I do? I still wanted to see if he was as good in reality as he was in my dreams. This just didn’t seem to be the place. “We need to talk more. I have some things to tell you as well. Why don’t you go change clothes and come down to Jimmy’s about 7:00.We’ll have that dinner I offered last night, and we will be able to talk.”
“Why don’t you come up to my room with me now? We can talk there.”
“Slow down Coach, you got to first base, but I don’t know yet whether you’re going to hit a home run. Okay? Coach, everyone in town knows me, from the sanitation workers to the mayor and the preachers. If word got out about you and me in your hotel room, I might find it hard to live around here.” I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “It’s best this way believe me.”
The rain stopped. Reluctantly, I took his hand and led him out of the garden and to the front door of the Summit. I stood on tiptoes, kissed his ear and whispered. “See you at 7:00.”
And I turned and walked away …
Chapter Seven
I didn’t care whether it was raining or not. It was a bright sunny day in my heart. He’s gorgeous, he’s sensitive, he’s been dreaming of me and he wants me. What else is there? Well, maybe we can find out about that later tonight.
I walked into the Bar, found Ronnie and walked over to him with a big smile on my face.
“So?” he asked.
“I like him. You would be proud, I was a good girl. He’s coming at 7:00 and I may not be as good then though.”
“Charley!” Ronnie winced.
I laughed my way into the kitchen and up the stairs to the apartment. I had no sooner gotten to the bedroom when I heard a knock on the door, and a soft voice.
“Charley, can I come in?”
Wilma had to be debriefed as well as Ronnie.
“What is the matter with your clothes? They look like you wadded them up and threw them on the floor. What did you do?”
“Wilma, we got caught in the rain while walking through the Summit gardens. We tried to get to the gazebo, but didn’t make it.”
“And?”
“Nothing, he kissed me.”
“And?”
“I kissed him. And that’s all, I swear.”
Teasing Wilma was fun. “He’s coming for dinner tonight at 7:00, I’ll introduce you. Now get out of here. I’ve got to get ready.”
I walked the protesting Wilma to the door and returned to the bedroom. If Wilma and Ronnie knew PJ and I were both so sex starved, they would have conspired to keep us apart. Glad I didn’t tell them. But I knew, and that actually was a problem. I knew what I was going through, but six years? No sex for six years? That’s not natural. I couldn’t help but wonder what a man would be like without sex for that long. I didn’t want to push him too far; the way he kissed me in the gazebo scared me.
But I’m going to see what kind of lover he is. Nothing could be worse than this afternoon!
By the time 7:00 rolled around, I had the private owner’s booth set up with a white table cloth and a vase of fresh red roses, the flower of love, as a centerpiece. Our best silver and china were in place. It was an elegant table, used rarely. The privacy panels were partially assembled, ready to be closed as we dined and talked. I don’t know why, but I wanted this to play out as I’d planned it last night. I asked Ronnie to join me. “Ronnie, I want to pretend this is last night, and he comes to my booth instead of going with that other woman.”
“Charley, I will do whatever you want, but that sounds a bit weird. You guys have already spent a couple of hours together this afternoon.”
“I know, but indulge me, okay?”
Ronnie laughed back at me. “You’re like a teenager on a first date, aren’t you? Tell me what to do when your date arrives.”
“When he arrives, tell him ‘Jimmy’s owner would like for you to have dinner with her.’ Then escort him back and introduce us.”
“That’s all? … Ok, I can manage that.”
I knew, as soon as I told Ronnie what to do
“Why don’t you come up to my room with me now? We can talk there.”
“Slow down Coach, you got to first base, but I don’t know yet whether you’re going to hit a home run. Okay? Coach, everyone in town knows me, from the sanitation workers to the mayor and the preachers. If word got out about you and me in your hotel room, I might find it hard to live around here.” I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “It’s best this way believe me.”
The rain stopped. Reluctantly, I took his hand and led him out of the garden and to the front door of the Summit. I stood on tiptoes, kissed his ear and whispered. “See you at 7:00.”
And I turned and walked away …
Chapter Seven
I didn’t care whether it was raining or not. It was a bright sunny day in my heart. He’s gorgeous, he’s sensitive, he’s been dreaming of me and he wants me. What else is there? Well, maybe we can find out about that later tonight.
I walked into the Bar, found Ronnie and walked over to him with a big smile on my face.
“So?” he asked.
“I like him. You would be proud, I was a good girl. He’s coming at 7:00 and I may not be as good then though.”
“Charley!” Ronnie winced.
I laughed my way into the kitchen and up the stairs to the apartment. I had no sooner gotten to the bedroom when I heard a knock on the door, and a soft voice.
“Charley, can I come in?”
Wilma had to be debriefed as well as Ronnie.
“What is the matter with your clothes? They look like you wadded them up and threw them on the floor. What did you do?”
“Wilma, we got caught in the rain while walking through the Summit gardens. We tried to get to the gazebo, but didn’t make it.”
“And?”
“Nothing, he kissed me.”
“And?”
“I kissed him. And that’s all, I swear.”
Teasing Wilma was fun. “He’s coming for dinner tonight at 7:00, I’ll introduce you. Now get out of here. I’ve got to get ready.”
I walked the protesting Wilma to the door and returned to the bedroom. If Wilma and Ronnie knew PJ and I were both so sex starved, they would have conspired to keep us apart. Glad I didn’t tell them. But I knew, and that actually was a problem. I knew what I was going through, but six years? No sex for six years? That’s not natural. I couldn’t help but wonder what a man would be like without sex for that long. I didn’t want to push him too far; the way he kissed me in the gazebo scared me.
But I’m going to see what kind of lover he is. Nothing could be worse than this afternoon!
By the time 7:00 rolled around, I had the private owner’s booth set up with a white table cloth and a vase of fresh red roses, the flower of love, as a centerpiece. Our best silver and china were in place. It was an elegant table, used rarely. The privacy panels were partially assembled, ready to be closed as we dined and talked. I don’t know why, but I wanted this to play out as I’d planned it last night. I asked Ronnie to join me. “Ronnie, I want to pretend this is last night, and he comes to my booth instead of going with that other woman.”
“Charley, I will do whatever you want, but that sounds a bit weird. You guys have already spent a couple of hours together this afternoon.”
“I know, but indulge me, okay?”
Ronnie laughed back at me. “You’re like a teenager on a first date, aren’t you? Tell me what to do when your date arrives.”
“When he arrives, tell him ‘Jimmy’s owner would like for you to have dinner with her.’ Then escort him back and introduce us.”
“That’s all? … Ok, I can manage that.”
I knew, as soon as I told Ronnie what to do
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