Second Time Around (Yvonne's Naughty Story Collection) by Yvonne Michaels Page A

artistic flow of how one meat and then another was cooked and chopped to perfection before being slid onto each person’s plate. The familiarity warmed her heart.
    The air turned thick and suffocating when she felt him slide into the chair next to hers. Does he even remember me? What does it matter, Erica? That was a long time ago. You’ve moved on. Immediately her hand went to her hair. The moment she grabbed a strand to twirl it she froze. Placing her hands palms down on the table she resisted the anxious habit. Stop it. There’s no reason to be nervous.
    “Amazing isn’t it?”
    The warm breath grazed her ear causing her to jump and knock her wine glass into her lap.
    “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He handed her his napkin.
    Erica felt her face burn knowing that it was turning red. Rubbing at her skirt with two napkins, she wanted to crawl under the table. “It was an accident. I shouldn’t have put my wine glass so close to the edge. Oh God, this skirt is ruined.” She kept scrubbing but the fact that her panties were wet from daydreaming about the man next to her only solidified that napkins were not going to help the situation. She felt tears gather. I will not cry, I will not cry. My one night to treat myself and it's ruined. Do not let him see you cry. Swallowing hard, Erica dropped the napkins on the table. Managing a reassuring smile for the rest of the table she snatched up her purse. “It’s not a big deal. If you’ll excuse me, I believe this skirt has seen its day.”
    “Wait.” The Greek God from her past grabbed her arm.
    Heat travelled up to her chest revealing an ache to be touched that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Erica stared at his hand and then up at him.  Even at her stature of 5’9” this man seemed to tower over her. “I need to change. I can’t sit in a wet skirt for the next few hours.”
    “I . . . I just hate that I’ve spoiled your dinner. Let me . . .”
    “Will, give her some money for the dry cleaning and let her be.” The older man at the table spoke up.
    A deeper blush rose from her neck. The thought of this man giving her money and dismissing her as he had all those years ago was mortifying. His hand released her. The blue eyes hardly blinked and never left her own. Will raised his voice, “Actually I’m going to escort her out to the parking lot.”
    Her surprise must have been evident because a smile spread across his face. Pushing in his chair he stepped away and gestured towards the door, “After you.”
    Erica hurried past him hoping that he wouldn’t try to keep up and simply sit back down. He hadn’t worried about sticking around all those years ago so maybe she would be lucky this time and he would go back to his family. Erica felt the eyes of the restaurant patrons following her out of the door. Surely everyone was staring at the huge wet spot on her cream-colored skirt. Flashes of the high school cafeteria, her white skirt and discovering that no one had told her that her period had started only increased her embarrassment.
    “Wait up.” Will’s voice came from behind her.
    The only thing she could think to do was to get into her car and disappear before panic overtook her. But the sound of his voice awakened the dormant need buried deep inside. It screamed at her to stop running. She hadn’t seen him in so long and the crush that had once ruled her life was long from forgotten. The sensitive flesh that felt every movement from her silk bra to her cotton panties wanted Will to offer to take off her skirt and lick the wine from her thighs. Oh my Lord. Where did that thought come from?
    Stepping out into the cool night she made a beeline for her car. It wouldn’t be just physical with him. There’s just too much history. Who are you kidding, Erica? He didn’t care that you existed then and he sure as hell doesn’t know who you are now.
    “I really would like to pay for the dry cleaning.” Will caught up before she could