By the time we reach the dessert course, I'm tipsy on the excellent wine and Tim's intense attention. He's so direct as he tells me how much he admires everything from my work ethic to the ways my family gets along with each other...and how much he wants me. If only he knew how much that feeling is mutual! I notice that his cheeks are dark with stubble--he must have to shave twice a day if he has evening meetings--and I can see the vein in his throat pulse above the collar of his button-down shirt.
As he pays the check and calls for the valet, I'm feeling ready to just pull him into a dark alley to have my way with him. He's so confident in this environment, telling people what to do and expecting that they'll respond immediately. Which, of course, they do. I can tell the hostess hates
