Page 40 of Stolen Kisses
It was like an apartment.
Very classy with the trendy layout and since this place had been an old factory it still had those long windows, high beams and red brick in some places.
He sat me on a stool around a counter where he laid out all this fruit and drinks to make cocktails. I thought he meant we’d be drinking wine or something. I didn’t realize he was going to make the drinks himself.
He chopped away at a pineapple and coconut.
“Pina Colada for you with an edge of Sex on the Beach.” He beamed proudly tossing the fruit into a blender.
“Dante, what don’t you do?” I laughed. It felt strange to just relax and unwind with him, if only for half an hour or more, give or take.
“Doll I could always do this, you just never knew.” He stopped the blender grabbed the cocktail glass and poured the drink in with a shot glass of rum and a dash of vodka. He finished it off by drizzling it with cranberry juice, blue syrup and a little umbrella on the side.
He passed it to me, smiled and sat down.
“Oh my God this looks amazing.”
“Go on taste it.”
I laughed and took a sip. It tasted like heaven. The sweetness and tang was perfectly blended and I could have happily indulged forever.
“Yummm, mmmmm.” I laughed.
“Good?”
“It’s perfect.” I was nearly finished. The drink was so perfect I wanted to devour it. “Where the hell did you learn to make drinks like this?”
“My mom taught me. She makes the best drinks. She said it was how she got my dad to fall for her. One of her drinks and he was all hers.”
That was beautiful. “You have one.”
“In a bit, I want to watch you drink yours.”
I took the umbrella off the glass, placed the glass back up to my lips, tipped my head back and drank up the rest.
I could feel his eyes trained on me, watching me the way he used to when I would make him crazy, because I loved the attention.
“Think you could handle another one and maybe take off that jacket?”
I laughed. “Why do I need to take my jacket off?”
“You’d look sexier showing more skin with that glass.”
“That is ridiculous.”
“Leave me with my fantasies. I can think up whatever the fuck I want.”
“Okay Dante. Far be it from me to criticize your fantasies. You are full of surprises though.”
“Well I’m happy I could surprise you. Bet you just saw me riding around onmy old bikeand assumed that was all I did.”
I chuckled at him referring to that conversation from many moons ago when I called his bike old.
“I apologize, but the bike looked old, and Christi—” I stopped myself. I didn’t talk about her and definitely not with him.
“My sister taking a dig at my things again.” He filled in.
My hands started shaking and I brought them together to stop them. He turned off the blender, reached over and placed his hands on top of mine.
