Madison Awakening

“Of course you haven’t had to, because you are a rich, attractive bachelor. That is a lot of power to wield.”  I state matter-of-factly.

“Thank you Madison, but you need to understand if I was just trying to get in your pants, I would have that night at Dore.” He says, with an intense stare.

I roll me eyes. “And what makes you so sure I would have just fallen for your advances?” I respond, with false indignation. 

“Because Miss Davis, I can be very persuasive. I am a man that always gets what he wants, but….you already know that.” He says maintaining his gaze, then he takes a sip of wine drawing me to his mouth.

I’ve always gravitated towards the Alpha male type, but Mr. Cain is in a different universe from those other men. The more he speaks, the more attracted to him I become and that can be dangerous for me. I can’t allow myself to fall at this man’s feet just because the sheer sight of him ignites every dormant sexual needs within.

I turn my attention back to my food for salvation from my heightened libido, and try to redirect my hunger. The waiter re-emerges and checks on our progress, but quickly retreats. There is tension in the air, as we both push our food around in silence. I take a deep breath and decide I should break the ice, since I set this situation into motion.

“I’m not exactly sure yet if I can trust you.” I say in a low tone. 

“Why do you say that?” Jonathan says softly and grabs my hand from across the table. His hand is warm and firm, causing a quiver in my belly at the skin on skin contact.

“In all honesty, romance has not been on my radar at all. And here you come out of nowhere with your driver and lavish private dinner. I just don’t know why you’re going to all this trouble.”  I say softly, not really sure what his response will be.  

“This is not a means to get you into bed, Madison. I don’t need to share a meal to do that. So what is the real issue?” He says in a business-like tone.

“Because of the unknown variables.” Jonathan holds my hand tighter and gently rubs the back of it with his thumb rhythmically as if to settle my fear.

He nods his head. “Okay. I can understand that. But I have learned going a little past your comfort zone can lead to great rewards. So…let’s just spend some time together so you can feel more at ease. When are you leaving the Hamptons?”

“Friday morning.”

“Okay, so that gives us three days. I’m not good at labels and dating, but I just want time with you Madison. Are you comfortable with that?”

I take another sip from my glass and contemplate his words. I don’t want a relationship and if I did, it definitely wouldn’t be with a guy like him. So, am I comfortable lavishing in his attention for a few more days?

“Yes, I think I am comfortable with that.” I declare to him and to myself.

“Good. How is your food?”

“Amazing. Your place is wonderful. Thank you for all of this Jonathan.” I beam.  

“You’re welcome. Be sure to leave room for the piece de résistance.” Smiling devilishly, he lifts his glass and I focus on his lips wondering how they taste. We continued to drink, eat and talk feeling more at ease.  

As the waiter comes into the room to clear out plates, I feel the extravagance of our meal settling in. All of the wine has given me a manageable buzz, so now is the perfect time to visit the ladies room to freshen up a bit.

“Where is the ladies room?” I ask.

“It’s just down the hallway.” He says and before I can gather myself to stand, Jonathan is up and at my side to pull out my chair. I am impressed by his manners and wonder if it is a result of his European upbringing.

“Thank you Mr. Cain”

“Anything for you Miss Davis.”

“I’ll be back in a moment.” I say softly as I brush my backside against him and saunter off to the restroom. I think I heard a low groan as I moved past him but I’m not really sure.

Once inside the security of the plush ivory ladies room, I take advantage of the solitude. My mind is swirling and a bit fuzzy. I am not drunk but the wine has amplified my anxiety, arousal and curiosity. I was expecting to have a good time, but I didn’t expect to be so affected by him.

I give myself a long hard look at the full-length mirror and note the brightness in my eyes. He wants more time with me, and he has definitely earned it based on tonight.

What are a few more days with Jonathan going to hurt?