Baggage & Buttons (19 page)

‘Then thank you,’ I conceded. I didn’t want to argue,
not tonight.

‘Are you seriously not wearing any underwear?’ he
muttered again as he looked at his menu.

‘I told you I couldn’t or it would show. Are you cross
with me?’

‘Cross that I can’t do want I really want to do to
you, right now.’

‘Are you flirting with me? I don’t put on first date
for just anyone you know,’ I teased and he looked at me holding my gaze until I
broke away. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘You just look so amazing, I can’t believe how lucky I
got to have found you,’ he tilted my head around and smiled, planting a kiss on
my lips.

‘I know the feeling. So how do you know Pierre? Do you
come here a lot?’ I asked, really not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

‘It’s one of my favourite restaurants so they know me
well.’

‘You came here with your other girlfriends too?’ It
came out before I had a chance to stop myself and I felt myself flush,
embarrassed to be so petty.

‘Are you jealous?’ he asked, looking surprised.

‘Maybe,’ I shrugged.

‘I don’t mind if you are, I like knowing you care, but
the answer’s no. I told you it was all about me, I didn’t do romance with
anyone before you. This is one of dad’s favourite places, mine too, we eat out
a lot when he’s home, so Pierre’s pretty much a family friend.’

‘I’m sorry, it’s just hard knowing you have a past and
here in this city too.’

‘I’m sorry baby, I know how I’d feel if it was the
other way around, I’d hate it.’ He cupped my chin and kissed me quickly and
rubbed his nose on mine. ‘I love you Mia, you’re the first girl I’ve ever loved
and I plan on you being the last. You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go
baby.’ I closed my eyes and inhaled quickly, and he let me go and sat up
straight as I reopened them to look at him. ‘Sorry too much?’ he whispered. ‘I
don’t want to scare you off.’

‘It’s just still hard for me to hear, but I’m not
going anywhere Gabe.’

‘Why’s it hard? I don’t understand.’

‘Gabe we’re on a date, that’s a bit of a heavy
question. Can’t we just enjoy ourselves? I’ve really been looking forward to us
coming out and it’s so lovely here. Let’s just enjoy it, no deep emotional
discussions tonight. Please?’

He looked at me and sighed, then nodded, ‘Ok.’

‘Did you specifically ask to be up here, just the two
of us? It looks like they could fit another couple of small tables.’

‘I did,’ he smiled. ‘I also asked for them to make
sure I was sitting next to you, I didn’t want the table between us.’

‘You’re very sweet,’ I smiled, hoping that meant he
had plans to make the most of us being up here alone, what with me being
knickerless and all. Just seeing him in a suit had already bump started my
libido.

‘I’ve been called many things Mia, but sweet has never
been one of them,’ he winked, flashing me one of his dazzling smiles making me
moan softly, which didn’t go unnoticed as I saw his nostrils flare. ‘You’d
better look at the menu rather than me, it’s seven courses, but if you don’t
want them all you don’t have to. Have as many as you like.’

‘Thanks,’ I planted a soft kiss on his lips. ‘Nice
makeup by the way.’ Lexi’d done a good job, his bruise didn’t show at all.

‘You
bloody
tell anyone I’ll be so mad,’ he hissed
with an annoyed scowl.

‘You could’ve just said no,’ I laughed.

‘This is
Lexi
we’re talking about Mia.’

‘Played the guilt card on you did she?’

‘Hmmm, but there’s a limit to how many times I’ll let
her get away with it. I only agreed as I didn’t think it was appropriate to
come here with you, not with my face looking like that.’

‘Whatever you need to tell yourself pretty boy,’ I
said with a wink.

‘You’re so on for a spanking later,’ he murmured,
shaking his head in amusement as he picked up my menu and handed it to me. As I
opened it I hoped he wasn’t joking about the spanks. I ran my eyes down the
list in front of me, noticing there were no prices, a sure sign that it was
seriously expensive. There was no way I was going to manage seven courses and I
didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity either, so I narrowed it down
to two savoury dishes and possibly a pudding. Our champagne arrived in its own ice
bucket and the cork was popped with a flourish and two flutes were filled. A
separate ice bucket containing our bottle of still water was set down, our
water glasses were filled then a basket of fresh warm bread was placed on the
table and I was asked to place my order first.

‘Please can I have the Parma ham with figs, asparagus
and white truffle oil, followed by the lobster thermidore with a side order of
pommes puree and French beans?’

‘Certainly, is that all madam?’

‘Yes thank you.’

‘And for you Sir?’

‘I’ll have the same please,’ smiled Gabe.

We were left alone again and Gabe leaned over and
stood my roses in the water bucket.

‘Gabe I can’t drink a whole bottle of champagne after
last night,’ I said apologetically, as I broke up some bread and applied butter
to the pieces.

‘Then only drink as much as you want, I’ll only have
one glass as I’m driving.’

‘But it’s such a waste.’

‘Nothing’s a waste with you.’ He took a swig of
champagne and pulled my face to his and kissed me, transferring the crisp wet
bubbles to my mouth, pulling away as I tried to kiss him properly after.

He reached for my hand under the table and held it as he
started asking me about my school years, while I filled up on the delicious
bread. I wasn’t surprised to find out that he’d been to boarding school too. Our
similar experiences and discussions of subjects we’d taken pretty much fuelled
the conversation throughout the two courses, which were simply amazing, in a
completely separate league to anything I’d ever eaten before. He fed me the
last of the French beans from his fork.

‘Are you ok Gabe?’ I asked, feeling slightly nervous.
He seemed a little tense, not his usual relaxed self.

‘Yes of course I am. How can I not be? I’m having a
great meal with my stunning girlfriend,’ he swept a strand of hair away from my
cheek smiling.

‘You know I’ve got no underwear on and you haven’t
once tried to touch me up.’

He laughed out loud and I looked at him surprised. ‘Believe
me Mia I
really
want to, My cock’s been stiff since you stepped out of
your front door, but this date was important to you and I didn’t want to ruin
it by making it all about sex.’

‘I’m fine you making it all about sex.’

‘Well I’m not.’ He ran a thumb over my lower lip. ‘We
never got to go on a normal first date with you insisting it
be
all
about sex, so I’m trying to treat you respectfully and I’m going to resist the
urge to touch you up until I get you home and into bed, if you’re feeling well
enough.’

‘I’m fine now thank you Gabe, but I’m a done deal, you
don’t need to resist and be polite.’ That was why he was tense, he was sexually
frustrated, just like me.

‘Well I’m going to. So what dessert would you like
baby?’

I sighed as I could see I wasn’t likely to win in
here, it was too classy for him to try anything on, plus he had his resolve
face on. It was incredibly unfair though, he’d had one arm casually slung over
the back of my chair caressing my bare back with his fingertips for the last ten
minutes. It was like he had a direct hotline to my clit, I was so aroused.

‘I’m not sure I can manage dessert now,’ I said
looking at the extensive menu, as I tried to ignore the throbbing between my
thighs.

‘What would you have had if you could manage it?’

‘Probably the Sicilian lemon cheesecake, with fresh
raspberry sorbet.’

‘Are you turned on baby?’ Gabe asked, with a hint of
amusement in his voice.

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘Hmmm, I can tell. You’re flushed, your big nipples
have stiffened and you keep squirming in your chair. How badly do you want me
to fuck you?’

‘So badly. You’ve no idea what that suit and your
fingers are doing to me,’ I murmured as I looked at him through my lashes.

‘I know exactly what my fingers will be doing to you
later, in bed,’ he said in a low sexy tone as he kissed the side of my neck.

‘O god,’ I groaned. ‘Is that a promise, because it’s
been almost 48 hours Gabe and I’m desperate.’

‘For sex or for me?’

‘Sex with
you
, I’m so wet, just from looking at
you Gabe.’

I heard him make a strangled noise in the back of his
throat as he closed his eyes for a second, when he opened them, full of desire,
he leaned in towards me and I inhaled sharply as his lips approached mine. He
suddenly pulled back as someone came to clear our table, while Pierre asked if
we’d like dessert. Gabe ordered one cheesecake and asked for two spoons as I
impatiently shook my foot under the table. He’d been so close to kissing me
properly, and touching me, I’d seen it in his eyes.

‘Where were we?’ he asked when we were finally left
alone.

‘You were about to make me even happier.’

‘Hmmm yes, you were up to your old tricks again,
trying to tempt me into breaking. We were interrupted just in time,’ he smiled.

Despite my protests he refused to pick up where he
left off and I scowled and pouted. Wasn’t this even hard for him? When I tried
to sneak my hand up his thigh he grabbed it firmly and put it on the table,
clenching it in his so I couldn’t move it. I sighed and accepted he was in
control in here and I was just going to have to wait, but once we were in the
car I decided all bets were off, I was going to have my way. He steered the
conversation around to our love of literature and favourite books, agreeing on
some not on others and we got in quite a passionate debate over some of them.
We shared the pudding when it came and Gabe reached over and wiped some of the
sugar dusting off my lips with his thumb and then reached around and caressed the
back of my neck.

‘I think it is time to go baby.’

‘What time is it?’

‘12.30 p.m.’

‘Already?’ I gasped. I couldn’t believe we’d just
spent that long together without having sex, touching each other up, or even without
having an argument. It had been an amazing date, my best date ever.

‘Yes, it seems to have gone really fast doesn’t it? I
really enjoyed it,’ he said, sounding surprised as he stood up and pulled my
chair out.

I smiled a thank you at him and wondered if he really
hadn’t done this kind of thing before, dates and romance and wooing. He reached
for my hand, after adjusting my dress again, and we walked slowly down the
stairs. The restaurant was still busy, a sure sign it was good and I dreaded to
think what it had cost him to secure that mezzanine just for the two of us. As
we stood at the desk and Gabe handed over his card, I studied his handsome reflection
in the mirror opposite and he caught me looking and smiled, making me go all
school girl giggly and pink, which really seemed to amuse him. His car was
waiting with the engine running when we got outside and he opened the door for
me again before climbing in and driving off.

I started my seduction by shuffling down in my seat,
so my dress rose up even higher and when I crossed my legs I noticed his eyes
flick over to look and his tongue dart across his lips. I placed my hand on his
thigh and started running my fingers up and down it, he needed his hands on the
steering wheel or gearstick, so he didn’t remove it, but kept shifting in his
seat every now and then and his breathing sounded more laboured. I smiled, I
was breaking him down. The closer to mine we got, the wetter I got at the
thought of him finally fucking me. I’d already decided before we left the
apartment tonight that I wanted to do it in his car. I directed him to our
private car park at the back of the building and could feel my heart rate
picking up.

He helped me out of the car again, so this time I made
sure I didn’t put my knees together and I saw his chest expand, eyes burn and
penis surge as he caught another glimpse of my nakedness. I stood level with
him and reached up to touch his face and gently kiss him and he responded more
forcefully this time. I undid his jacket button and slid my hands underneath
and gripped his slim waist as our tongues entwined. When a hand went to my bare
back, slid down inside my dress to grasp my buttock and I heard him groan into
my mouth, I knew I’d got him hooked. I pulled away from our kiss leaving him
looking confused.

‘Get in the passenger seat for me Gabe.’

‘Mia?’ he questioned, surprised.

‘You heard me, climb into the passenger seat, I’m a
naughty girl who goes all the way on a first date and I’m going to fuck you
here, in your car.’

‘But baby, it’s very public,’ he protested, but the movement
I spotted in his trousers told me how much he liked the idea.