Evenings like these came once in blue moon; the temperature was to die for and you could tell the stars would be visible tonight. As you sat at an awkward angle for Wanda to get the best angle for your hair, Natasha was finishing up your nails' top coat. Wanda had decided on a flattering Dutch braid for your date night after scanning Pinterest for ideas.
There was no telling what James was going through with the guys. Anything from an exam on dining manners to lectures on gentleman-esque behaviors, really. Still, even if he had to wing it all night, he had charm and charisma on his side. "So, what's the battle plan for those heels?" Natasha glanced down at your six-inch stilettos beside your feet and raised her eyebrows. "Well, we won't be walking too far tonight. Mostly sitting down at Luciano's and a quick switch to the gelato place right across the street."
She considered this and nodded, "That sounds fine. Hope you know how to walk in 'em." You rolled your eyes and smirked, "I may not look like it, but it's basically in my blood by now." Wanda scoffed from behind you, "I can't walk two feet in anything that's not a wedge." It felt like she was nearly at the end of your braid when she asked for a hair tie. You held it up obediently and she tied the end in a tight, clear band.
Natasha fixed the hairs closest to your face, and allowed you to stand in front of the mirror. "All done." You were stunned by what you observed in your reflection. You were no stranger to self-esteem issues, but tonight you felt stronger and more powerful than ever, especially with this image in your head. Natasha's voice brought you out of your trance, "Come on, sexy. Your date's waiting." With a deep breath and another glance in the mirror, you slipped on your frighteningly tall heels and made your way to the door.
There he was, backlighted by the setting sun and adjusting his blazer accordingly. Your heart skipped quite a few beats, and you held your breath as you caught his eye. At the sight of his wide smile and adoring eyes, your stomach fluttered and face flushed. "Wow...Just wow, doll," He stuttered, making his way towards you, "You look...wow." You let out a much needed breathy laugh, releasing a lot of tension. His slim-fit three piece worked wonders for his figure, you duly noted. He was freshly shaved, sported silky hair, and smelled absolutely wonderful. You breathed in his exhilarating scent as he cupped your face in his hands. "And you look stunning, babe," You complimented.
He closed the gap between you, but unfortunately was the first to pull away. "Come on, we have a reservation to get to." As reluctant as you were to pause your session, he was right.
"So," you rested your elbows on the table, leaning forward, "Your arm." He mimicked your movements, a corner of his mouth lifting, "What about it?" You brought your hands up to your face to hide your giddy smile. Seriously, something about his energy tonight was really amping up your endorphins and breaking down your walls. "What all can it do?" The question was simple enough on surface level, but you had been thinking and there were certain aspects of it that sparked your interest.
He furrowed his brows slightly, but he maintained his smile. He didn't get the chance to answer, however, due to the return of your waiter with your drinks. You broke eye contact with James and looked up at the server politely, pushing the conversation back. "What can I get for you this evening?" You ordered first, followed by James, and the waiter promptly left once more. After an agonizingly long sip of his drink, he answered slowly and cautiously, with a slight tone of amusement in his voice.
"Well, if you must know, it can do anything my left one can, except a thousand times better." If you hadn't been so keen on 'deflowering' him, you wouldn't have picked up on his subtle undertones or his little wink at the end. "On another note, did you see that guy eyeing you?" He didn't look up at you, instead opting to add some splenda into his tea.
"No, what are you talking about?" You were fairly sure the man was simply being polite, but you didn't take a good look at him. "The way he was looking at you- it was- I don't know. I didn't like it at all." He was surely just being dramatic; nobody would be that rude. "Babe, he probably just recognized me." You retaliated.
"And not me? I mean, my face was all over the news two years ago. You're relatively new." He sounded a little defensive, but you let it go. "You never know, James. Don't think too much about stuff like that." You placed your hand on top of his. "You know you're mine, and I'm yours." He looked up from his empty packet, giving you a small smile.