Showing no cowardice I opetle vial, pour the few drops within into my gss then fill the gss halfway with the white wine. I give the goblet a swirl then raise it to my date.

  “To you, Heather.”

  She smiles and raises her gss to mih a k. “To us.”

  After sharing a look we each take a sip and turn to the meal I’d prepared. I actually have to hold back a ugh as Heather, looking so damn fih the high css mao match her attire, suddenly shifts gears. Lifting one of her tacos she gives it a good sniff…then ches on in there like we were standing on the sidewalk beside a Mexi food truck. The trast between her look and her as somehow only made her sexier. This was a woman who would not look out of pce at the silver set tables of royalty yet could chow down on on fare with the peasant folk just as easy. I liked that.

  “What?” She pauses mid chew to look at me, a fleck of shell dropping from her perfectly painted lips as she does.

  “Nothing.” I chuckle. “You’re just so beautiful.”

  “Little charmer.”

  Before I’d even taken my first bite I felt that unique simultaneously soothing aening effect of the honey settle into me. The aches of my day at work ease, the extraneous thoughts boung around my skull fall to a hush, and as I to my taco the fvors of this dish I’d had easily a huimes and more explode ay pate like never before. The notes were deeper and broader as entirely new facets of the spices bloom ay tohe only way I could describe it was to say that it was like a man trapped his whole life in a bd white room suddenly stepping outside to see the full spectrum of a rainbow. Heather was corre saying the effect was less intense diluted in the wi it was no less mind blowing.

  After chewing lohan normal to savor every sed of these tastes I finally swallow, only to have the wonderful aftertaste to keep on lingering. Staring down at the taco I whisper. “Wow.”

  “There he is.” Across from me Heather is staring hard at me, feeding off of my honey high through that mysterious e that she could sehere’s my honey boy.”

  Meeting her gaze I hold it for a few seds to let her share my high while also basking in her beautiful brown eyes.

  “Oh! I fot to put on music.”

  “It’s okay, baby.” She says. “We’re doing fine.”

  We gaze, we smile, aurn our meal. versation is kept to a minimum as we dihere would be time to talk ter. Though silent it is a fortable silence, intimate even, with just the ch of shells and k of gss to apany it. For me I focused on sav each suct bite, refreshing my buzz now and then with a sip of the vino that now tasted better anything in any celr out there. As I focused on the food and driher feasted on me. With each little ‘mmm’ and ‘ohhh’ she would take in a sharp breath and slowly let it out again as her face twitched with pleasure. I didn’t uand how she could feed off of my joy but I k to be real. To have such a beautiful woman look at me like she was humbled and lifted at the same time.

  When the food was doher offers me her hand and I take it right away as I was desperate for her touch. My mouth had been vished with pleasure but the rest of my tingling, sensitive flesh yearned for stimution.

  “Elliot. That meal was wonderful.” She says while oh so lightly rubbing my hand. “Thank you.”

  With a smile and a blush I nod.

  She ughs. “You’re feeling soft, aren’t you?”

  I nod again.

  “A little submissive maybe?”

  I nod.

  “It’s normal. You’re adapting.” Her hand glides up my forearm, the soft skin of her palm sending sparkles of delight through my flesh. “Let it happen.”

  “I like it.”

  “It feels nice, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”

  Her warm yet sexy smile grows. “Yeah.” Pulling her hand away she finishes her gss of wine as it down again. “You mentioned something about a dance?”

  “Yes!” I say. “Would you dah me, Heather?”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  The couple of minutes are a edy of false starts. My pn to use my phone and a paired speaker would have been perfect…if not for the little detail that Heather didn’t have i. Gah! How did she not have i!? Trying to make the best of it we try the radio but try as we might we ’t find a station that washer pying ads or music that just didn’t fit the vibe. At st we are saved. As I clear the table Heather goes and brings up an old CD pyer that she kept in her craft room in the basement along with a binder-like case of disks.

  I don’t say anything but the big Daft Punk sticker pstered over the top of the pyer gives me fshbacks of a certain bully I used to know that would sometimes wear a t shirt with that exact design on the front. It was so easy tet that this was Liam’s mother and so surreal whenever I was reminded. In my mind the Mrs. Hutton of those days was airely different person to my Heather today. One way or another I was going to have to e to grips with this.

  Flipping through binder she stops. “Sele is a tad dated I’m afraid. Sinatra okay?”

  “Uh, sure?” Sinatra? As in Frank Sinatra? A TAD dated!? Whatever. We just needed a beat.

  A momehe swinging sound of a jazzy brass se fills the room followed by the old er’s smooth voice. Heather turns to me and strides forward. Taking my gss from the table she offers it to me. I take it dow swallow of wine. She smiles and takes it from me again to return it to the table then holds out her arms. With my best dashing grin I step forward.

  “I hope that all didn’t spoil the mood.”

  “Not mine.” She says softly as she pulls me close. She smelt good. She looked so fug good. And with my buzz returning…oh my God did she feel good!

  “Oh.” I am pressed into her bosom which, given her heels, was now nearly at neck height. I look forward into her , then up into her rich chocote gaze. “Um…”

  A gentle smile on her fad without a word she takes my right hand pulls it around so that it touched the base of her back. With her hip there to rest my forearm on it was as if her body was made to be held this way. She then pces her right in my left as her other on my shoulder.

  “Okay.” I say, my body stiffening so that I was taut and poised to move as needed.

  Gazing into my eyes she whispers. “Rex. Listehe music.”

  She takes a short backward step. Awkwardly I shuffle forward. “Erm…”

  “Rex, handsome” She says. “Oep at a time.” She steps back again, this time I step with her. “Good boy.” With her direg we sway to one side then baiddle in one easy motion. “Very good.” I read her subtle push and step back to where I started and she glides with me, after which we sway to the other side and back to the ter. “As easy as that.” Owice, three more times she guides me through the motions, each time a bit more in sync with the easy rhythm, and the he I knew…I was leading!

  “Heh!” I let out a ugh as I realize that we were actually dang. It wasn’t fancy by any stretch but she was in my arms and we were moving as one. After a few more times through the pattern I throw in a twist by turning her slightly through one of the steps.

  “He learns.” She says, her eyes twinkling.

  As we sway and glide around the kit and living room my fidence grows. Slow and graceful we dance right into the sed song, which had a simir beat to the first. Maybe Sinatra wasn’t such a bad choice after all. I am positively floating. Not just because of the wonderful sensations provided by the honey but more so because of this geous goddess in my arms.

  “You are a lovely dancer, Elliot.”

  “You too.”

  “Mmm.” She hums. The hand on my shoulder slides across to the bay head and very gently pushes. Not resisting her lead I allow my head to bow forward…until my cheek ressing against her pillowy bosom.

  Closing my eyes I let my head rest and dance upon the clouds.