teases.
"Oh, but I am Mr. Berkeley..." I reply in a soft voice and I pout. "Only a nice girl would wear exactly what her 'gentleman friend' asks her to wear on a date." I smile, sexily as Daniel frowns, looking confused. I pull the neckline of my dress down a little, just enough to show a little of the sexy fabric underneath.
Daniel audibly gasps and raises his eyebrows with - what I assume is - pleasant surprise.
"Oh, Miss Hart! We need our food and we need it now! I've got to get you home!"
I giggle. "Patience Mr. B., I like to take my time when I eat," I tease. Daniel laughs with me and almost immediately, our starters arrive. It looks scrumptious.
~~~~~~~
The food really is delicious, the wine is divine and the company is superlative. We talk freely throughout the meal and I feel so comfortable with Daniel. He seems so genuinely interested in my life, asking questions about the cakery, about Clare, my parents and Oliver. I, in-turn, ask all about his business and his family. He really is such an interesting, genuine guy. God damn sexy as hell, but also really interesting.
"Would you like dessert or coffee?" Daniel asks.
"The desserts sound incredible, but I don't think I could fit another thing in my full belly right now. And no to coffee, thank you."
"We could pick a dessert and take it away with us?"
"Brains and beauty, Daniel, I like it," I grin, "why don't you take me back to Gemma’s for dessert?"
"That sounds perfect. I'd like to see what's under that dress at some point too."
"I'm sure that can be arranged, Daniel."
"Right, it's too much, we're going..." Daniel announces, making me laugh.
I order a bag of warm doughnuts with cinnamon sugar and chocolate sauce, and Daniel gets key lime pie with whipped cream. The restaurant staff kindly package it up for us to take home. Daniel pays the bill, or the 'check' as he calls it, and we make our way out to the car.
"Daniel, thank you so much for dinner, it was delicious."
He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side as we walk to the car. "Anytime, Bea. And I mean that. I only wish we could do it more. Maybe you'll let me take you out again this week?" Oh, don't say that!
"Daniel, I'm nervous about spending more time with you. I'm leaving in six days and I'll admit that I really do like you. A lot. If I see you more..." I trail off.
Daniel is quiet for a moment, and as we get to the car, he places the dessert on the soft roof and turns to me, gently resting his hands on my waist. "I completely understand what you're saying, but I also think, as you do live in England, that we should enjoy as much time as we can together. Really make the most of it?"
"Oh, Daniel, I don't know. But look, we know we're spending tonight together, I would hope that you picked up on that." I grin, salaciously. "So why don't we just enjoy it and decide what's best, tomorrow. Forget about it for now."
He steps closer to me and dips to kiss my neck. "Ok."
I lift my head and close my eyes, enjoying each tender kiss. I place my hands on his broad, hard shoulders and glide them up to his neck, feeling his lovely warm skin and hair line. "Oh, that's lovely," I mumble.
"Mmm," Daniel groans into my neck, his tone deep and sexy, "you smell... exquisite," he adds, between kisses.
"Mmm," I respond again, I'm too far away with the fairies to think of something else to say.
Daniel sighs and rests his forehead on my shoulder. "Shall we head back now? I think we'll be able to enjoy this more once we're back at your place."
"Yes, let's go." I'm itching to get him into my bed.
He gently kisses my mouth before collecting the dessert from the roof and opening my door.
The journey home is quick and easy, and as we stroll towards the side gate of Gemma’s house, Daniel, unexpectedly, holds my hand. It surprises me, but I like it. I turn to offer a smile, and he reciprocates.
It's so confusing. If Daniel had turned out to be a complete arse hole or done something to put
"Oh, but I am Mr. Berkeley..." I reply in a soft voice and I pout. "Only a nice girl would wear exactly what her 'gentleman friend' asks her to wear on a date." I smile, sexily as Daniel frowns, looking confused. I pull the neckline of my dress down a little, just enough to show a little of the sexy fabric underneath.
Daniel audibly gasps and raises his eyebrows with - what I assume is - pleasant surprise.
"Oh, Miss Hart! We need our food and we need it now! I've got to get you home!"
I giggle. "Patience Mr. B., I like to take my time when I eat," I tease. Daniel laughs with me and almost immediately, our starters arrive. It looks scrumptious.
~~~~~~~
The food really is delicious, the wine is divine and the company is superlative. We talk freely throughout the meal and I feel so comfortable with Daniel. He seems so genuinely interested in my life, asking questions about the cakery, about Clare, my parents and Oliver. I, in-turn, ask all about his business and his family. He really is such an interesting, genuine guy. God damn sexy as hell, but also really interesting.
"Would you like dessert or coffee?" Daniel asks.
"The desserts sound incredible, but I don't think I could fit another thing in my full belly right now. And no to coffee, thank you."
"We could pick a dessert and take it away with us?"
"Brains and beauty, Daniel, I like it," I grin, "why don't you take me back to Gemma’s for dessert?"
"That sounds perfect. I'd like to see what's under that dress at some point too."
"I'm sure that can be arranged, Daniel."
"Right, it's too much, we're going..." Daniel announces, making me laugh.
I order a bag of warm doughnuts with cinnamon sugar and chocolate sauce, and Daniel gets key lime pie with whipped cream. The restaurant staff kindly package it up for us to take home. Daniel pays the bill, or the 'check' as he calls it, and we make our way out to the car.
"Daniel, thank you so much for dinner, it was delicious."
He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side as we walk to the car. "Anytime, Bea. And I mean that. I only wish we could do it more. Maybe you'll let me take you out again this week?" Oh, don't say that!
"Daniel, I'm nervous about spending more time with you. I'm leaving in six days and I'll admit that I really do like you. A lot. If I see you more..." I trail off.
Daniel is quiet for a moment, and as we get to the car, he places the dessert on the soft roof and turns to me, gently resting his hands on my waist. "I completely understand what you're saying, but I also think, as you do live in England, that we should enjoy as much time as we can together. Really make the most of it?"
"Oh, Daniel, I don't know. But look, we know we're spending tonight together, I would hope that you picked up on that." I grin, salaciously. "So why don't we just enjoy it and decide what's best, tomorrow. Forget about it for now."
He steps closer to me and dips to kiss my neck. "Ok."
I lift my head and close my eyes, enjoying each tender kiss. I place my hands on his broad, hard shoulders and glide them up to his neck, feeling his lovely warm skin and hair line. "Oh, that's lovely," I mumble.
"Mmm," Daniel groans into my neck, his tone deep and sexy, "you smell... exquisite," he adds, between kisses.
"Mmm," I respond again, I'm too far away with the fairies to think of something else to say.
Daniel sighs and rests his forehead on my shoulder. "Shall we head back now? I think we'll be able to enjoy this more once we're back at your place."
"Yes, let's go." I'm itching to get him into my bed.
He gently kisses my mouth before collecting the dessert from the roof and opening my door.
The journey home is quick and easy, and as we stroll towards the side gate of Gemma’s house, Daniel, unexpectedly, holds my hand. It surprises me, but I like it. I turn to offer a smile, and he reciprocates.
It's so confusing. If Daniel had turned out to be a complete arse hole or done something to put
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