Betrayed 2(23)
The white dress had a plunging neckline and the gold chain around my neck gave him a reason to look in that general direction. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my dollar sized nipples were standing strong and proud.
I could see the way that he was licking his lips, probably envisioning the way that his mouth would feel when they encompassed both of them at the same time. I would moan and twist in his grasp, pushing my chest into his face and letting him devour me like I had just come hot from the oven.
“I hate to be that ‘guy’, but it was just a story. You already know that. I told you when I met you this morning that I never did find anything close to real love. I search and yet it remains elusive out of my grasp. I want that feeling that has me powerless to resist the eyes that are staring across from me at the table.” He had me mesmerized, as I was staring into those liquid blue pools. I knew the reason why women had a hard time restraining themselves.
He followed that up with a hand on my knee, squeezing lightly and not too forceful. It was enough to catch my attention and send a shiver down my spine. He didn’t try to move any further. This was where most men thought that they have a license to take things to the next level. He was actually waiting for my approval and the proper invitation to take the control out of my hands.
“I thought as much, but I wanted to hear it from you. Don’t you think that you are misrepresenting yourself by telling bold-faced lies to women that are only trying to find something that completes them? I don’t know why you can’t just be yourself. Would it be that bad to let down your guard and let somebody in? You’d be surprised at how easily a woman can get lost in the truth.” I couldn’t break his hold on my knee, no matter how much I wanted to chastise him for his behavior.
“I might come off as superficial, but the only way that I’m going to find what I’m looking for is by being a little dishonest. We all lie to protect ourselves. When we feel comfortable enough to reveal the truth is when there is commitment. I don’t think that it comes as any big surprise that men and women stack the deck when they go looking for love. They say whatever they need to, embellish their profession or leave out certain details like having kids or ex-boyfriends that are a bit more possessive than most.” He did make a valid point and one that had me thinking about my own actions.
“A man like you should have no problem getting somebody into bed. You obviously feel that there’s something missing in your life. Tell me what you see in the mirror every morning and be completely truthful for once in your life. Do you see the suave and debonair man or do you see something ugly?” I was putting him on the spot, but I didn’t see any reason to beat around the bush.
“I stand in front of the mirror every morning and I see the insecure little boy that I was in high school. The one that weighed less than 110 pounds; didn’t have any muscle tone and had to watch as those jocks and athletic types take their shot at every girl. I should’ve seen that I needed to be something that I wasn’t. It wasn’t until I got into college that I began to hit the weights. I actually slept with girls that didn’t give me the time of day in high school. It was kind of liberating to know that they had no idea that I was that meek and thin little kid that was more like wallpaper.” His story had a ring of truth and I looked for anything that would indicate that this was just another story and there was no sign to the contrary.
He took his hand away from my knee and placed both of them on the table just as the food arrived. The Alfredo with the cheese sauce was one of my favorites. It was steaming from the plate and the aroma caused me to close my eyes and be transported back to Italy.
“Doesn’t it feel better to get it off your chest? I know that it makes me see you in a different light. You have given me a chance to see underneath the bravado. That has proven to me that you can change. Maybe you were telling the truth about never finding love. I don’t know if we can build on the lies that you perpetrated on your profile. I’m willing to look past that, but only if you don’t try to fool me again. I’ve been once bitten and twice shy.” I took a forkful and I savored the moment, knowing that this dish was almost better than sex.
“I find myself at a loss for words. I would say that your beauty blinds me and makes me speechless, but that would only be just another line. I do find you sexy and you have this raw sexuality that oozes out of every pore. You can’t tell me that you didn’t wear a bra because you forgot. You obviously want men to look and crave you like the last piece of chocolate cake in the fridge.” He wasn’t wrong and like him, I was a wallflower in high school. I didn’t develop until I was out of high school.