My God, he·s beautiful, in a sexy, animal kind of way.
Her first thought surprised her ashe sat down and proceeded to introduce himself. His name matched his persona. Withskin the color of onyx, the contrast between it, his full head of stark-white wavy hairand dazzling turquoise eyes made her heart jump. Tall and muscular, later he wouldgive jogging all the credit for his physique and she would thank God for jogging. Heappeared almost too pretty with a magnetism she couldn·t deny. He took her breathaway, literally.At the end of the auction, he politely invited her to lunch and she jumped at theopportunity to spend more time in his presence. The meal ended with her giving himher number, something she·d never done since she·d spoken her marriage vows, someforty-eight years ago. When he sent her flowers the next week, then later called andinvited her to dinner, she gave a prayer of thanks and quickly accepted.
And now, here we are.
She realized she·d been silent for a while, picked up the menuto hide her embarrassment and peeked over it to see if he·d noticed. He seemedengrossed in the menu. She placed hers back on the cream linen tablecloth and watchedhim do the same. He removed a clove cigarette from its thin, silver case. She watchedhim lean back, close his eyes and take his first drag. Although she hadn·t smoked in ayear, she could feel his enjoyment. She saw how he turned his head, just slightly andcarefully blew the smoke away from her. Helene smiled because even though shedisapproved of his smoking, his actions were always so thoughtful.´Have you decided, ma petite chérie?µShe loved when he called her that. It implied that she belonged to him.´I·m leaning toward the Poulet au Jambon, although the Filet De Porc aux Pruneauxsounds delicious.µ
Besides, at my age, a little prune sauce couldn·t hurt.
Sometimes, I crackmyself up.
She noticed she did a lot of that since becoming a widow. She hoped he couldtell she·d been practicing her French.´Ah, your French is très bon. The improvement is quite impressive. Rewardyourself, splurge, order whatever your heart desires.µShe pictured the two of them in bed, taking care of all sorts of desires. Suddenly,she lost her appetite and dinner didn·t seem so important, yet she didn·t protest whenhe refilled her champagne flute. Slight intoxication would come in handy for her latenight plans.´I·ve been thinking about you«us, more than you·d imagine,µ he confessed as heplaced the bottle back into the silver ice bucket.Her heart raced.´You know, at our age, it isn·t wise to waste time. Don·t you agree?µ
Don·t I agree? God, yes« Yes« YES! Sweep the dishes to the floor and take me on thetable, right here, right now in front of everyone, please, oh, PLEASE.
She could blame herimagination for sending her straight to hell. Silently, she vowed to give up secretly