I woke about 2 hours later and saw it was 4pm. I had just enough time to shower, dress and get
my makeup on to go out to dinner. I picked the perfect outfit. Something more to Big's taste. Just
enough to get his juices flowing, I was wearing my naked dress, the one I wore on our first date.
Then maybe he would see where this was all going to. Or at least where I hoped it was going to.
Maybe stirring up all the good memories would lead to the conversation I had my speech
prepared for. I was starving though and was looking forward to eating at "Napoli's". Big had told
me about the fabulous Italian cuisine in one of our many friendly phone conversations. I put the
finishing touches on my makeup and hair, added the final touch, my new shoes and was ready for
him.
But was he ready for me. I came out of the room to meet him in the foyer at 6. I was admiring the
artwork all around me when he walked into the room. He was wearing the Prada shirt he had
worn on our first date. Imagine that, we were thinking alike. Something we did often. He looked so
handsome, but with a more casual air this time around. He put out his arm and asked, "Are you
ready for this, kid?" I replied, "Absofuckinlutely!" He just laughed and we went out to the limo.
We were both quiet in the limo and behaved like a perfect lady and gentleman. He held my hand
and rubbed the top of it with his thumb. Something I had always liked about him. Not afraid to
touch in intimate ways. On the way Sinatra was playing. We arrived at the restaurant and Big got
out and came around to open my door. I stepped out and we went in. The ambience was perfect.
Soft music, candle light, and a corner table. The cuisine was excellent. While waiting for our meal
to arrive, Big took his wine glass in hand and said, "Carrie I'm glad you came, I have been
meaning to ask you something." I started to get those perverbial butterflies I have heard so much
about, wondering what he was going to say. My mind was racing but I needed to keep it together.
I couldn't lose it now. "Yes". I replied, "I'm listening." He cleared his throat and reached into the
breast pocket of his coat, I thought I was going to faint. He then pulled out a handkerchief and
wiped his forehead. He continued, "Carrie would you…." Oh my God he was going to do it..pop
the question. Then he finished the sentence" like to stay a few days with me and really taste the
whole wine making experience?" I took a hard swallow and said looking into his big beautiful
eyes ," I would love to." We both laughed as our wonderful meal arrived. It was one
of the best Italian meals I had ever had or maybe it was just the company. We laughed talking
about the girls, their lives, and our good times together. I was very impressed to see the
restaurant serving his wine. It was a fruity blend with just a hint of spice. Yep that summed him up
all right.
After dinner we went outside and stood looking up into the sky. The stars seemed to be brighter
on that side of the world. He reached around me and just stood, holding me, much like the
night outside of the club after we had got our signals crossed. No mixed signals this time. We
were in perfect synch. This was where I wanted to be and I felt him feeling the same wrapped in
each others arms. We got into the car, and he was a perfect gentleman. Without a driver he had
to be. So we listened to music and talked and were just us for a change. No one to impress.
We arrived back to the house, the smell of the grapes were stronger at that time of the night. A
cool breeze was blowing and you could hear the rustling of the vines around you. We went inside
and Big took me into his arms and kissed me with more emotion than I had ever felt before. I
returned the kiss as we melted into each other. He whispered into my ear, "That dress, you,
both, killing me." He then swept me up into his arms and we went into his room. We made love
that night like we had never before. We just became one and I fell asleep safe and secure in
his strong arms.
In the morning I asked him if he heard the fireworks as I did. He said they were definitely on his
side of town and they were deafening at times. We both laughed. I told him I needed to take a
shower and asked if I could I meet him downstairs in a little while. Big said to take my time, I didn't
need to do much to myself because it was hard to improve on perfection. With that comment he
left the room and I had my time to gather my thoughts and figure out what to wear. After all I was
going to taste the whole wine making experience. I tossed aside many of the clothes I brought
and opted to wear a peasant skirt and top, off the shoulders, sexy but not too Heidi-like. I had
to wear my new sandals they topped it all off. I took a short shower and put my hair up securing it
with a clip he could pull out if we wanted to taste more than the wine. I put on my new
ensemble and looked into the mirror. I was ready for Napa, Big and our next adventure.
