'less is more' and only accessorize with a pair of diamond earrings my mom is letting me borrow. I am almost finished putting on my makeup when the doorbell rings.
I make my way down the hall and open the door to find Caine standing there in all his glory. He looks magnificently handsome, as always, in his Dress Blues. "Hi," I sing, tilting my head innocently. He takes a couple steps inside towards me.
"You, my dear, are breathtakingly beautiful." He smiles, leaning into me after closing the front door. "I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself this evening in front of my Commanding Officer," he says, wrapping his arms around me. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. He places a kiss on my cheek and I swat him away.
"I'm sure you'll get through just fine knowing what we are going to do once we get back to the barracks tonight," I assure him with a smile. He gently kisses me.
A moment later, he pulls away from our kiss. "You are killing me woman, but I'll take it because I get you later." He brings his lips to the sweet spot just behind my ear that leaves me intoxicated. "I'm going to be fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you all night."
I throw my head back and laugh, "You better watch it mister or you’re going to have trouble keeping up with me on the dance floor."
He groans. "Are you almost ready?" he asks, peppering kisses along my jaw.
I reluctantly pull away, "Almost. Go on and have a seat. I'll be out in a few minutes."
Caine walks away, heading straight for the family room. "Where's your mom?" he asks, moving his head around in search of her.
"She's closing the store tonight."
"Oh, really?" He smiles a devilish grin turning back to me. "In that case." He moves closer, grabbing my hips. "How about we have a preview of what we are going to do when we get back to my room tonig–" I cut him off.
"Oh no, you don't. Don't you dare mess with me! My hair is done and my makeup is almost complete. If you mess it up, I'm liable to make us extremely late. How would your superiors feel then?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine! You win. Hurry up. The sooner we get there, the earlier we can leave and have our own party." He swats my rear end as I walk away.
I roll my eyes and saunter back to my room to finish getting ready. After reapplying my lip-gloss, I strap on my heels, happy with my added height. I'm not too terribly short at five-foot-three-inches, but every inch helps. I look myself over one last time, grab my phone and purse, and then meet him in the family room. I find Caine looking over family pictures on the bookshelves. I wonder what has him so intrigued. "Find something you like?" I ask posing seductively.
He turns his head painstakingly slow to meet my stare, "Oh yes and I'm looking at it right now," he drawls, in that sexy voice of his. He drapes my matching black shawl around my arms. It's not cold outside. It's just a couple of days into June and surprisingly, it's been a warmer than usual spring. I think we went from winter straight ahead into summer. The nights still tend to get a little chilly, so I'm taking the shawl as insurance more than anything else. Caine grabs my overnight bag by the door and we walk out to his car.
The gala is at Turf Valley, and the drive to the beautiful golf resort only takes about twenty minutes. Caine follows the long driveway framed in mature trees and it’s an absolutely picturesque sight. The impeccably manicured lawns and vast array of gardens make me want to skip the gala and walk the grounds instead. It’s so perfect. I could spend hours relishing in its beauty and I haven’t even seen the golf course. I’m sure the greens are just as breathtaking. We pull up to the line of cars and watch the eager attendants work hard to move the cars ahead. When it’s our turn, Mr. Valet opens my door and holds his hand out to me. "Thank you Richard." Thank God for nametags.
Mr. Valet smiles as I accept his hand. "Good evening ma'am." I am
I make my way down the hall and open the door to find Caine standing there in all his glory. He looks magnificently handsome, as always, in his Dress Blues. "Hi," I sing, tilting my head innocently. He takes a couple steps inside towards me.
"You, my dear, are breathtakingly beautiful." He smiles, leaning into me after closing the front door. "I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself this evening in front of my Commanding Officer," he says, wrapping his arms around me. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. He places a kiss on my cheek and I swat him away.
"I'm sure you'll get through just fine knowing what we are going to do once we get back to the barracks tonight," I assure him with a smile. He gently kisses me.
A moment later, he pulls away from our kiss. "You are killing me woman, but I'll take it because I get you later." He brings his lips to the sweet spot just behind my ear that leaves me intoxicated. "I'm going to be fantasizing about what I'm going to do to you all night."
I throw my head back and laugh, "You better watch it mister or you’re going to have trouble keeping up with me on the dance floor."
He groans. "Are you almost ready?" he asks, peppering kisses along my jaw.
I reluctantly pull away, "Almost. Go on and have a seat. I'll be out in a few minutes."
Caine walks away, heading straight for the family room. "Where's your mom?" he asks, moving his head around in search of her.
"She's closing the store tonight."
"Oh, really?" He smiles a devilish grin turning back to me. "In that case." He moves closer, grabbing my hips. "How about we have a preview of what we are going to do when we get back to my room tonig–" I cut him off.
"Oh no, you don't. Don't you dare mess with me! My hair is done and my makeup is almost complete. If you mess it up, I'm liable to make us extremely late. How would your superiors feel then?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine! You win. Hurry up. The sooner we get there, the earlier we can leave and have our own party." He swats my rear end as I walk away.
I roll my eyes and saunter back to my room to finish getting ready. After reapplying my lip-gloss, I strap on my heels, happy with my added height. I'm not too terribly short at five-foot-three-inches, but every inch helps. I look myself over one last time, grab my phone and purse, and then meet him in the family room. I find Caine looking over family pictures on the bookshelves. I wonder what has him so intrigued. "Find something you like?" I ask posing seductively.
He turns his head painstakingly slow to meet my stare, "Oh yes and I'm looking at it right now," he drawls, in that sexy voice of his. He drapes my matching black shawl around my arms. It's not cold outside. It's just a couple of days into June and surprisingly, it's been a warmer than usual spring. I think we went from winter straight ahead into summer. The nights still tend to get a little chilly, so I'm taking the shawl as insurance more than anything else. Caine grabs my overnight bag by the door and we walk out to his car.
The gala is at Turf Valley, and the drive to the beautiful golf resort only takes about twenty minutes. Caine follows the long driveway framed in mature trees and it’s an absolutely picturesque sight. The impeccably manicured lawns and vast array of gardens make me want to skip the gala and walk the grounds instead. It’s so perfect. I could spend hours relishing in its beauty and I haven’t even seen the golf course. I’m sure the greens are just as breathtaking. We pull up to the line of cars and watch the eager attendants work hard to move the cars ahead. When it’s our turn, Mr. Valet opens my door and holds his hand out to me. "Thank you Richard." Thank God for nametags.
Mr. Valet smiles as I accept his hand. "Good evening ma'am." I am
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