When Nina followed the path of lighted candles till she found the
dinning room and pushed the wide doors open, she was almost overwhelmed by
the smell of lilies. Shaking her head to clear it, she saw Dennis talking
easily to Rosemary who was looking goddess with her long hair pilled on her
head and in a blue jade dress that blended with her ivory skin.
Dennis was the first to notice Nina's pale face; he rose and took her arms gently. "Nina, are you okay?" He asked, his china blue eyes filling with concern. She forced herself to smile and smoothly escaped his grasp. "I'm fine," she said so normally she nearly convinced herself she was. Alex was late, when she finally arrived; her hair was damp and smelled like her favored pear bubble bath. Her eyes were the color of brightly polished amethysts, which obviously meant she had just talked to her boyfriend back in Detroit Jake Rogers. The magnolia pink dyed suede swished softly between her long lean legs.
When they sat down at the long cherry wood table that had tall snow-white candles glowing in the center of it. "So Alex," Dennis said conversationally as he rummaged through the leafy green salad with a chilled fork. "Rosie tells me you're a writer" Alex smiled and sipped the white wine. "Yes, I have a book published and another one in the works, I'm hoping that being here will stimulate my muse" Dennis nodded and cleared his throat softly as the salads were taken away.
Through the first course, Nina had been very silent throughout the dinner, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention to every little thing. The way she saw Dennis stealing looks at Rosemary's profile, the look on Alex's face when she was obviously thinking about Jake. How Rosemary's laugh flitted like silver flutes on a warm breeze and how she always got the feeling someone was watching.
"Tell me about Palmetto" Nina said suddenly after staring at her food. Dennis's smile was slow and a little nervous. How could he possibly tell them that it was built over a graveyard and infested with ghosts? He decided he would cut out the part of deaths. "Well that actually makes for a very good bedtime story" Making it up as he went along, he began. "There was a man named Alonzo Palmetto, and he was in love with an American beauty named Kathleen Stone, the only daughter of one of Americans millionaires, so to prove his love to her, he built her this castle brick by brick. Only Kathleen was promised to another, so Alonzo finished the castle and-" He was about to mention that he killed Kathleen and her finance before he killed himself.
The dinner was relatively pleasant, the salmon was soft and flaky and wonderful, though Alex didn't mention she was a vegetarian, she used the excuse she wasn't feeling well to well to just pick at the food. Dennis left with Rosemary at his side; there was just something so irresistible about her. The slow way her smile spread across her face, the scent of blueberries and vanilla that seemed to surround her in a cloud, and her remote beauty.
She linked her fingers with his and ran her fingers gently over the back on his hand. He looked up and smiled as Rosemary nervously twined her free fingers through her thick curled hair. "I'll make this easy for you," Rosemary whispered in Dennis's ear. His eyes went wide as Rosemary's lips curved in a seductive smile. Dennis ran his hands over the cool silk and felt her delicate curves. Just because he was dead, per say, didn't mean that he had lost the natural desires.
Leaning in slowly, as if in a trance, Dennis claimed Rosemary's lips with a searing kiss. When he pulled back, Rosemary's eyes were wide as dinner plates and the smooth milk white cleavage was heaving under the deep neckline. Though millions of men dreamed of a beautiful woman offering herself to them, Dennis was conflicted. "Look Rosie, we can't just roll around in the sheets for one night" Rosemary's pretty face fell and her lips twisted into a little bow.
"Is that what you think Dennis?" Her eyes had changed from the gorgeous royal blue, to bitter stones brimming with tears. "If I choose to stay the night with a man it's because I care about him" She sputtered off an Italian verse that he couldn't understand, but knew it was not to his praises. He gently took her wrists but she jerked away from him and bared her teeth. "My boyfriend for 4 years and I broke up, my fiancé Evan actually, he cheated on me with a little stripper slut. Since then I've had this theory on guys and so far it had been true. And I was right about you, I never wanted to be more wrong in my life" And with one last glittering stare, she spun and stormed off.
Dennis was the first to notice Nina's pale face; he rose and took her arms gently. "Nina, are you okay?" He asked, his china blue eyes filling with concern. She forced herself to smile and smoothly escaped his grasp. "I'm fine," she said so normally she nearly convinced herself she was. Alex was late, when she finally arrived; her hair was damp and smelled like her favored pear bubble bath. Her eyes were the color of brightly polished amethysts, which obviously meant she had just talked to her boyfriend back in Detroit Jake Rogers. The magnolia pink dyed suede swished softly between her long lean legs.
When they sat down at the long cherry wood table that had tall snow-white candles glowing in the center of it. "So Alex," Dennis said conversationally as he rummaged through the leafy green salad with a chilled fork. "Rosie tells me you're a writer" Alex smiled and sipped the white wine. "Yes, I have a book published and another one in the works, I'm hoping that being here will stimulate my muse" Dennis nodded and cleared his throat softly as the salads were taken away.
Through the first course, Nina had been very silent throughout the dinner, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention to every little thing. The way she saw Dennis stealing looks at Rosemary's profile, the look on Alex's face when she was obviously thinking about Jake. How Rosemary's laugh flitted like silver flutes on a warm breeze and how she always got the feeling someone was watching.
"Tell me about Palmetto" Nina said suddenly after staring at her food. Dennis's smile was slow and a little nervous. How could he possibly tell them that it was built over a graveyard and infested with ghosts? He decided he would cut out the part of deaths. "Well that actually makes for a very good bedtime story" Making it up as he went along, he began. "There was a man named Alonzo Palmetto, and he was in love with an American beauty named Kathleen Stone, the only daughter of one of Americans millionaires, so to prove his love to her, he built her this castle brick by brick. Only Kathleen was promised to another, so Alonzo finished the castle and-" He was about to mention that he killed Kathleen and her finance before he killed himself.
The dinner was relatively pleasant, the salmon was soft and flaky and wonderful, though Alex didn't mention she was a vegetarian, she used the excuse she wasn't feeling well to well to just pick at the food. Dennis left with Rosemary at his side; there was just something so irresistible about her. The slow way her smile spread across her face, the scent of blueberries and vanilla that seemed to surround her in a cloud, and her remote beauty.
She linked her fingers with his and ran her fingers gently over the back on his hand. He looked up and smiled as Rosemary nervously twined her free fingers through her thick curled hair. "I'll make this easy for you," Rosemary whispered in Dennis's ear. His eyes went wide as Rosemary's lips curved in a seductive smile. Dennis ran his hands over the cool silk and felt her delicate curves. Just because he was dead, per say, didn't mean that he had lost the natural desires.
Leaning in slowly, as if in a trance, Dennis claimed Rosemary's lips with a searing kiss. When he pulled back, Rosemary's eyes were wide as dinner plates and the smooth milk white cleavage was heaving under the deep neckline. Though millions of men dreamed of a beautiful woman offering herself to them, Dennis was conflicted. "Look Rosie, we can't just roll around in the sheets for one night" Rosemary's pretty face fell and her lips twisted into a little bow.
"Is that what you think Dennis?" Her eyes had changed from the gorgeous royal blue, to bitter stones brimming with tears. "If I choose to stay the night with a man it's because I care about him" She sputtered off an Italian verse that he couldn't understand, but knew it was not to his praises. He gently took her wrists but she jerked away from him and bared her teeth. "My boyfriend for 4 years and I broke up, my fiancé Evan actually, he cheated on me with a little stripper slut. Since then I've had this theory on guys and so far it had been true. And I was right about you, I never wanted to be more wrong in my life" And with one last glittering stare, she spun and stormed off.