It was post-Fortnum’s, post-stripper class and pre-going out with Vance that night (an appointment that started very late, and one that Ren knew about but luckily had no comment).
I was in a sexy, clingy, back and cle**age-baring, halter-neck LBD and stilettos. Ren was in a suit. And we were on our first official date.
We not only had plenty of time to enjoy it, we had time to get home and have sex before I had to go out and meet Vance.
And it had been perfect.
The whole night.
Perfection.
We were on the sun terrace at Plato’s, an upscale steak and seafood joint on the second floor of a building on Sixteenth Street Mall. We had a table tucked in the corner of the terrace by the railing and behind a big plant that I was certain by the greeting the hostess gave Ren that included her using a “Mr. Zano” in a familiar way, Ren had arranged for us.
It was private and romantic, but still, the lights and hustle and bustle of Sixteenth Street mall made the air seem alive and our view was amazing.
And it was awesome to sit there in the warm May air with Ren looking hot, and knowing the way his eyes were hot on me, he thought I looked the same.
We were finished and the waitress had just slid the leather thingie with his credit card on the table, which meant we were close to the highly anticipated sex portion of the evening.
We’d eaten steak and lobster, shared a slice of rich dark chocolate cheesecake, and drank champagne. The whole time we sat kitty corner to each other.
Close.
This allowed Ren to touch my thigh, my hip, and me to wind my calf around his. It also meant we could lean into each other, Ren holding my hand high, our elbows on the table, my knuckles close to his lips, me having his full attention.
We were living together, committed to each other and our future, and this was our first official date.
That was weird.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t the best date I ever had.
Bar none.
Then again, maybe it was because we were living together and committed to each other that made it that way.
Mostly, though, I figured it was because Ren was hot, sweet and so totally into me.
And I was in love.
Ren let my hand go to deal with the bill, but the minute he was finished tucking his wallet into his suit jacket that was slung on the back of his chair, he grabbed my hand again and, both our elbows to the table, he leaned in and put it to his lips.
His eyes came to mine.
“Ready to go home?”
I was. So ready.
I was also looking forward to doing the ride along with Vance. Still, I was hoping it wouldn’t last long so I could come home, wake up Ren, and continue the sex portion of the date.
I didn’t say this, though.
Instead I noted, “You didn’t get to Twenty Questions for Ally.”
Ren grinned. He rubbed my knuckles against his full lower lip, his eyes warmed and my happy place convulsed.
“I decided against twenty questions, baby. Findin’ I’m likin’ the surprises you give me.”
And I liked that.