Page 11 of Destination: Venice
“Let’s hope you’re both right,” I say with conviction, pulling the small piece of paper out of my pocket and handing it back to her before disappearing around the corner and heading toward the exit.
Checking my watch, I discover it's time to grab my girl and head down to dinner. Yeah, my girl. Two words I never thought I’d say to describe someone. Maya was mine from the moment I laid eyes on her in almost every way possible. Now I just have to sell her on the idea. Feeling like a schoolboy waiting for his first date to arrive, taking one final look in the mirror and exiting my room, heading across the hall to the guest room. I ball my fist and give the door a solid knock, wiping my sweaty palm on my jeans before stuffing my hands in my pockets.
“Calm down, G. Everything is going to go perfectly,” I say to myself, but the worry is real. This is the first time I’m doing something that matters to me. “Besides, it’s not like she can up and leave. She stuck here for the night at least.”
Not satisfied with my own answers, I raise my hand and knock on the door. Thankfully, she doesn’t keep me waiting too long, pulling the door open, exposing her exquisite figure.
“You’re beautiful.” A bright smile spreads across her face as she does a spin in the doorway. I don’t even bother to hide the fact that my eyes are roaming over her entire body. Her hair is hanging down around her shoulders, a cream-colored, knee-length dress that hugs all her curves.
I bite back a groan, my cock hardening behind my zipper as my mouth waters. Images of her gorgeous body laid out before me, ready for me to feast upon her luscious skin, filter through my mind.
“Thank you. I wasn’t sure where we were going for dinner. This was all I had. I hope it’s appropriate.” Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as she fidgets with the hem of her dress. I’ve never been good at giving women compliments, usually choosing something easy to compliment, but with Maya, it’s the exact opposite. I can’t choose what I want to compliment first, choosing instead to brush a tendril of hair from her face, brushing it behind her ear.
“You’re in luck. We aren’t going any farther than the dining room downstairs.” I give her my elbow. “Shall we? Our dinner awaits.”
Maya wraps her small hand around my elbow as I lead her down the stairs. As we turn the corner into the kitchen, Maya gasps in delight when she notices the candlelight dinner table set for two. “I know I said we weren’t going to a restaurant, but I figured I’d bring the restaurant to you.” Leading her over to her chair, I pull it out as she takes a seat. Gently pushing her chair in, “Would you like a glass of wine?”
“No, thank you. I’m not a big drinker. It goes straight to my head.” A shy smile crosses her face. “I’d like to remember everything that happens tonight.”
The room is dimly lit, creating a romantic atmosphere, with the only other light being candles placed in the center of the table and a few others scattered around the room.
“I hope you like Italian food.” I grimace internally before continuing, “My cousin asked the chef to make my grandmother’s famous cavatelli with homemade sauce.”
“Your grandmother?” she asks, lifting her water glass and taking a small sip
“Yeah, she was the best cook I know. She always spent more time in the kitchen than she did anywhere else.”
“Then why do you have a chef?” she blurts out before pulling her lip between her teeth. “Sorry. I’m the last person to judge someone who has staff at their house, having grown up in a mansion, but my mom always cooked dinner for my dad and me. No matter what we were doing in life, I always had at least one meal cooked by my mom every day.”
Her eyes sparkle with delight as she speaks, her love for her family shining brightly in her eyes.
“I can’t cook to save my soul. Neither could my dad, but my mom is an amazing cook. I miss her cooking, but every once in a while, I can convince the chef to dig out one of my grandmother’s recipes on special occasions.”
“You’re pulling out all the stops to impress me.”
“Is it working?” I respond, winking at her from across the table.
“Smooth talker.” She gives a soft smile before ducking her head, a curtain of her dark brown hair covering her face.
“Why did you choose to come to Italy? Being an au pair doesn’t seem like the ideal job for someone right out of college.” I change the subject, not wanting to embarrass her any further.
“Honestly, it was all a coincidence.” She giggles softly before swinging her hair back over her shoulders and locking eyes with me. “I was walking past a bulletin board at the library and saw the flier and something told me to call the number.”
“Something told you?” I cock my head to the side as the chef brings out two plates of food and sets them down in front of each of us.
“Yeah. Be it fate, a higher power, something just made me feel like I had no choice but to answer that add.” She smiles brightly at me. “Have you ever felt like that before?”
“Before this week? Never. But after meeting you, I’m rethinking my stance on the subject.”
She shakes her head slightly before bringing a fork full of food toward her mouth. My eyes focus on her lips as they wrap around her fork, her soft moan going directly to my cock.Fuck. I give my cock one final squeeze before sliding the small stool out for her and sending up a silent prayer that I don’t blow my load right here.
“This is probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I respond honestly, pushing back from the table and making my way around it. Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as I get closer.
I never planned on whatever this is between Maya and me. I never believed in love at first sight or anything like that. It’s surreal how different I viewed the world before her. I always thought it wasn’t possible to find someone you loved enough to do anything for, but now I can’t think of anything other than Maya. I’m not sure how to label what I’m feeling, but there is one thing for sure: it’s forever. But now that I’ve met Maya, everything is different. After this short amount of time, I can’t imagine being anywhere but where I am right now, with her.
“What are doing to me?” I rest my arm against the back of the chair, lean down, and nibble my way down the curve of her throat. She moans softly, the sound going straight to my dick.