Unexpected Temptations
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Reba/Brock
Rating: PG
The lights in the restaurant were dim, dimmer than Reba would have preferred. It had a glowing, romantic type of atmosphere. The kind that an ex-husband and ex-wife shouldn't be surrounded by. A place where old feelings could be stirred up with as little as a touch. Like his hand pressing on the small of her back as they made their way to the table.
He pulled the chair out for her, his fingertips accidently brushing against her bare arm and lingering for several moments of awkward comfortableness. Reba looked up at him, blue eyes staring into his, silently telling him to stop.
"Sorry." he mumbled, moving to sit down from across from her. "I didn't mean to."
"Yeah, well." she sighed. "I've heard that one before."
"Try to lighten up, Reba."
"I'm lightened up enough thank you very much." she replied. "I just wish this place was lighted better. It's awfully dark in here."
"It's not dark." he argued. "And this restaurant has a waiting list a mile long. I thought that you would like it. You always complained I never took you out to nice places and now I am."
"Yeah, when we were married." she pointed out. "You and I are divorced incase you've forgotten."
"I haven't forgotten." he replied. "You wouldn't let me. Besides you agreed to come have dinner with me, remember?"
"You twisted my arm." she said. "You wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Why can't you just relax?" he asked. "I just thought that we could have a nice, quiet, relaxing evening together. A little dinner and then maybe some ice cream afterwards. I promise to get you home before you turn into a pumpkin."
"Okay." she breathed out. "I'm relaxing. Satisfied?"
"I'm getting there." he replied, picking up the wine list. "Red or white?"
"Whatever's the most expensive."
Brock looked up from the wine list. "That would be the champagne."
"Let's have that, then." she smiled. "After all it is your treat."
"Champagne it is."
"That's it?" Reba asked. "No argument?"
"No." he said, laying the list down. "I want us to have a good time."
She arched her eyebrow. "How good of a time?"
The table that they were sitting at was rather small and Brock found himself leaning across it to get even closer to her. "I thought you were going to relax?"
All of his charm wasn't lost on her. "I am." she smiled. "I promise."
Brock reached across the table and covered her hand with his. "Good."
Her breath caught in her throat. She had never imagined that she would find herself reacting this way to him, to his touch. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it. She was absolutely positively intrigued by him.