When I am fully dressed I go out to the living room. It's already dark and I'm distracted by the lights of central park. I settle on the couch as I admire the beautiful view of the city at night. There is a glass of wine on the coffee table. How strange. I imagine Christian has left it here for me. I pick it up and start to drink slowly while I wait for him.

How can anyone live in this huge apartment and not be lonely? I couldn't. I get up and stop in front of the panoramic windows. The wine is delicious and as I look off into the distance, and without noticing, it disappears from the glass sip by sip.

—Beautiful view, isn't it? —his sweet voice interrupts my reverie.

—Very beautiful. —I reply without turning around.

—You look very beautiful in that dress. —he whispers as he stops behind me and places his hands on my bare shoulders.

—Just the dress?

—Actually, you look beautiful without it too, but this dress brings out your delicate curves. —he lowers his hands to my waist and caresses my buttocks with his thumbs.

—Get a hold of yourself, you won't see what's underneath until it's time. —I tell him as I pull his hands away from my hips.

—Someone is playing with fire. —he bites my neck lightly as I smile.

—If I wanted to play with fire, I'd show you what's there, but I won't. I don't think you need a distraction to ruin the evening.

—You're right. Ready for dinner?

—Ready.

Christian takes the glass from my hand and then I turn to look at him. The shock isn't as strong this time. I'm ready to see him in a suit. Although I wasn't expecting him in a suit as sharp as the one he's wearing right now.

It's dark blue and fits every muscle in his body perfectly. Underneath he wears a white shirt with a black tie. His hair is slicked back, no hair out of place. He has left the slight beard on his face which I know will wreak havoc on my sensitive skin later. I approach slowly and stop in front of him. Even in the heels I'm wearing I have to look up a little to meet his gaze.

—You look very elegant. —I tell him as I slide my hands down his chest, feeling the frantic beating of his heart.

Is he nervous?

—And you look deliciously beautiful tonight. I'm going to have to stop a lot of predators where we're going.

—Where are we having dinner?

—It's a surprise. —he says, holding out his arm and giving me that smile that disarms me and makes my heart race.

I take his arm and let him lead me to the dining room. I float as if on a cloud as I walk on his arm. As soon as I enter the dining room, I am not prepared for what I find. Everything is dark. Only the candles scattered around illuminate the room. When he said we were having dinner, I didn't imagine we'd be having it here.

—What's all this about? —I ask curiously as he takes my hand from his arm and brings it to his lips to kiss it slowly without taking his gaze from mine.

—I think we didn't have a proper first date, besides we should celebrate. —he says with a smile as he lets go of my hand and walks over to pull a chair out for me.

I stare at him. I'm a little nervous. Just last night he confessed he loved me and now this. No one has ever prepared a dinner like this for me. And this has surprised me.

—Was all this necessary? —I ask him as I sit down in the chair he offers me.

—Absolutely necessary. Have you ever had dinner by candlelight? —he whispers in my ear, making my whole-body shudder.

I shake my head. Idiots never bothered to make a girl feel special. To make me feel like I'm in a fairy tale.

— I supposed so. Now if the lady will excuse me, I'll go get our dinner. —he bites and tugs on my earlobe before pulling away from me and heading for the kitchen, leaving me a nervous wreck.

I unwrap the napkin with trembling hands and place it on my legs. This has never happened to me before. Christian makes all my senses alter in ways I never imagined they would. I feel like a lovesick, trembling teenager about to lose my virginity to the most handsome boy in school.

Christian returns with a bottle of champagne in hand and begins pouring it into both glasses with a radiant smile on his lips.

—What are we having for dinner? —I ask curiously.

—It's a surprise. —he answers me before leaving again for the kitchen.

Christian returns with two plates in his hands. He places one in front of me and then his own before sitting down. I stare at the array of colors on my plate. I have no idea what he has cooked. I inhale the delicious smell wafting from the food and my stomach growls. I'm starving and the delicious smell of the food only makes me hungrier.

—It's a Valencian paella, I didn't want to do anything with seafood because I don't know if you're allergic to it. —he says putting the napkin over his legs.

—I'm not, it smells delicious.

—Let's have dinner, dessert will come later. —he tells me with a mischievous smile as he picks up his cutlery.

I must say that dinner was delicious and I was very hungry. Christian never took his eyes off me. He looked at me as he put his cutlery to his mouth and also when he took a sip of wine. I tried my best to concentrate on eating and not looking at his mouth as he slowly devoured the plate of food. His mouth was tempting me without even trying.

—Are you finished? —he asks me suddenly.

I haven't even noticed that I stopped eating dinner. But I don't think I can eat anymore. I leave the silverware on the plate as Christian gets up and takes it away. He quickly returns and holds out a hand which I quickly take.

—Are you ready for dessert? —he asks seductively.

—Will you tell me what's for dessert? —I ask as I let him lead me around.

—Your favorite. —he says with a smile as he leads me to the door.

—Where are we going?

—We'll have dessert somewhere else, go get your things. —he says letting go of my hand.

I head for the bedroom, touch up my make-up and grab the small bag he has left as a complement to the outfit I'm wearing. I put everything I need inside and go in search of him. He interlaces his fingers with mine and leads me to the elevator. I walk holding onto his arm. I've never worn such high heels in my life.

—Will you tell me where we're going? —I ask curiously.

He doesn't answer, just smiles at me as he opens the car door for me. Apparently I'm not going to get much from him tonight. He wants to keep everything a total secret. When the car pulls up outside his club, I turn to him in surprise.

—Aren't we going for dessert?

—That's exactly what we're going to do.