"Cam, where are we?" I asked as we pulled into an empty parking lot.
"My favorite place," Cam answers, getting out of the car.
"An empty parking lot?" I ask. "Why are we here?" I ask again, a little agitated.
"Look," Cam said, pointing to a candle-lit dinner table for two a few yards away. I gasped and he opened the door. I didn't notice, and when I went to step out of the car, I tripped and almost fell on my face. Cam caught me.
I straightened out and ran full-tilt at the table. It was beautiful. Pink tablecloth, how original, a single candle in the middle of the table in a ornately decorated candle-holder, and a silk napkin folded like a rose. I just stood there in awe.
"Come on, our food awaits," Cam says from behind me, grabbing my hand and taking me to the table. Being the absolute gentleman he is, Cam pulls my chair for me, and then goes to sit down.
"Clap," Cam says. "Like this," and claps like he was summoning a servant or something.
He was because two manservants came out of nowhere with two exquisite looking dishes of perfectly red steaming lobster.
"This looks incredible," I say, as one of the men places my napkin on my lap and a nutcracker by my dish.
"Dig in," Cam says, tucking his napkin in his shirt and tearing off a hot claw.
I examine my lobster and wonder where to start.
"Break off the claws first, madam," a deep voice says from behind me. It was one of the manservants. I just smiled and delicately ripped off its claw.
"Do you need help, Adie?" Cam asks with a mouthful of lobster meat. "Oh, and I forgot," he says, clumsily putting his claw down and clapping his hands again.
The same two manservants left for a few moments and returned wiht two remotely large bowls of hot melted butter. Cam smiled and I smiled back at him.
A manservant put some foil over my dish and took me by the hand to show me how to eat a lobster. He sent me away with a large plate titled 'How to Eat a Lobster.'
The manservant followed me back to my seat an transferred my slightly torn lobster to the 'How to Eat a Lobster' plate. Knowing how, I dug into my lobster fiercely. I was very hungry.
After our sumptuous meal, Cameron took me back to the car and we drove home as the manservants cleaned up our mess.
"Did you enjoy that?" Cam asks, holding the door open for me.
"Thoroughly," I said, smiling.
'Come on, you know you want to,' I heard my conscience say. Oh, I knew my conscience well and when it was trying to talk to me. I made a face of disapproval, and walked up to Cam.
"Is there something you want to do?" Cam asks, seeing my eyes flash with a glimmer of evil.
"You know it," I said flirtingly.
Cam smiles. We all know what's going to happen next.