My Sexual Reality

Special Dessert- Chapter 9

I think I'm in love with Isaac. I can still smell the blue rose he bought for me before our dinner. 

WE'RE IN THE CAR, driving to our .... "date".... I can't help but admire how sexy Isaac looks steering the car with his right hand. His blazer doesn't do much in covering his muscles as i can still see the markings of what's under it. The car is moving way above the speed limit, what a ride, though i have to admit i'd rather be riding him.

Catching me watching him, he glances at me and says "wait till you taste the delicious food at Godere, it's the best Italian restaurant in the state"

"Really, how would you know, you just moved here" I respond with a curious voice filled with humor.

"Oh trust me, you'd be surprised" he replies in a mysterious sexy voice.

I respond at him by just squinting my eyes slightly which implied everything.

With extreme vigour he makes a huge spin which cause the tires to drag loudly as we come to an abrupt stop.

My ponytail is to the front of me and I stare at Isaac, shaken from the stop in a "WTF, dude" way in which he replies with a smirk.

He opens his door to get out while I fix my hair, clothing and clutch in hand.

He opens my door and puts his hand out to help me out. Hmmm, a sexy, charming gentlemen, didn't know they still exist. He's the perfect mixture of bad and good. I love it.

"Thank you" I murmur as a response to his kind gesture.  Flashing a smile he links his arms with mind, escorting me inside. I feel like a princess. I can't believe how much my life as changed over the past days, it's mind-blowing.

We get inside the restaurant and the maître d'hôtel begins escorting us to a private dining room.

My eyes awaken in astonishment as she opens the doors. The lights in the room are dim and placed beautifully on an extravgantly designed sealing. The walls are very Corinthian, everthing just screams intimate, beautiful, expensive, romantic and pleasant. There's a medium size table placed in the middle of the room. It's made of fine glass and it's covered with a cloth filled with abstract art designs.

At the sides of the table are two long curvy black expensive looking chairs. Around the room is decorated with lovely dramatic burgundy drapes, each drape is separated by four feet of padauk wooden walls which has beautiful love impressionism art paintings placed on it. The paintings are highlighted  with gypsy lights and a huge golden designed vase with long vines covering some of the painting, reaching the sealing. The floor is marbled and on the table is set a vase with an entire bunch of blood red roses and eating utensils.  Purple and white gel candles with pink petals floating inside were also placed lovely at the side-edges of the table, lighting up our faces as we sat down. The views were astonishing, especially the view of Isaac's brown eyes in the candle light.

I start feeling all kinds of shivers, its overwhelming me, everything is so intimate, its like my fantasy dream come true.

The hostess hands us our menus and Isaac murmurs "What would you like to have cutie" gazing at me with an adorable smirk.

CUTIE! ,waw, such a weird word coming from his mouth, though it was adorable just like his smirk.

"Cutie?"... I frown. "What do you recommend? After all, it's your favorite restaurant"

He smiles and responds "Hmmmm, I'd recommend the marinated eel for the appetizer, the linguine with clam sauce for the main course and the tiramisu for dessert, sounds good?" and as he says "sounds good" his left eyebrow lifts up along with the left side of his lips with a quarter smile.