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"If you like...," he hesitated, wondering if she didn't want to be seen with him or had some other reason for not inviting him in.

He acquiesced, then asked for her telephone number. He then texted her the name and address of the restaurant.

As he pulled up in front of her condo, he suggested, "see you in an hour?" Perhaps he would stop by home himself...
 
Anton considered. Their first date.. may as well go all out. "Fancy," he texted back, "and I insist on picking you up. In an hour?"

He arrived back home and hopped in the shower, imagining her doing the same... god, what a vision!

He emerged, shaven and clean. After drying, he put on one of his tuxedos, simple, yet elegant. As he drove back to Melina's, he called the restaurant and reserved a table in the salon on the upper floor. Only patrons who spoke Italian knew of it. It was something special, and now he had someone to share it with.

He arrived at Melina's, and knocked on her door.
 
Smiling she quickly enjoyed a lavish warm bath and fixed her hair slipping into the Egyptian/Mediterranean inspired green flowing dress and clipping her hair up a little she smiled slipping on her heels and fixing her makeup not that she ever wore a lot of it anyways. Ready to go she awaited Anton somewhat hoping this dress survived the night in one piece.
 
Anton exhaled softly as Melina opened the door. He took her hand, bringing it to his lips, "It might be tempting fate, but no one has ever been lovelier."

The faint scent of amber lingered in his nostrils as he brought her hand down, pulling her closer for a soft kiss.

"Ready?" he asked. She grabbed her purse and closed the door behind her. He put her arm in his and walked her to his car, feeling like the king of the world. A passer by stopped and stared open mouthed at they passed. He opened the door and let her settle in, poetry in motion.

A minute later, they were on their way, forcing him to mind the road and not her. A half hour later, they arrived at a remodeled, older building, next to a lake. There was a line out the door of the main entrance, which he passed as he parked in the rear of the building. He opened her door and took her hand. As she rose, he gave her another kiss, this one hungrier and more insistent.

And then he conducted her a smaller back entrance. They entered into a lavish foyer. He gave his name to the woman behind the desk and they were immediate escorted upstairs and seated in large leather chairs, at a table by a window. Heads had turned as they passed, not that they were dressed more formally than anyone else, but at the sheer beauty of them together.

A waiter appeared, bearing to small crystal glasses of aperitif, "compliments of the house."
 
She only barely remembered treatment like this in a restaurant as a child when she would visit her father's parents in DC. Or on the date occasion that her mother's parents were able to travel.

Anton... How... Why... This is so... Wonderful.
 
She was suddenly so innocent, which made her all the more beautiful to him. He set his hand gently on hers, "I wanted our first date... to be memorable."

He watched as she sampled the aperitif, and laughed, "Believe it or not, but the order of monks that make this claim the recipe was created in the renaissance."

The waiter appeared with menus, hand written in Italian, and a wine list. He saw her regard the menu and knew she had traveled, but asked, "Do you read Italian?"
 
No not really I can barely read my mother's native Greek. Which my grandmother never fails to call my mother out on all the time.

She smiled... Memorable this certainly was.
 
"Ah," he shook his head smiling, "Grandmothers... Mine had a glass of this daily. Said it aided digestion."

He reminisced for a moment, "She would have loved you..."

He regarded the menu, "then allow me."

He felt her eyes on him as he gave a description of each dish, eventually commenting, "I want it all!"
 
Eggplant parmesan.

She smiled as if remembering a memory as well for a moment.

Grandmother loved it. And my grandmother swears by Ouzo.
 
Anton made a face, "never could stand the stuff."

He chuckled at her response and returned to the menu. When the waiter returned, he rattled off several dishes and wine.

"The problem is that it is all good," he sighed.

Looking at her, drinking her in, " I want it all..."
 
Somehow I don't think you are talking about the menu any more.

She winked slipping her foot from her heel and let her toes rub against his pants leg with a purr.
 
"Food, love," he teased, "can anyone ever say they don't want more?"

He felt her foot tracing up his leg, Melina suddenly less innocent. Anton smiled at her appreciatively, then reached for his wine. He caught another diner staring at them.

"I am the envy of every man here," he observed, reaching to take her hand. He brought it to his lips, and kissed the soft skin.

He simply held her hand for a time, his eyes telling her his feelings and desires. The waiter was silent as he placed appetizers in front of them as unobtrusively as possible.
 
She just smiled watching his expressions nodding absently to the waiter but never losing contact with Anton's eyes.
 
He eventually released her hand, and picked up his fork. He gestured lightly toward her plate, "please, some things are best enjoyed hot."

He smiled as she tasted and enjoyed. There were so many delights he wanted to share with her..
 
She leaned in close.

So... How far would you have... taken... that little scene in your office?

Taking a bite of the food she smiled waiting for his answer.
 
Anton smiled warmly at the memory, "If we had not been on the verge of interruption, I would have taken it far indeed."

When she had leaned closer, he had sensed the faintest waft of her perfume. Now that she had settled back in her chair, her mouth closing over a small morsel, he had to restrain himself.

He sampled his own appetizer, reluctant to say how terribly attractive she was, and how far he feared he would go to have her.
 
She smirked suspecting he had missed the double meaning of her words. She sat back dining quietly. She could see those gears turning. The ones that always made him back off.
 
Dinner was, of course, delicious. All the more so because of his dinner companion. He delighted in her enjoyment, encouraging her to try everything. Not that she needed much encouragement, mind you. She was adventurous and it thrilled him.

When dinner was finally done, and the dessert menu was offered, Anton declined, asking in Italian for one of each, packaged to go. The waiter smiled, as though knowing his thoughts.

When Melina looked at him curiously, he explained, "dessert is best enjoyed in bed."
 
She smirked deviously.

Yes... It is.

She stood and walked out with him to the car when everything was paid for and they were ready to go.

So... To the condo?
 
The looks of envy he caught as he walked Melina from the restaurant. He slid his arm around her waist, feeling her oblique's move beneath the sheer fabric. Her gown parted along her thigh as she slid into the car, and he sighed.

As he took his seat and started the car, she asked where they were going back to her condo. He had assumed they would return to his place, but hers was fine too. "If you like," he grinned, "I didn't know if you would mind crumbs in your bed."

He eased the car onto the road, feeling the tension rising between them. His hand reached over and slid beneath a slit in her dress, resting on her thigh. He felt her shift in her seat, and began to caress her...
 
Her hand moved to his thigh as she leaned in close to his ear and whispered.

Why don't we say whichever one is closer... I think we are both way too hungry for dessert to wait much longer.
 
Anton slid his hand a little further up her thigh in agreement, "That would be my place then."

Not that he needed any encouragement from her, but the feel of her hand on his thigh had made his cock throb with hardness.

He took a quick right and soon pulled onto the highway. He kept his breath slow. Her palm was an inch from the head of his cock, trying to snake its way through his pant leg to her.

Thankfully, he was only one exit away, and five minutes later he entered the garage beneath his building. He parked and immediately pulled Melina closer for a kiss. Their breath was hot in each other's mouth as they parted. He slid from the car, grabbing the bag of desserts, and took her hand.
 
Well this is a first I have never seen your place.

She curled close nipping at his earlobe with a purr.

Might just look like I am trapped.

She held his hand curling against him as they walked.
 
Anton chuckled lightly, "Well, we have been... intimate, for.. something less than twenty four hours? Showing you my place was a lower priority.."

He couldn't help but purr himself when she pressed close and nipped his ear, "I suspect you would rather like being trapped.. with me. I can arrange that."

His building was large, townhouses in a tudor style. A neighbor, walking her dog, stopped to stare at them, as though drawn by the fire between them. With his free hand, he unlocked the door, then ushered her in. Dim lights came on automatically, illuminating the small foyer and the adjacent rooms. He shut the door and immediately pulled her closer, bringing his lips to hers.
 
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