Dinner With Karine

“Hello, Karine.”

“Hello, Jason Cheung.”

“We’re still on for this evening, right?”

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

He smiled. “Me too. What’s your apartment number?”

She told him.

“I’ll be down in five minutes.”

“I’ll be ready and waiting.”

He hung up. After he checked himself out in the mirror, he grabbed his wallet and left the apartment. He took the elevator two flights down to her floor and got off, his heart racing with excitement. When he was standing outside of her apartment, he took a deep breath before he rang the bell.

The door opened and she stood there. He swallowed hard as his eyes travelled over her. She looked stunning. “You look very handsome,” she said.

“And you look beautiful,” he muttered. He wanted so badly to lean over and kiss her on the cheek or to hug her but was afraid that it would be his undoing. His body was throbbing with desire.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.” He moved back so that she could step out of her apartment and into the hallway. After she locked the door, she preceded him to the elevator. The black dress she wore fitted her snugly, hugging her body in all the right places. As they rode down in the elevator, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and she watched him, smiling.

The limo was parked outside and she looked at it. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting this when you said that you would arrange our transportation.”

“I wanted to impress you,” he said as he held the door open for her.

“You don’t need a limo to do that. I was impressed with you the first time we met,” she told him before she got in. He was very pleased to hear that.

He got in beside her and soon they were on their way. Her perfume was pleasant, not overwhelming. His eyes drifted over to her and down to her legs. She was the most beautiful and desirable woman he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe that she was single and that she was sitting here in the back of a limo with him.

“So, where are you taking me, Jason Cheung?” she asked, looking at him.

“Leon Villas.” Gatimu had recommended it. “If you really want to impress her, take her there,” he had told him.

“Wow. I’ve never been there but I heard great things about it.”

“I visited their website and the food looks really good.”

For the appetizer, they had vegetable samosas and for the main course, he had the Keema Stew and she the Chicken Masala with pilau rice. The food was incredible. He had to thank Gatimu for recommending this place.

“So, what do you do with yourself when you’re not working or going for walks?” Karine asked him.

“I like to read, watch the sun set or play my guitar.”

Her eyebrows arched. “You play the guitar?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to hear you play.”

“You’re welcome to stop by my apartment anytime,” he said.

“And you’re welcome to drop by mine but you’ll have to settle for my stereo because I don’t play any instruments.”

He smiled. It was such a wonderful evening that he wished it didn’t have to end. They talked and shared stories about themselves and their families over dessert. Then, it was time to go. Reluctantly, he signaled for the bill, paid it, leaving a generous tip for their waitress.

It was a lovely night. Cool. The streets were filled with people who seemed to want to be out enjoying the night too. “Do you dance?” she asked him.

“Not really.”

“I do. Next Saturday, I’ll take you to 40Forty Lounge. It’s a topnotch night-club with a great ambience, beautiful decorations and great music. You’ll like it. We can enjoy their international cuisine first and then dance those calories away. What do you say?”

“I say, yes.” He was willing to go anywhere and do anything just to be with her.

Some time later, when they were standing outside of her apartment, facing each other after she had unlocked her door, she said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Jason. I had a great time.” It was the first time she hadn’t called him by his full name.

“I had a great time too, Karine,” he replied quietly, his expression tense as he met her gaze.

She reached up, pulled his head down and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night, Jason.”

“Good night, Karine,” he muttered breathlessly. He waited until she had gone inside before he turned and walked away. His skin tingled where her lips had been. It had taken every ounce of willpower to fight the temptation to take her in his arms and give into awakened desires and endless pleasures but he didn’t want to rush things. When the time was right, what he had been longing for since the moment he first laid eyes on her would happen. Until then, he was content with the peck on the cheek.

Source: Discover Walks