I quickly reply, “I know, don’t worry.”
Back at Adam’s house, I go upstairs to pack my bag. He comes into the room with a glass of wine for me. “You can leave some of your things here if you want to.” This surprises me coming from him, the professed bachelor for life.
“You mean I can share your bathroom? I am honored.” He smacks my bum.
“Behave, I’m being serious and opening up a bit. Isn’t that a good thing, what you want?”
“Yes, I feel flattered at the offer and will leave some of my toiletries here if you don’t mind. The clothes I will take as I have a limited wardrobe you know.”
“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs then” He looks back at me, “If you’d like, I can take you clothing shopping. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
I think how sweet and what fun it would be to shop with someone like him. But he’s so generous already and won’t let me pay for anything when we’re together. Taking any more from him just doesn’t sit well with me. I say with genuine affection, “Adam, that’s a very generous offer, but not necessary. It wouldn’t feel right. Please don’t be offended. It’s really sweet of you to offer though.”
“It’s an open offer if you change your mind.” He leaves me to my own devices as I leave a toothbrush, hair brush, and some makeup in a spare drawer in his large bathroom. I feel good about this. We’re making progress and I feel a little more confident in the direction we are going. After packing my bag, I take it downstairs and leave it at the front door. I feel sad again, as this is a sign that our time together is coming to end for now anyway. Getting closer to the kitchen it smells good. He is facing the cooktop when I walk in.
“Whatever you are making smells really good.”
“It’s Chicken Tikka. I hope you like Indian food.”
“I do and Chicken Tikka with rice is one of my faves.”
“Good, we’re having basmati rice with it and some cucumber salad.”
“Wow. I’m impressed! How did you become such a good cook?” I ask.
“Mostly summer jobs and an interest in cooking. I find it therapeutic.”
“You had summer jobs?”
“Why do you find that so strange? Don’t most students have summer jobs?”
“Well, yes, but you are not most.” He seems confused by my comment at first.
“My parents taught us values which included working for what extras we wanted. I’m glad they did because I can cook pretty well now.” He lifts the spoon in the air and laughs. Hearing him laugh makes me laugh.
“Okay, fair point, and very good parenting,” I reply.
He nods and says, “Please get some wine. Pick a bottle from the wine cellar downstairs.”
I head down the semi-winding stairs into the basement, which doesn’t feel like a basement at all. I walk up to the wooden door that opens up into the wine cellar. The wooden shelves are lined with bottles and labels. I have no clue which one to pick. I suspect some of the bottles to be collector status or aging, which is about all I know of wine other than what I drink and like today. I guess Adam gets tired of waiting as I see him standing at the door, grinning at the fact that I don’t have a clue. He looks very sexy and I want him. I look him up and down and then lock onto his eyes.
“Did you pick one?” he says, knowing full well that I haven’t.
“I need your help. How do I pick from a room full of bottles?”
He grins, “Follow me and listen.” The wine master speaks. The thought of Adam as Master sends a hot pulsation up through my groin. Bad girl Violet, stop, I tell myself. I am honestly impressed with Adam’s vast amount of knowledge of so many different things.
“The bottles on this side of the wall can be opened pretty much anytime – see the label marked Store Selection, Regular?” I lean down and see the label and nod.
“The ones up there on the higher shelves are collectible and need to age for a few more years to be at their best. The ones on the right side – see the label with different dates - will be ready in the next year or so. Those will be moved down from the higher shelves to the lower ones when they’re ready to drink.”
“Okay so when you send me down here I’ll just pick from the regular selection okay?”
“Fair enough, now pick one and bring it upstairs so we can eat. It’s getting late and I want to see you home safely before I come back to do some work.” I grab a Cabernet, which I think will go well with the Indian food. As I reach the doorway to exit, I look back and realize the wine room is about the size of my bedroom. I must ask him how he manages the wine organization when he travels so much and is so busy. I head upstairs, pleased with my selection. Adam opens the wine and lets it breathe in the bottle. He looks over at me. “Why don’t we eat in the dining room as I rarely get a chance to eat in there?”
“Sure, it sounds formal, but nice. “
“Would you mind setting the table? There is china and cutlery in the sideboard.” I walk through a small server area off the kitchen into the dining room. I realize we haven’t been in this room yet. I admire the walnut dining table and twelve dining chairs around it. While the table is heavy, its design is modern and sleek. The chairs are also modern and covered in medium gray leather. I would have picked this set myself. The sideboard looks antique. It may be from his parents and works well with the modern table and chairs. It’s strange he would live in a big house designed for at least a family of five. Oh well, he can afford it. Opening the sideboard door I find plates, cutlery, napkin holders, candles holders and candles. On the bottom shelf are two tablecloths and a padded table protector. I pull out the table protector and cover the stylish wood table with it and then select the darker of the two tablecloths, which is also dark gray. I set the table with plates, forks and matching dark gray napkins. Setting the table takes me back in time for a moment to some of my own family dinners when we would have over eighteen people at two tables pulled together in the dining and living room. They were very fond memories for me. We’ve had so many losses in our family that it just keeps getting smaller. I feel sad for a moment. I stand back to look at the table and realize there are no wine glasses. I go back in the kitchen to ask Adam where I can find some.
“Hi Babe,” he looks at me as I walk in.
“Hi E, what wine glasses do you want me to use?”
He laughs and says, “I call you Babe and you call me E? I suppose that’s gonna stick isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mr. E., it will for a while unless your ego deflates sometime soon.”
He looks at me and changes his stance. “Would you want me to change? Do you want me to be fluffy and sensitive all the time? I think if I was you wouldn’t want me as much.” I hate to admit it, but he’s right. His confidence and mannerisms are part of the turn on for me and no, I couldn’t imagine him kissing puppies and hugging babies all the time. I do see him interrogating some poor soul on the opposite side of a table. I get another sensation run through me at the thought.
“Yes, you are probably right. Your confident swagger turns me on.”
“Good, then I guess it will be ‘E’ for a while then. There are some wine glasses in the server area.” He smirks as he turns around to finish cooking. He looks so adorable. I’m sure the people at his firm would be surprised at his domestic abilities. I smile to myself and walk back to the server area to find an array of glasses to choose from. I take down two wine glasses and return to the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine. Adam puts the food into serving bowls and begins to bring them into the dining room. We sit at the dining table. I have put Adam at the head of the table and me to his right. That is what my parents used to do. I smile inside. Adam goes back into the kitchen to get the wine bottle and comes back with a BBQ lighter to light the two candles I had put on the table.
“Is this romantic enough for you?” he asks.
“Yes it is and even more so because y
ou cooked a lovely dinner for me.” We begin to eat. The meal is delicious and the array of spices and flavor are restaurant-worthy.
“Are you sure you don’t want to open a restaurant? I would be a great hostess. I was one for a few summers during school days?”
“If I do, you will be the first person I call to be my hostess and for a few other things.” He smirks at me.
“Geez, I wonder what the other things are,” I say, not stating the obvious. I have a few more questions and feel like now is the time to ask him. He’s relaxed and happy.
“Have you taken any of your exes to meet your parents?”
“You’re the first. They really liked you”
“I really liked them too. Why didn’t you take any of the others?”
“I didn’t want to, and my mother wasn’t on my case either.” We both laugh and continue to eat and talk about the week ahead.
Adam makes me aware of the time. “It’s getting late Babe, I should get you home.”
“Let me help you clean up at least.”
“We can leave it for Joyce, she will be in tomorrow. Don’t worry.”
“I don’t mind. At least let me rinse the plates and put them in the dishwasher.” He relents and gives in to my simple request. I can see he is getting frustrated at my reluctance to just do what he wants.
“Okay fine, you have five minutes but then we need to leave.”
“Thank you.” I quickly get up, clear the table, and put as much as I can in the dishwasher. At the precise said time I am at the door and Adam is waiting for me. I am still amazed at how his mood can change in a fleeting moment and often times without any warning. He looks handsome standing there looking at me coming towards him, which softens me as I get closer.
“Ready, Babe?”
“Yes, let’s go then. I am starting to dislike Sunday nights now.”
“I know. I’ll try to sort out my travel so we can have full weekends together including Sunday nights, okay? Please be patient with me. This is all new to me. I’ve never had to make any adjustments for anyone before.”
“I know. It would be great to have three full nights together. I miss you so much when you’re gone.”
“I’ll do my best, I promise.” I appreciate his efforts to make me happy. As he said, adjusting is not part of his decorum. How lonely he must’ve been. I know I was lonely before him.
We are getting closer to my apartment and I feel an ache in my stomach. Adam takes my bag out of the car and walks me up to my apartment door. He doesn’t come in, as I know he still has some work to do. He kisses me slowly and passionately before he pulls away. “Bye Babe, I’ll call when I can. See you on Friday. Lock the door now.”
“Bye Adam. See you on Friday.” I close and lock the door and feel lonely; it hasn’t even been a minute yet. It’s only 8 so I unpack my bag and call Ann to check in with her. I get her voicemail and leave a message. “Hey Ann, it’s me. Nothing urgent, call me when you get a chance. Love you.” I feel some comfort in leaving the message for my friend. I feel a glint of excitement at Adam being her favorite actor’s lawyer. It’s pretty cool. Next, I check my office email and all looks good there. As I get ready for bed, it’s only Adam on my mind.
Chapter 18
It’s a beautiful day in July and Adam’s birthday. We are getting ready to go on a picnic. Our relationship is going well and we are both very happy. He insists that I not make a big production of his birthday so instead I am packing a picnic to celebrate it. I’ve baked him a cake and have a simple gift that he will hopefully love. I have packed a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, olives, a vegetable salad, fried chicken drumsticks that I have wrapped in foil to hold the heat and some strawberries with a can of whipped cream. He seems very excited. It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m very happy at the thought of taking Adam on his first picnic.
I think back to the birthday dinner held at his parents’ house the previous night. I met his sister Olivia and a university friend of Adam’s named Edward and his wife Isabella, who everyone calls Bella. We had a great evening and it was nice to get more acquainted with Adam’s life.
“Are you ready?” Adam calls out to me.
“Yes, can you come and help with this basket? It’s heavier than I thought!”
Adam moves quickly to my aid. “Let me do the heavy lifting, Babe, okay? I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He is old fashioned when it comes to things like this and I love him for it. I stand up on my toes to kiss his lips before we head to his SUV to drive to the park by the lake. We have a glorious day ahead; the sun is shining and we are together.
We find a nice spot with a view of the lake, but far enough from the walking path so that we have some privacy. As I bend to spread out the blanket on the grass, Adam takes full advantage of my position as he grabs a hold of my bum and kisses it. “You have a sweet ass Babe,” he says.
I turn back. “Behave yourself.”
“That’s never going to happen.” This I know to be true and I am glad about it. Adam is about to open the basket. I tap his hand.
“Leave that until I open it.” I don’t want him to see the small birthday cake I made for him. He pulls me down and rolls on top of me pinning my hands down above my head. I must admit he is turning me on big time. Adam begins to kiss me and nuzzle my neck. “That tickles!” I confess.
“Oh does it now?” He continues to nuzzle my neck, causing me to squirm beneath him.
“If you don’t stop I won’t feed you,” I tell him.
“It’s not food I want, it’s you.”
“People can see us, you know,” I say.
“When have you known me to care about what other people think?”
I laugh. “Okay, you win.”
Adam’s thumb has found its way under my summer dress. I stop squirming as a new sensation comes to me. He moves it up and down inside of me and I moan. He plays with me for a while. His body is covering mine so we look like we are just a couple kissing. He knows what he is doing. Without warning he slides his wet thumb up over my clitoris and inserts his finger in me. I am now oblivious to my surroundings and only focused on what Adam is doing to me. He rubs my clit at the right speed with his thumb while his finger moves around inside of me. He is masking my moans by keeping his mouth over mine. His strong body has me pinned under him so I can’t move anywhere. I so want to writhe with all the hot pulsations shooting through me, but I can’t. In seconds I come and moan into Adam’s mouth. He slowly removes his hand from under my dress. “Suck”, he says and puts his still wet thumb in my mouth like an appetizer. When he is satisfied I have sucked his thumb clean, he puts his wet finger in his mouth. Appetizers for both of us! Looking satisfied while I lie breathless beneath him, he readjusts my dress before he rolls off of me. He’s quite pleased at having shown me who’s boss.
He says, “Okay, we can eat now.” I really do want to fuck him right now, but it’s too public and there may be kids coming around as well. I sit up and open the picnic basket and pull out the wine and give it to Adam to open.
Seated next to each other with our legs in front of us we sip our wine and just take in the view. Adam has his arm behind me so that we are slightly touching. We couldn’t have asked for a better day.
“Happy Birthday Adam! Here’s to a great day!” I toast him with my glass.
“Thank you Babe, this is really nice. My first picnic and it’s my birthday. You are making it a memorable one, Violet. I’m not used to this.” I smile at him and feel glad I was able to convince him to celebrate his birthday with me.
I reach into the basket to take out the sliced cheese, crackers, and tub of olives. It’s so nice just sitting here eating at our leisure in such natural beauty.
“Ann has invited a few friends up to her family cottage, do you want to go?”
“Do you want to go?” I am surprised he’s asking.
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nbsp; “Well yes, this is why I am asking you.”
“The whole weekend?” I can see his body tense. I never thought of Adam as anti-social.
“Yes, Friday and Saturday nights, is that a problem?”
“Who else is going?”
“It would be you and me, Ann and Ted, and Sarah my friend from Los Angeles and her girlfriend. And, probably couple of our school friends.” Ann and I thought it was easier for Sarah to visit us this summer rather than all of us going out there.
“What would the sleeping arrangements be like?” Now I understand the line of questioning. He wants to make sure we can have sex while we are away. I would have to agree with him.
“We will have our own room. It’s a nice cottage with all the comforts of home.”
“Okay, or we could find a resort close by and sleep there.”
“That won’t be necessary, so please don’t go booking us into some luxury resort. Like I said, Ann’s family cottage is not small. There are four bedrooms in the main house, I will ask for one of those for us. And there are three bedrooms in the guest cottage.”
“Okay, email me the dates so I can get them on my calendar.”
“Deal.” I kiss him. I love to kiss him. Everything just flows so easily for us these days.
“Are you hungry?”
“Only for you,” he says and I have to smile.
“What about some food like the fried chicken I made for you?”
“Sure, I am excited to taste your cooking as well as…” He looks down between my thighs. Again, I smile. He’s full of energy today and boyishly happy. I begin to unwrap the vegetable salad and chicken. Adam hands me two plates. I serve the food and watch Adam as he takes a bite out of the chicken leg in his hand.
“This is really good. Maybe we can cook together sometime.”
“Sure, my culinary expertise is not as wide yours is, but I can make some good simple foods. I can make good lasagna.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he says as he takes another piece of chicken out of the tin foil. I am happy to see him relaxed and enjoying himself. He has such big responsibilities at work that I want to do everything in my power to make his weekends enjoyable and relaxing with me. Adam’s phone buzzes. “Adam Stone,” he answers as I watch him listening intently and see the smile leave his face. I sigh inside.
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