“Maybe you should think about what I am going to do to you,” I challenge.
His eyes darken, heat, and he surprises me by leaning down near my ear and whispering, “I’ve been thinking about it since the day I met you.”
I expected some power play, and maybe it is that and more, because my reaction is white hot arousal. My heart races wildly and heat rushes through my blood. When he pulls back and draws my hand into his, leading me toward the stairs, I am aware of the raw masculine power radiating off of him, of my absolute burn for this man. Yes. He has control and I cannot wait to give him more. This is a power play and he’s won.
***
We reach the top of the stairs to be greeted by an older couple who look as if they’re in their mid-sixties. The woman is dressed in a simple blue sheath and the man in black slacks and white button-down collar shirt.
“Chris! It’s so good to see you, son,” the woman says. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen my godchild.” She hugs Chris like she is a mother seeing her child for the first time in years, and without question, there are deep ties here.
The man hugs Chris next. “We don’t see you enough, boy.”
Chris pats him on the back and releases him. “I know. I’ll work on that.” He wraps his arm around my waist. “Mike and Katie Wickerman, I’d like you to meet Sara McMillan.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Sara,” Katie beams, offering me her hand. She is pretty with sleek grey hair and a friendly smile.
“Thank you,” I say, sliding my palm against hers. It is warm and so is she. I like her. “I’m excited to be here.”
“Welcome, Sara,” Mike chimes in eagerly. “About time he brings a woman around.”
I blush and shake his hand, but he pulls me close and hugs me. He leans back to inspect me. “Let me look at you. No. No, you don’t look like a wine virgin to me.”
My cheeks heat further and I laugh. “I guess the excellent Cabernet I had in the limo saved me.”
“Broke your cherry, aye?”
I laugh and so does Chris, who pulls me under his arm and leans near my ear. “I thought I did that.”
“Mike!” Katie chides. “She doesn’t know you well enough to get your sense of humor.” She motions us forward. “I have a special tasting room set up for us but we won’t be allowing Mike to taste of the festivities.”
We fall into step behind Katie and Mike. “They like you,” Chris whispers.
“Godchild?”
“They were close friends of my parents and they never had kids of their own.”
I inhale at this announcement, stunned to realize Chris has done more than bring me some place he doesn’t bring other women. This is a piece of his past that I didn’t think he would allow me to see, but he’s let me inside his world, at least this tiny part.
My steps are a little more anxious as we enter a room with a huge wooden table spanning several feet, with a dozen or so chairs on each side. Fruit and cheese trays are displayed in the center of one end of the table.
Chris and I sit side by side and Katie and Mike sit down across from us. Katie is studying me with interest and I tie the shawl around my shoulders, afraid I’ll ruin the ‘virginal’ image I’ve been granted with too much nipple action. “Chris tells us you’ve recently went to work at a gallery in the city?” Katie asks.
“Yes. The Allure Gallery downtown where Chris has a collection for sale. That’s how I met him.”
“I know it well,” Katie comments. “And you were a school teacher before this?”
I’m surprised by how much Chris has shared with her. “I was. I am. My degree is in Art and it’s my true love. We’ll see how the summer works out. My boss says he has high hopes, but seems to think I need to know about wine to truly navigate the art world.”
Mike knocks on the table. “Right he is. Everyone needs to know about wine.”
“Chris doesn’t think so,” I dare to remark.
Katie’s gaze falls on her godson. “Then why does the local gallery serve wine?
“Because this is Napa Valley.”
“Exactly,” she concurs. “Wine and art go together.”
Mike waves at a waiter. “Sounds like the cue to start the sampling. It’ll loosen everyone up.” He winks at me. “That’s when you really get to know someone.”
Chris looks amused. “Good thing I don’t loosen up easily.” He nudges me. “You do though. Are you going to tell us all your secrets over Cabernet?”
“Hold out for a good year, honey,” Katie whispers conspiratorially. “Make him pay for your confessions.”