God, I could put down my knife and fork and just watch her eat. I’d never need any other kind of sustenance again.
And neither would my dick, which can’t help hardening at the sight of her obvious pleasure. For now, it may be reserved for the food, but I would like to make her moan like that in other ways. In fact, I can barely hold myself back from jumping over the table and kissing her, tearing off that innocent white dress to get at her body. The only thing that stops me is that I would ruin her enjoyment of the meal, something I wouldn’t do for any kind of money.
By the time we finish our dishes and move on to an almond, basil, and tomato tart, and then finally a raspberry cheesecake – in which the biscuit base is a nest; the raspberry is dehydrated and turned into a paper-thin sauce, baked solid and rolled into three funnels which sit up in the nest; the ‘cheese’ is piped inside, and a small roll of raspberry sorbet tops each funnel – I’m almost unable to take anymore. I could stare at her for hours, but only if there was the promise of release at the end. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing to me.
But I think I might have to act on it soon.
I just need to make sure I keep her comfortable – I don’t want to just take her like a caveman and let her fly home. I want this to last. She will be mine for good, which means no rushing in. Not until I know that she’s ready.
Chapter Six
Ashley
When the meal is over, I feel so satisfied and happy after eating such wonderful food. I’ve never experienced anything that good in my whole life. But at the same time, when I put down my spoon for the last time and lean back in my chair, the joy lasts only for a moment.
Because then I realize that the meal is over, and soon Fernando will leave, and I will have to carry on this vacation on my own.
It’s what I wanted, after all – being independent, proving I could survive alone. But now that I’ve met Fernando again, I don’t think I want to spend a single moment apart from him. Which is all just a pipe dream, of course. He’s a busy man. Today was one thing, but I doubt he’ll be able to spare me a single moment more before I have to get home.
“Well,” Fernando says, tossing a credit card on the tablecloth. The waiter evidently takes this as a signal, because I notice him scurrying for a card machine from the corner of my eye. “What did you think?”
“Truly the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” I say.
“I’m pleased,” Fernando says, giving me that smile that wrinkles his eyes in the most charming way. He glances up as the waiter places down a bill, and taps in his pin number without looking at the total amount. “Our compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you,” the waiter says, making a short bow, his English perfect save for a slight trace of an accent. Then he’s gone, and it must be time for us to leave.
I wish this time wouldn’t come. I wish I could drag it out forever. The whole of the rest of my life could be one tiny but explosive dish after another, and conversation with Fernando, and nothing else. Which is silly. Of course, the night has to end; I can feel myself getting tired, still, a little bit drained from my late-night flight and all the hassle of traveling.
“I’ll call a taxi,” Fernando says, getting up. I’m out of my chair before he can finish the sentence, not wanting to make it look as though I’m desperate to stay, even though I am. “I’ll take you back to your hotel before I head home. Where are you staying?”
“Oh, thank you,” I say, giving him the name of my hotel. At least we get a little more time together – though I wish he wouldn’t have underscored quite so clearly that he’ll be leaving me on my own. I could have lived in the fantasy, at least for a short while, that we were going back together.
The taxi is easily found outside the restaurant, and Fernando opens the door for me to get in before following me in. We watch the city flash by outside the window, now in the darkness of night but lit everywhere by dazzling lights, and he points out to me a number of different landmarks as we pass them.
But, all too soon, we are pulling up outside my hotel. I curse myself for choosing something quite so central; if I had just tried to save money by getting something further away, the drive would have taken longer.