An Evening Drink . . .

She had the start of their evening all planned out – a bit of wine to relax before heading out to dinner.

The evening was getting on and he would be coming home soon. She had put on that new dress she brought from TSR and accented it with a stole, and one of the pearl necklaces that he liked. Perhaps she was overdoing it, but it was about her plan. And that made her attire a requirement.

After she was dressed she rummaged around for the pad of sticky notes and directed the dog to wait at the door.  On the note she wrote: “A tall drink awaits you” and stuck it on the inside of the door’s frame. She smiled to herself, thinking that it was both witty and clever. Patting the dog on the head she went to pick out a wine.

He had quite a collection and she was still a novice at wines and had yet to taste them all.  She tapped a finger against her lips as she scanned the shelving, pulling out a bottle here and there to read the label and check the date. The last thing she wanted to do was waste a bottle.

She was so focused on finding the perfect bottle that she hadn’t heard the front door open, or him coming down the hallway. “You look gorgeous.”  The husky tone of his voice broke through her concentration and she spun around, a bottle in one hand, while her free hand rested on her chest.

“I didn’t even see you!”  Was her reply. The initial shock wearing off as her eyes openly traveled over him. The first thing she noticed was that he had already loosened his tie. Now he had placed his briefcase on the chair with her purse and was steadily closing the distance between them.

Color instantly sprang to her cheeks and she began to giggle and blush. That look in his eyes was all too familiar. She took a step back, however there wasn’t anywhere to go seeing as she was surrounded by wine glass and their piano. She placed the wine and a hand on the bar to steady herself. “We have dinner plans out tonight.  You best behave.” She tried to compose herself.

He walked past her, admiring the dress she had chosen. “How much time do we have?” he asked firmly, standing directly behind her now, tracing his middle fingers down her arms.

That always sent sparks running over her and then her breathing hitched. She tried to answer him steadily, but it came out in a breathless reply.  “An hour and a half…”

Immediately after she answered, he pulled her body to his fast and hard. He used the top of his head to move hers to the side, exposing more of her neck. He parted his lips to place on her, but barely did so and she exhaled slowly.  His warm breath moved up from the small of her neck to behind her ear as he spoke low, holding her body in his arms now.  “Plenty of time, darling.  I’m thirsty for something tall.”


Broderick ( Check out his blog: A Gentlemen’s Game )
Hair: Exile:: High and Dry
Suit: [ hoorenbeek ] Mesh Fitted Suit – Dark Grey
Bag: -David Heather-Iman Purse/A2/Sienna – MadPeas The Interview Silver Prize

Ryanna ( That’s me!)
Dress: TRS Design – Milly Dress Cream @ Pose Lover & Friends until Sept. 25th
Hair: *ARGRACE* AZAMI – Dark Browns

BlueMoon enterprise:  Fur Stole
Maitreya Vintage Pearl Necklace
-INIA- Tik Tok GACHA -Shoulder Purse-  (RARE) @ Pose Lover & Friends until Sept. 25th

8+ [octoplus] – Sexy Girl @ Pose Lover & Friends until Sept. 25th
:Q: Poses – Love Bite @ Pose Lover & Friends until Sept. 25th
BAXE Poses Handbag Male 10 @ Pose Lover & Friends until Sept. 25th

{Why Not ?} Arisaig Wine Bar
Chez Moi Fancy White Piano Multiposes
ROOST – Wine Shelf1 (Wine Cellar Set)
Cozy Essentials {CE} Gear Clock
Howl – Wood cart 1
aisling. Rugs
NOMAD // Silver Sphere Chandelier



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