Page 46 of Loving Violet
Baby, you take my breath away.
Violet looks stunning as she steps into my home. She’s wearing a soft pastel purple sundress that hits her mid-thigh, the light fabric swaying gently with each subtle movement. It perfectly complements her beauty and makes her eyes shine. Paired with her dress are simple brown sandals that accentuate those long, never-ending legs. The same legs that I want wrapped around my head while I go down on her.
Take it easy. She is not ready…yet.
I am speechless and my mind is running a mile a minute with all the things that I can’t wait to do to her. Just by looking at her, my dick wants to stand at attention, and I need to act quickly or she will notice that I am hard.
It’s like being a teenager again. Just the sight of a pretty woman and I’m full mast… Well, only with my beautiful Violet.
As she steps further into the room, her eyes sparkle with curiosity. The combination of her outfit, her hair, and her natural grace creates an image that takes my breath away.
“Hi, Violet,” I say, smiling warmly.
“Hi, Austin,” she replies, her eyes lighting up as she steps inside.
“You look…amazing,” I tell her, genuinely impressed.
“Thank you,” she says, blushing slightly. Looking around she continues, “Your house is incredible.”
“Come on in, make yourself at home,” I say, closing the door behind her. “Dinner is almost ready. I hope you like my chicken Alfredo.”
“I know I will, I told you that I love pasta,” she replies, her smile widening.
We move to the kitchen, and as I finish the last touches on dinner, I can't help but feel excited. Everything feels right, and I’m eager to spend the evening getting to know her better. I walk to the wine cooler and select two different kinds; one red and one white. I turn toward Violet and say to her, “Which one would you like? White or red?"
“Umm, let’s go with white.”
I put the red back in the cooler and grab the wine key. Once the cork is popped, I grab two glasses and place them in front of Violet. She looks perfect standing at my kitchen island. I pour us each a glass and hand her one.
“To a lovely evening,” I say, raising my glass.
“To a lovely evening,” she echoes, clinking her glass with mine.
We each take a sip at the same time, our eyes remaining connected. I can see the delight in her gaze as she tastes the wine. I smile, feeling the warmth of the moment settle around us.
With everything in place, I lead her to the stool on the other side of the kitchen island, ready to share a meal with this amazing woman.
As we sit down, I can't help but steal glances at her, marveling at how effortlessly she fits into this space. She’s enchanting, and I’m more than ready to discover everything there is to know about what makes Violet, Violet.
As we sit down to eat, I serve the pasta. The creamy Alfredo sauce glistens on the plate and the smell of garlic bread fills the air.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, watching her take the first bite.
Her eyes widen, and she smiles. “It’s delicious, Austin. You are an amazing chef.”
“Thank you,” I reply, feeling relieved. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I could get used to this,” Violet says, a playful glint in her eye.
“Well, that’s part of my evil plan,” I say with a chuckle.
“So, you have an evil plan?” Violet asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Why, of course. But I can’t share it with you. You just have to wait and see the mastermind in action.”
She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears. “Alright, Mr. Mysterious. Tell me about these house plans.”
“I’m glad you asked,” I say, leaning back a bit. I reach for the folder that have the changes that I made. Opening it in front of us, I continue. “I made a few tweaks to the original design. Added more windows for natural light, expanded the kitchen a bit—because let’s face it, the kitchen is the heart of the home—and I created a little reading nook for you,” I say while I point at the area where I added that space for her. I don’t know if she reads but I thought it would give the house a nice touch.
