Secret Love Chapter One - Continues

We enter Nobu Restaurant. The place evokes the beauty of the Japanese countryside with natural textures, birch trees, wood floors and a beautiful river stone wall. The place is chic, sexy and dark. The same way I like my men. We head straight to the bar. "You have to try the Pineapple Martini here, it's amazing," Ashley squeals. I could see Terrance already at the bar talking to the bartender. He looks more handsome then I remembered. He has the air of a self-assured man. A confident man is one of the sexist things to watch. 

In the past when I was a teenager, I always had a schoolgirl crush on him. I looked at him as an older distinguish man. The 12 year age difference seemed huge while in high school. As we walk closer to him, I think how those years mean nothing now. The man is fine. Were his lips always that full and juicy? "Terrence it's so good to see you," I say greeting him with a hug. "Look at you," he replies while his muscular arms pull my body closer into his firm chest. His soft lips lightly brushed against my ear. His mustache tickles my earlobe while his hot breath heats my neck as he growls into my ear.

A spark resonated throughout my entire body. Oh my God … my panties are wet. What’s my body doing? I pulled away with a jerk, alarmed by my body’s hedonistic response. He caught my wrist “Where are you going?” he asked with a smirk. I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips. I’m polarized. I spy him scanning my entire body. He starts with my freshly painted tangerine toes delicately exposed by my strappy stiletto heels. He moves his gaze up my bare legs and lingers his eyes on my exposed cleavage. 

I’ve never witnessed a man study my body so deliberately. I should be insulted but I’m not; I'm intrigued. Finally, he settles his line of vision into my honey brown eyes. “You’ve developed into quite a captivating woman," he said seductively. “Yow,” I yelped with excitement. Oh shit! I said that out loud and I'm smiling like a freak. “Ahem… ahh… hello, I'm here too. Remember me?” Ashley asks with attitude. Terrance releases my wrist and his entrancing gaze. I was thankful for both. “Sorry sis”, he said as he hugs her. “This way lovely ladies,” as he leads us to our table. Terrance guides me with his hand on the small of my back. His touch is firm but gentle. I didn’t realize how much I miss the touch of a man’s hands on my body. It‘s been almost two years since the separation from my husband and my celibacy began. The divorce has taken a toll on so many parts of my life.

Our night was full of laughter, drinking and occasional brushes of Terrance's hand on my leg under the tablecloth. With all the reminiscing our time together flew. We didn’t realize we had shut the place down, until our exhausted waiter came to the table for the fourth time trying to pick up the bill. “Which way to the ladies room?” Ashley asks. “Allow me to show you ma’am,” the waiter replies. Ashely follows the waiter to the back of the restaurant. 

Terrance lays his credit card inside the bill folder and watches Ashley until she walks out of sight. Then he turns to me and asks, “How good are you with keeping secrets?” I was afraid of the question. I grab my martini and finish the last swallow. “Umm... ok, I uh... suppose. Why?” I asks. Terrance leans in closer to me. “This whole night all I can think about is kissing your lips and I don't mean the ones that I am looking at,” he whispers. “Terrance you’re married. What are you thinking?” I bark. “Don't act like you don't like it," he says with a wicked smile. “I know you feel our connection. We have a lot in common. You’re not happy with your situation and I’m not either.” He moves in a little closer and softly caresses my arm. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers. I shift my body further away from him. “I'm getting a divorce. You’re still married,” I reprimand him. He moves closer towards me. He touches the ends of my chestnut hair that cascades over my shoulders, barely skimming the top of my breasts. “That’s a detail you don’t need to worry about,” he consoles.

He stares in my eyes commanding my attention. He places his cupped hand under my chin and pulls my face closer to his. He softly kisses me. I didn't move. He pulls my body closer to him. He kisses me deeper. He wants me. I surrender to those damn lips. I kiss him back. His kiss refreshes me like an ice cold glass of lemonade on a hot July summer’s day. A tingle starts in my belly and runs throughout my entire body. My body feels alive and is in full control of its actions. No longer is it following the rules of my logical mind. Desire destroyed any boundaries that my cognitive thoughts would normally construct. I want him too. I want his hands all over me. I allow myself to lavishing in my desire. I don’t think about anything else. Until reality hits me like a punch to the stomach. I quickly recoil my body from his and hurl myself from the table. I rush to the restroom, trying not to look suspicious as I dart pass Ashley at the bathroom door.