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I was pulling the heated veal parmigiana from the stove when Nick came up behind me. His erection pressed against my ass and made me shiver. I almost dropped the veal. One strong arm held me by the waist while he used his other hand to go up under the tiny skirt.
“Forget the food, baby,” he whispered into my ear.
I slapped his hands and arms away. “Nick. I’ve got a four-course meal here and I’d really appreciate it if we could enjoy the food while catching up on each other’s lives.”
“Why is it so quiet in here?” Normally my place is alive with music.
“I didn’t want any noise to interfere with our elegant dinner conversation.”
He took a step back and smiled. “What kind of game are you playing, Asha?”
I handed him a platter of calamari and tried to look innocent. “Why, whatever do you mean, Nick? I am a lady having a gentleman over for dinner. Now, would you please help me out here?”
“Baby, if you want me to sit through a four-course meal, you’re going to have to change that outfit.”
I ignored the suggestion and tried not to giggle.
Pour the water. Fill the wineglasses. Load up our plates with calamari and antipasto. Sit down and take a bite.
He watched every move I made with a hunger in his eyes that made me yearn for him like I never had before. My fork clicked back and forth against the plate. He didn’t move. He didn’t say a word.
“Aren’t you going to eat, honey? It really is delicious.”
“Okay, Asha. I’ll play along.”
“So, how is the restaurant business?”
Nick swallowed one piece of calamari. “Business is booming, Asha. Now, I’ve finished my appetizer. What’s the next course?”
He didn’t even chew it! I had planned to march him through the appetizer, then some bread and cheese with the veal as the third course and me as the fourth. But if he was going to throw whole chunks of food down his throat, we’d end up in St. Vincent’s hospital’s emergency room instead of my big round bed.
“It’s a delicious new bread and there are three different kinds of cheese.”
We had been sitting at opposite ends of the long table. Now, he picked up his plate and came over to sit beside me.
“I’ve missed you, Asha.”
“How sweet!”
He started to say something else and then stopped.
“Nick, you’re always doing that. Please say whatever it was that you started to say.”
He cleared his throat. “There is something but it has to wait for the right day and the right time.”
“Why? Are you getting married or something? You can tell me, I won’t get mad.”
He looked at me with a very queer expression on his face. “I know you won’t.”
“Well, are you?”
“What?”
“Getting married?”
“No, I’m not. Let’s change the subject, okay?”
For some strange reason, I felt better knowing that Nick wasn’t getting ready to tie the knot. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”
