I realize my inner voice is telling me all of these excuses, to protect myself from the certain disappointment I would have if he didn't follow through. I convince myself to be practical about it. I am kind of on vacation, and I should enjoy myself! Perhaps I've had too many drinks, although it was only two, but I refuse to drive myself crazy over some guy I hardly know. I decide that it's time to move on and not be so hard on myself. If it's meant to be, or if it's not, I won't have any expectations.
As I get home to my bungalow, I come in and quickly get ready to shower and relax. But before I get a chance, I see a mysterious and beautiful package on the bed. As I approach, I see it is a gorgeous assortment of flowers and local delicacies with a note.
"Hello beautiful. Thinking about you. I will call you tonight and pick you up for a little local fun in the nearby town. Perhaps another story for your writing? Ricky."
Then I hear a buzz on my phone. I look up a little startled. Taking a look, I don't recognize the number but the text message makes it clear.
"Belle, I'll pick you up in an hour. Wear a sexy dress. Looking forward to it. Ricky."
I grin from ear to ear. But how did he even get my cell phone number? I could have sworn I didn't give it to him last night. Maybe I was mistaken? I shake my head. And he wants a sexy dress, huh? I have the perfect black dress in mind. Although I'm curvy, this dress hugs my curves in all the right places. I'm rather self-conscious with most outfits, but this was a rare and perfect fit.
What did he have in mind for us tonight? Even if it was a quiet night, just sitting next to him and listening to his beautiful voice and looking at his handsome face, it would be a perfect night for me. My inner voices squeal giddily at the exciting thought.
In record time, I shower and get dressed. I apply some makeup and work on my hair a little. And before I know it, there’s a knock on my door.
As I open the door, I can't stop smiling at his handsome face smiling back at me.
"Wow, hello, beautiful Belle," he breathes in sharply, looking me up and down as though he is quite impressed. I flush and look down. He gives a light wolf whistle.
"Stop that, you're embarrassing me," I mutter sheepishly. I'm really not used to that kind of attention, especially from a man like him.
"What, you're absolutely beautiful. No need to be embarrassed," he assures me. "Okay, I don't want to make you feel embarrassed. Shall we?" He offers his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. I lock onto his sculpted arm and let him escort me out into the night.
When we get to the parking lot of the resort, there is a limo awaiting us. A good-looking, muscular and well-presented limo driver is at the door, holding it open for me with a nice smile. I shoot a glance at Ricky with a raised eyebrow. A limo? Where is he taking me?#p#分页标题#e#
"You pulled out all the stops, didn't you? Nice limo," I tease him with a smile.
"Oh, you have no idea," he teases me back with a winning grin. I smile but wonder what he means. So much mystery in the night and him, too. What is he hiding?
Within a few minutes of driving, the limo stops. The door opens, as the driver extends his hand to help me out. I look up and see that we are in front of a small local bar or club. It looks nondescript yet lively and popular with the locals.
"I figure since you are working on your travel writing here, that I'd bring you to some local flavor with the nightlife," Ricky explains. As we walk in, it feels like an authentic local club and bar, both with its decor and local Dominican flair. I hope I don't stick out too much as a foreigner. But I know I don't blend in.
The music is loud and pulsating. The sexy, Latin beats go on as he pulls me towards the bar and dance floor. Oh, a dance floor, my inner voice winces. As a kid, I loved to dance. Then as I got older and notably heavier and curvier, I've avoided the dance floor. I tell myself to relax and enjoy the moment.
Ricky turns around with two drinks, offering me one. I take it happily, as I look around the bar scene. It seems to be getting crowded quickly and more people are on the adjacent dance floor. Ricky pulls me off to the side so we have a little space.
"Do you want to dance?" he beams at me with a mischievous look.
"Um, sure," I grudgingly answer. But before I can get the words out, he grabs my hand and pulls me out to an open space on the dance floor. As if on cue, the music changes to a dramatic, pulsating, sexy Latin beat. He dramatically pulls me towards him, grabs my hips and does a sudden sexy move with me. I can't help but stare deeply into his intense eyes. I let my body go and flow with him and the music. Suddenly, I'm unaware of anybody else in the world, in that room, except for us.
Our bodies move in a perfect rhythm, moving along with this sexy beat as we hold each other close and gaze into each other’s eyes. I feel my pulse rising and my heart beating faster. Normally, I'm terribly aware of my size and body in front of other people. But this moment was different. As he holds me and dances with me, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. And no other girl but me exists anywhere for him.