Chapter 11
Christina's POV
After a successful shopping trip all I wanted to do was open the bottle of wine and get to know Tom a bit more. As I popped the cork I couldn't stop hoping it would spark his interest, giving us a common ground to start from. My mind sang a silent song when he asked, "Whatchya got there?"
I noticed him walking towards me out of the corner of my eye but played it cool, pretending his close proximity didn't faze me in the least. In reality my heart was beating so fast I thought it might jump straight through my chest. We carried on a nice, polite conversation as we all sat down for dinner and clean up was taken care of. Soon the night took an interesting turn as all but Tom and Bill left, creating a completely different atmosphere as soon as the door latched behind the crowd.
"Would you like to join me for a drink at the bar downstairs?" Tom questioned with one eyebrow cocked.
"That depends…" I trailed.
"And what exactly does it depend on?"
"You don't plan on getting me drunk so you can take advantage of poor little `ol me now do you?" I teased pulling the hotel key, my ID, and some cash from my purse and quickly stuffing it in the front pocket of my jean skirt. Once we walked into the hallway and onto the elevator I grabbed my phone from the opposite pocket and quickly typed a message to Rebecca.
"Gone to the bar with Tom. If I can get down his pants tonight I'll let you know what to expect…that is if you don't get to Bill first ;)"
I snickered to myself as I thought about all the fun possibilities that the night could hold.
"What's so funny?" Tom asked scooting just a little closer, trying to pretend he wasn't peering down my shirt.
"Rebecca just sent me a joke, that's all." I relied, smiling inward as I took one step away and bent over a tad to scratch a phantom itch on my leg, thoroughly enjoying this little game we were playing.
I could see his mouth fall just a tad in the mirror on the wall before he quickly regained his composure. The elevators' sound signified that we had reached our destination, which prompted me to stand up nice and straight.
"After you Madame." Tom drew, sweeping his arm out in front of him with as much grandeur as a doorman.
I swiftly walked out in front of him, swaying my hips just to make sure his attention was squarely focused on my rear all the way to the high top counter at the bar before primly sitting on the edge of a stool.
"How can I serve you tonight" The bartender asked, his voice laden with innuendo as he gave me an obvious up and down, not offering Tom a single glance.
"We'll have a bottle of your finest merlot." Tom spoke up placing his hand at the small of my back, his tone blatantly stating that I was his.
I felt a chill race up my spine at the wicked thought of truly being claimed by him. My gut reaction sent sparks down my arms, making my fingers clench around each other. We snagged a secluded booth, away from prying eyes, as we sipped from our separate glasses. A hushed silence briefly fell over the table before Tom uttered in what I can only assume was supposed to be his smooth voice," So, you come here often?"
"Is that really how you get all the ladies?" I joked, peering over the rim of my glass at him.
The playful banter continued well into the middle of the bottle but suddenly things changed, providing a much more serious side.
"So what do that you look for in a guy?" Tom questioned, leaning in close over the hard surface, his soft brown eyes full of energy and something that I couldn't quite place.
Trying not to lay all my cards on the table I kept it as simple as possible.
