Love Under Two Benedicts(23)
He didn’t have to wait long before a waitress appeared. She poured water into the glass at his table and handed him a menu so he could peruse the bill of fare.
Her smile was bright and sunny. He couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked in her simple white blouse and black skirt.
“Good evening and welcome to Lusty Appetites. I’m Michelle, and I’ll be taking care of you this evening.”
“Hello, Michelle.” He figured if he didn’t smile or talk, he’d stand out more in the woman’s memory than if he did. Whenever he’d gone anywhere before he got married, he’d felt free to flirt with any woman who appealed to him. He’d had to curtail the habit, especially once he decided to run for mayor. It occurred to him that disguised as he was, there was no need to deny himself a little fun. Michelle certainly appealed to him. Her sleek blond hair and soft womanly curves looked like they’d give him a very comfortable ride. He lowered his voice and asked, “What looks good tonight?”
“Our Friday special is a smothered roast beef sandwich with lots of onions and gravy.”
“That sounds really good.” He closed the menu and gave her his best smile. “No need to read any further. I’ll have that.”
He sat back and waited for his food, keeping his attention focused so that every time the door to the kitchen opened, he peered inside. Once, he saw a young woman dishing up food, but she wasn’t the woman he’d come there to see.
He remembered Kelsey Madison. For a couple of years after the incident, he’d sometimes seen her face front and center in his dreams.
His dinner was served promptly, and he had to admit the food tasted good. He could see why this place had been written up in the food section of the Waco paper.
He took his time eating, giving all the appearance of having nothing more on his mind than clearing his plate.
When the waitress returned to check on him, he raved over the meal. “The reason I came all the way here from Waco was because I saw that write-up in the Tribune-Herald last month.”
“You know, we have a lot of people coming all the way from Waco because of that article.”
“Well, it’s certainly been well worth the trip.” Then he frowned, as if trying to remember something. “The owner…Kelly, Kathy…”
“Kelsey. Kelsey Madison,” Michelle said.
“Right! Kelsey! Is she available for a moment? My mamma raised me to always say thank you for the vittles. I’d like to tell Ms. Madison how wonderful my dinner was.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you! Unfortunately, this is Kelsey’s early night, and she’s already gone home, but I’ll be sure to give her your compliments.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. The beef really was quite delicious.”
“Nothing we like more than a satisfied customer. Now, can I tempt you with dessert and coffee?”
Because he needed to appear like a normal diner, he ordered the apple pie with ice cream and coffee.
It wouldn’t do to ask, so he had to assume that Friday was Kelsey’s regular early night. Actually, that could work to his advantage because Cora Lynn had a regular Friday lady’s club meeting. Friday was the one evening he could come and go without worry of interference.
His gaze wandered to the window. There wasn’t much traffic about, not many people in this dinky little town, actually. It shouldn’t be difficult to follow the woman once she left work. Probably, it would be a good idea to come here and eat a few times, so if he was seen no one would bother about him. He could be a bit of a familiar face, especially when the face and body weren’t really his.
Michelle delivered his coffee and dessert. “You know, we have a wonderful Sunday buffet, if that’s something that would appeal to you. We serve it from two p.m. till eight every Sunday.”
Wesley pretended to consider that. “Thanks. I’ll see what I can do. This food is certainly worth a second trip.”
Of course, Sunday was out of the question. He and Cora Lynn usually ate dinner at her parents’ house on Sunday.
He took note of the hours. He’d see about fitting in a lunch through the week. He sipped his coffee, glanced around the eatery.
Now that he’d been here, confidence filled him. He could do this, no sweat. One bold move, then he would be free to get on with the rest of his life. He was certainly entitled to that.
* * * *
Kelsey wondered that she didn’t shatter into a dozen tingling, pleasure-filled pieces.
Matthew used his tongue in long, lavish strokes to lap the honey from her body. He seemed in no hurry as he set about to drive her out of her mind, bringing that lovely organ so close to where she needed it most. He licked her labia and the delicate flesh above her clit. She swore she could feel that tiny nubbin stretch out of its protective hood, reaching for some of that oral play.