Betrayed 2(22)

“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Take me to dinner tonight and we’ll get to the truth one way or the other.” I was daring him to cross that line in the sand. He not only agreed to the date, but he also bought the car that I was bending over obscenely. I was quite the focus for those guys that were watching from their offices.



I was dressed in a sheer white flowing form fitting dress that had a slit up the side to show off my long and lean legs. They were muscular and formed into the kind that would look good in anything. I wanted to make a good first impression and the restaurant that I had chosen for this occasion was owned by my Uncle Antonio.

I arrived early and had him show me to a table in the back. “Please don’t tell me that this is another one of those young kids that don’t know any better. I see the way that they look at you. You can’t tell me that you don’t know that you’re a cougar. You may not be the age of one, but you certainly act the part. I can’t even look at your father and not think about the way that you flaunt your body.” Antonio was my only uncle and the one that I had a bit of a crush on when I was growing up.

“Don’t be jealous, Uncle Antonio. I like to spread the wealth, but don’t worry there’s always protection. I don’t do anything unless there’s a glove involved.” I could see that he was embarrassed and the flush in his cheeks made me slap his shoulder in a jovial nature.

“One of these days, you are going to bite off more than you can chew. There’s a man out there that is going to be your final undoing. I just hope that I’m alive when it happens. Do you want to tell me the name of your intended party, so that I can be a good host and bring him to your table upon arrival?” I told him his first name, leaving out the last, in case there was recognition in his eyes.

I was half Italian and I wore that heritage with pride. I even went into the kitchen from time to time with Antonio and let him teach me a few things about cooking. The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I had the statuesque figure and a body that just wouldn’t quit. That had the makings of an unstoppable combination.

The lighting was sparse and had the atmosphere of romance in the air. The candle that was lit on every table had that certain something. Couples looking longingly into each other’s eyes had me almost begging for someone that would give me that kind of love and devotion. The last guy that I took here gave me a reason to grip the tabletop. I still saw him on occasion when my hunger for a long and agile tongue was more than I could take. He might’ve been young, but his youthful enthusiasm more than made up for his inexperience.

I heard somebody clearing their throat and I looked up from my fantasy world to see that my wet dream had come true. Marshall was dressed in a black tuxedo that made him like a beacon to those women that were not happy in their relationship. I saw some of the girls at other tables using their compacts to get a look at what was a testament to his gender.

“I know that it’s a bit cheesy, but I took the liberty of buying you a rose.” Coming from anybody else, I would think that he was doing something sweet, but this had the earmarks of wanting to get into my pants. “I know and I should’ve splurged on the whole dozen, but I didn’t want them to be outshined by the beauty at the table. This one rose compliments your eyes.” I had a catch in my throat and I never felt like my heart had stopped until that moment.

“I know that it’s customary for the man to order, but I know the owner personally. I want you to experience Italy in the way that I did one summer when I visited some of my relatives. True Italian cooking comes from love.” I held the rose and pretended to smile and smell the fragrance of the petals. I wasn’t much for flowers, but for some reason, this really did send sparks down below my waist.

“It’s very progressive of you to order for the man. I think that I’m going to have to watch out for you. You might be more than I can handle, but I think that remains to be seen. Tell me, what made you so interested in meeting me from my profile?” He was trying to trip me up, but I had done my due diligence and read his profile word for word.

“I think it was the way that you talked about a past love that got away. It had me thinking that I wanted to save you. You appeared to be damaged and in desperate need of some tender loving care. Was any of that real or did you just come up with that to throw your line into the available pool of women circling like sharks?” There didn’t seem to be a reason to sugarcoat anything. He already knew that I was approached by the girls and his playbook was going to have to be revised.