Finding me Pt2

It's taken a while. But it seems the words are flowing again. So this is the start of the Pt2, Just to wet you whistle.
Ebs x




We’re stood in the lift, descending to the reception area. I stare in to infinity; glowing on the inside that this beautiful man wants to spend an evening with me. I’m nothing special a typical trophy wife one who knows how to entertain and to be entertained.  Being a woman who stands by her man even though he doesn’t see her any more.  The girl he fell in love with left a long time ago and has been taken over by Dinner Parties, Charity Functions and Sunday Brunches.

I loved to dance. In fact I still do I’m only forty three of fuck sake, not Ninety three. I want to feel lost in the beat, the rhythm, feel totally possessed (may be in all things) I glance at my refection and He’s looking at me.

“How do you feel?” He asks with a delicate tone as if speaking with a child

“I’m Good, Really good.” I smile at Him, hoping that lightens the atmosphere that has taken over the small confined space of the lift.  He reaches for my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. An action I was not and did not expect from him. Inwardly I smile feeling like a teenager again walking out of her front door to the boy who’s collecting her for prom.

As the lift arrives to the ground floor He looks at me, “just remember “Crimson” ok, as soon as it gets too much. All you need to say is “crimson” ok.” his gaze is heavy with a hint of concern.

“I will” I give him a slight smile and gentle nod just as the lift sounds our arrival. As we step out into the reception area, He offers me his arm and I gracefully take it as He leads me to the main entrance.

We step out into the chill of the evening air. It shouldn’t be cold, although it is late August and fall is certainly in the air. A car is labouring by the curb and He guides me; as we approach a man with a pristine dark suit and dark tie. As we draw near to the car, I notice its exclusivity. The driver casually opens the door for us and places his first two fingers to the tip of his cap.

“Evening Mam, Sir” He gives the driver a slight nod and we gracefully take a seat in the exquisite upholstery.

“I have decided that for the remainder of the evening you may talk with me freely.  However, you cannot question what I do to you.  We are two adults going out for dinner and I would most graciously appreciate your company.” He looks over to me the light from the frontage of the hotel only illuminating the one side of his beautiful face.

“I would really like that” I reply coyly.  The car is magnificent. A Bentley Flying Spur. All Six litre, V12 of her. Taupe grey interior with the Bentley wings elegantly embroidered in each headrest.  I give myself over to the elegance of it all.  I know I have money, I know I’ll never want for anything.  However, right here, right know, I feel valued, wanted and important. Someone wants to spend time with me.  Find out who I am and what I want. I will do anything to feel this significant.

We both sat quietly during our journey.  We arrived at a beautiful stone building.  It had the accents of a castle. Grey stone work, large wooden arch like doors that seem to intimidate.  Small widows lit by candles. The atmosphere was intriguing.  Calm on the outside with a subtle under current of lasciviousness.   The driver opened the door; He got out first and offered his hand for me to follow. I placed my hand zealously in his. I settled my arm in the crook of his and He guided me in to the building.  It was nothing that I had imagined. Huge large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, large church candles on pedestals were strategically placed along the corridor towards a desk that stood lonely in the center. A woman dressed in an elegant full black dress acknowledged us.

“Good evening, Stacey Will show you to your table and will be your attendant all night” A slim woman; I would put her at the same age as the receptionist appeared from a dark corner.

“Good evening Please follow me” her voice was light and welcoming.  We followed the slight blonde through an archway at the far end of the corridor. She twisted the knob on the door and pushed it open letting us go first.  Of course, He went before me, as we both could not fit through the door together. He waited in the other side of the threshold for me join his side.  Our attendant stepped in front to show us to our table. He graciously pulled out my chair as I began to sit He took my hand and kissed the back softly, it sent an electric pulse all the way down my exposed back. Has He helped to push my chair in his fingers brushed the back of my neck and glided down my left shoulder.

The room was as I expected, Divine. Soft lighting, heavy velvet drapes covered the arched windows; dark wood encased the lower half of the walls.  The table wear was plain, Ivory tablecloths, Ivory napkins, that were simply rolled and tided with a ribbon in deep red to match the curtains. I glanced around the room and took note that there was only around five other tables, all laid for two. However, at this time we were the only ones in the small dining room.  Strangely, even though the other tables were vacant, we had been sat on a table in the middle.

“This is a beautiful place” Look up at him through my lashes, I feel like a teenager on a first date. I shouldn't feel conscious this man has done all manner of things to me in the last six hours and yet I still feel…. Umm overwhelmed maybe, it’s so hard trying to explain how you’re feeling when you have no idea what the feelings are.

“Yes it is. I haven’t been here in a while so the menu may have changed. However if the Lamb is on the menu I would recommend it."

“Is that a request; that you would like me to order the lamb, or am I free to choose?” I say with a little more conviction than I feel.

He takes a deep breath “I know I said that you could speak freely however if you think your smart remarks will not go unnoticed, you are very much mistaken. As I said it is a recommendation, you are free to order whatever you like.” His tone is low and I feel the deepness of his voice vibrate in my chest.  I slightly dip my head to one side to acknowledge his comment.

I gaze at the menu and realize that I am starving.  I snap my eyes up to his.  His gaze gives nothing away.  The treasure that I am secretly hiding hums deep inside me