Dinner Together

Rick

I watched, enamored with every move Harley made as she pressed her bottom lip to the glass and sipped her wine. Her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest moment as she savored the flavor, and then she gazed back at me across the table.

“Is it good?” I asked, struggling to get the words out. The woman had a way of making it feel like I was caught in a vise.

A very sexy, tight, cunning vise.

“It’s delicious,” she said.

I sipped mine and found that she was not lying. The wine was rich, earthy, and not too sweet. It wasn’t too dry either. It was just right. The perfect glass for a perfect date.

Good lord, she’d turned me into such a romantic.

Harley leaned even closer to me across the table. She still held her wine in one hand, and I was still captivated by her movements. She crossed one leg over the other under the table. “Tell me something I don’t know about you, Rick.”

“What?”

She nodded. “Go ahead. Tell me something. Anything.”

“Uh, I don’t know.” I paused, trying to think of so