it’s nice to see some skin.” he raises his eye brows suggestively.
“It’s nice to be able to show some skin, you know you have to make the most of it when the sun decides to show its face in this country.” I laugh.
Always the gentleman, he opens the door for me. We are greeted by a bubbly blonde waitress who can’t keep her eyes off of Doug.
“Table for...” she falters once she gets a good look at him.
“Two please. A table for two.” Doug answers smoothly flashing his knicker dropping smile at her.
I roll my eyes, even after months of witnessing this; it still never fails to make me laugh. Women literally stop being able to function around him. We are lead to a cute little booth by the window.
“Thank you.” I smile at Little Miss Blonde.
“Can I get you both a drink?” She smiles, at Doug — not me — at Doug.
“Can we have a few minutes to decide?” He looks at me and smiles. “I’m not sure what we’d like yet.” Why does what he is saying sound suggestive?
“Of course,” Blondie smiles and turns to leave when she pauses, “Just let me know when you are ready.” Doug smiles and reaches over to take my hand.
“What would you like to drink beautiful?” his hand is slowly making circles on my palm. It is a simple act, but it sends shivers up my spine and heats where he touches.
“Are you cold?” he frowns noticing the shiver.
“No.” I blush. He arches one perfect eyebrow at me and continues the circles making a path of them up to my wrist.
I realise I am staring at my hand in his and the fire is heating not only where he touches but somewhere deep down inside making me think of the last time we had lunch together here and how lunch was abandoned and we ended up...
“Sophie...” Doug’s voice snaps me out of my daydream and I blush, “What were you thinking about?” he asks, his voice a little husky.
“Um, what I want to drink...” I lie, unconvincingly.
“What drink could possible put that look on your face?” he smirks
“A diet coke.” I smile, so glad he cannot read my thoughts.
“A diet coke it is then. What would you like to eat?”
I take my time looking at the menu as always, deciding what I would like takes time. I opt for a chicken caesar salad with no anchovies. I hate anchovies, why would I want to taste fish when I’m eating chicken? And don’t get me started on people who claim you cannot taste fish, it just tastes salty. What a load of crap. After we order, talk turns to this evening.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get ready at mine? It makes sense if you are going to stay over?” Doug has a hopeful look on his face.
“Yes, I am sure. I have everything at mine and I don’t get to spend enough time in my flat as it is; I want to get ready there. Can you still pick me up? I can leave my overnight bag in the car?”
“Of course I can still pick you up. What time shall I make it?” he clasps my hand again and smiles to make sure I know he is okay with this.
“What time does it start?” I bring his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. His eyes heat instantly.
“Drinks are at 7.00pm” he coughs and fidgets in his seat.
“So... shall we say 6pm?” I repeat my move, kissing his knuckles again and ever so slightly poking my tongue out to lick his thumb.
His eyes widen and glaze over, he looks like he might lunge over the table and fuck me right there in the middle of the lunchtime rush.
“Caesar salad and BLT?” Blondie is back and looking directly at our joined hands.
“Yes...” Doug coughs “Thank you.” I try and fail not to laugh at the look on his face.
“Thank you very much.” I smile sweetly at Blondie.
“Can I get you anything else?” She asks with a fake smile plastered on her too orange face.
“I think we are good, thank you.” Doug replies, raising his
“It’s nice to be able to show some skin, you know you have to make the most of it when the sun decides to show its face in this country.” I laugh.
Always the gentleman, he opens the door for me. We are greeted by a bubbly blonde waitress who can’t keep her eyes off of Doug.
“Table for...” she falters once she gets a good look at him.
“Two please. A table for two.” Doug answers smoothly flashing his knicker dropping smile at her.
I roll my eyes, even after months of witnessing this; it still never fails to make me laugh. Women literally stop being able to function around him. We are lead to a cute little booth by the window.
“Thank you.” I smile at Little Miss Blonde.
“Can I get you both a drink?” She smiles, at Doug — not me — at Doug.
“Can we have a few minutes to decide?” He looks at me and smiles. “I’m not sure what we’d like yet.” Why does what he is saying sound suggestive?
“Of course,” Blondie smiles and turns to leave when she pauses, “Just let me know when you are ready.” Doug smiles and reaches over to take my hand.
“What would you like to drink beautiful?” his hand is slowly making circles on my palm. It is a simple act, but it sends shivers up my spine and heats where he touches.
“Are you cold?” he frowns noticing the shiver.
“No.” I blush. He arches one perfect eyebrow at me and continues the circles making a path of them up to my wrist.
I realise I am staring at my hand in his and the fire is heating not only where he touches but somewhere deep down inside making me think of the last time we had lunch together here and how lunch was abandoned and we ended up...
“Sophie...” Doug’s voice snaps me out of my daydream and I blush, “What were you thinking about?” he asks, his voice a little husky.
“Um, what I want to drink...” I lie, unconvincingly.
“What drink could possible put that look on your face?” he smirks
“A diet coke.” I smile, so glad he cannot read my thoughts.
“A diet coke it is then. What would you like to eat?”
I take my time looking at the menu as always, deciding what I would like takes time. I opt for a chicken caesar salad with no anchovies. I hate anchovies, why would I want to taste fish when I’m eating chicken? And don’t get me started on people who claim you cannot taste fish, it just tastes salty. What a load of crap. After we order, talk turns to this evening.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get ready at mine? It makes sense if you are going to stay over?” Doug has a hopeful look on his face.
“Yes, I am sure. I have everything at mine and I don’t get to spend enough time in my flat as it is; I want to get ready there. Can you still pick me up? I can leave my overnight bag in the car?”
“Of course I can still pick you up. What time shall I make it?” he clasps my hand again and smiles to make sure I know he is okay with this.
“What time does it start?” I bring his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. His eyes heat instantly.
“Drinks are at 7.00pm” he coughs and fidgets in his seat.
“So... shall we say 6pm?” I repeat my move, kissing his knuckles again and ever so slightly poking my tongue out to lick his thumb.
His eyes widen and glaze over, he looks like he might lunge over the table and fuck me right there in the middle of the lunchtime rush.
“Caesar salad and BLT?” Blondie is back and looking directly at our joined hands.
“Yes...” Doug coughs “Thank you.” I try and fail not to laugh at the look on his face.
“Thank you very much.” I smile sweetly at Blondie.
“Can I get you anything else?” She asks with a fake smile plastered on her too orange face.
“I think we are good, thank you.” Doug replies, raising his
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