You may have noticed my absence this week. I actually had a family event in Seattle. With my cuckold husband Scott at home, I loved getting away for awhile. And as always, it got me into some delicious trouble.
Finding more than coffee in the Emerald City….
Seeing my relatives was nice, as many of them made the trip. But by the second night of my three-day excursion, I decided to take myself out to dinner, just a dressy, relaxing meal. I sipped red wine and perused the menu, loving the ambiance of the restaurant. But then as I gazed across the room, I saw him.
His black hair was wavy and his features got my attention. His arms had clearly lifted iron recently as they were almost bigger around than my waist. But he sat alone, with a glass of what looked like whiskey beside him. His smile was warm, and I tried not to stare. We looked at each other a little while, trading smiles and glances. And then he rose and walked towards me.
Damian….
His voice was deep and sensual, like a dark rum, like a warm rush. His green eyes sparkled.
‘Pardon me, but I just had to tell you that your dress is spectacular. You were literally driving me crazy over there.’
‘Thank you’, I said. And then I took a chance. ‘How is a man as handsome as you sitting alone tonight?’
‘I could ask you the same question’, he laughed. ‘Blind date, but she must have changed her mind.’
‘Well, she missed out, I assure you’, I replied. ‘Would you care to join me?’
For a moment, I think both of our hearts were pounding. But his quick smile answered even before his words could. He headed back to his table and carried his drink back, sat down across from me and smiled again.
‘I’m Damian’, he offered.
‘Amber’, I replied.
‘That’s some wedding ring’, he laughed. He was bold, and I liked that. ‘Will hubby be joining you?’
‘I left my sub at home, that’s what you do with them’, I said, glancing at my watch. ‘By this time, he should be done with his chores and getting ready for bed.’ His eyes searched for a hint that I was joking, and he found that I was not.
Just then, a tall man appeared at the table. ‘Have you had some time to review the menu?,’ he asked.
‘I’m not sure about the lady, but I know exactly what I want.’ As he spoke, his eyes never left mine, and I felt as if I was about to be devoured.
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(Want to know what happens next? Call me and ask. Only those that are bold enough to inquire get to find out!)
