Zander put his hand on my left knee and started caressing me.
I gently slapped his hand away.
"You keep doing that and we'll end up hot, sweaty, and smelling like post-coital fluids when I meet your parents"
He barked with laughter.
In serious tones, he said, "You'll be fine, babe. My parents are normal people. They don't bite. They'll like you."
"Ok,babe," was all I could say.
We arrived 10 minutes early so after giving the keys to the valet, Zander led me to the cocktail lounge of the Plaza Restaurant and Hotel. It was my first time at this place. Zander mentioned that his mom loved this place.
I could see why. The place overlooked the San Francisco Bay. To my left, the view of the glittering lights of the rest of Downtown San Francisco and the stretch of the Pacific Ocean view was divine.
The interior of the place reflected elegance and luxury. The red and gold curtains that that surrounded the walls, the sky high chandeliers, and antique chairs is reminiscent of timeless and classic art.
I felt his hands behind my shoulders as I looked at the view, signaling that our table was ready.
Zander led the way inside the restaurant. He was acquainted with the maître d as the other guy said, "Nice to have you back, Mr. Z."
"Thanks, Bruno" as he continued to lead me to our table.
His phone rangas we went nearer our table.
"Yes, I know, dad. You're running late," as he grinned over the phone and ended the call.
Bruno pulled one of the antique-looking chairs for me and I sat down.
"My dad got caught up in a business meeting so they're running late. He said they'd be here in about 10minutes," Zander apologized.
"It's ok, babe." I tapped my hand on his left knee.
The server offered us champagne, sparkling water, tea, or artisan water.
I asked for the sparkling water.
Zander and I were engrossed in a conversation about different types of beverages when his parents arrived.
His father, Mr. Severious Zobowski, was a tall, imposing man. He wore a black suit with a dark grey shirt. He was almost as tall as Zander. I could tell where Zander got his athletic frame since his dad had broad shoulders and thick bone structure. His face was angular and he had brown eyes.
Dr. HavenZobowski, Zander's mom, was about 5'4", petite woman, with fine bone structure and luminescent face. Zander has his mother's eyes. Under the restaurant's exceptional lighting, her blue-green eyes were a shade lighter than Zander's. She wore a fuchsia suit with a pearl set earrings and necklace. She was even more beautiful than the images I've seen of her in the news.
Zander and I stood up and he hugged his mom and shook his dad's hands. Then, he introduced me to them, "Mom,dad, meet Sedona McKenzie."
His mother's face lit up she hugged me while saying, "Nice to meet you, Sedona. I’m Haven.”
I was about to shake his father's hand, when he pulled me into ahug, "You can call me, Sev."
We all sat down and our server came to take our orders.
