Taking larger strides, I reached for her arm and walk her out to the car waiting for us. After helping her into the car, I slid in next to her. That’s when I noticed Lilli's shoes.
As I got situated in the backseat with her, she crossed her legs. Immediately drawn to her beautiful, long, toned, legs wrapped in brown, knee-high, leather boots. My imagination went crazy; Lilli on our bed only wearing those boots, my head beneath the hem of her dress, knee-high, leather boots on my shoulders. I shivered at the images I conjured.
"Are you cold?"
I shook my head.
It didn't take long to arrive to the restaurant and soon the door was being opened. I stepped out and held out my hand for Lilli. She took my proffered hand and stepped out, those damn boots making their appearance before anything else.
Damn fuck me boots. Jesus!
"Thank you," she smiled and straightened. Offering my arm, we entered. "Isn't this the –?"
"The Tavern on the Green? Yes." I smiled as we were met by the hostess. "Mr. and Mrs. Iverson."
"Of course, Mister Iverson, please follow me." The hostess smiled a little too friendly, but we followed her.
"Why are we going away from the tables?" Lilli whispered into my ear.
"Because, I reserved a private table." Just as I finished my sentence we were shown into a private room large enough to seat thirty to forty people easily. However, it was currently filled with red roses and a single table.
"A private table, huh?" I looked at her face just in time to see her raise her eyebrows at me.
"Okay, so it's an entire room," I shrugged.
She laughed.
"You always have to be over the top, don't you?" I pulled her chair out for her.
"Sometimes it's good though, right?" I took my seat.
Her smile was bright and wide – infectious. She nodded.
"Sometimes, it’s very good."
The waiter was quick to get our wine selection, appetizers, and anything else we desired. Once he returned with the wine, water, bread, and small appetizers, he took our main entrée orders and was on his way again.
I took a drink of wine and cleared my throat.
"Did I tell you that you look gorgeous tonight?" I raised one eyebrow and smiled crooked at her.
"No, you said beautiful earlier."
"Oh,." I smiled.
"You know, you're giving mixed signals the way you change your mind. Is it beautiful or gorgeous?" She teased and sipped at her drink.
"Hmm...how about delicious?" I offered.
"Wow, delicious. Do you plan on eating me later?" She blushed and put her hand up before I could answer. "Never mind, don't answer that." She giggled.
"Favorite movie?"
She gave me an amused look before shaking her head. "I didn’t mean you had to go the whole twenty questions route when I talked about slowing down.
"Honestly, I don't have a favorite. I like a lot of movies, though, I'll say I've seen Breakfast at Tiffany's the most. What about you?"
"Hmmm...well, that's not an easy one to answer. I have different favorites for different reasons. I mean, I love The Godfather movies, James Bond and Team America World Police; however, there are others."
"America...Fuck Yeah!" She sang, just before she brought her wine glass to her mouth.
"Durkah, durkah."
I thought wine was going to come out of her nose. Once she calmed down, she removed her hand from her mouth and nose.
"Don't do that when I'm taking a drink." She teasingly scolded.
"Here, try this," I stabbed some of the lobster bisque close to me and held it up to her. She leaned a little and took the fork into her mouth. She moaned and licked her lips. My pants became increasingly tight.
"That's really good," she sipped her water.
"I know, it's one of my favorites, which brings another question." She looked at me with her full attention. "Favorite food?"
"Oh, now that’s almost impossible to answer," she seemed to really have to think about it. "I really can't answer that." She sighed. "I like a lot of different things; pizza is a consistent staple, along with Chinese."
"Okay. Favorite book?"
"That's easy, Little Women." She smiled and I couldn't help but smile at her.
Our food arrived and we fell into a comfortable silence as we enjoyed our dinner.
"What about musicals, do you like those? Or plays?" I hoped I wasn’t being too obvious or giving away my surprise.
"Well, I really have only seen musicals made into movies. You know, like My Fair Lady, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, etcetera, but I like them. My Fair Lady is one of my favorites. Though, that may be because of Audrey Hepburn, who I adore."
"Hepburn fan?"
"Definitely." She pushed her plate away and leaned onto the table again.
"Really?" She nodded and sipped at her wine.
"So what about you, Iverson? What are you hobbies?"
"Hmm...I guess baseball. Or at least it was my hobby." I sighed.
"What?" she asked with concern.
"I don't have the time anymore to meet up with the guys and play. It kind of sucks." I chuckled halfheartedly.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"It's not your fault, why are you sorry?"