Michael brought me into a private room of the resturant.
As I settled into the plush chair, the ambiance of the private room enveloped us in a warm glow. The flickering candlelight danced across Michael's features, casting shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. I could feel the anticipation in the air, thick and electric, as he took the seat across from me.
"Welcome to our little surprise," he said, his voice low and inviting. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us off from the rest of the world.
I glanced around the room, taking in the intimate setting. The walls were adorned with rich, dark wood, and the soft music playing in the background created a romantic atmosphere. "This is quite the setup," I remarked, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
Michael leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "I wanted tonight to be special. Just the two of us, away from the prying eyes of the office." His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, and I felt my heart race in response.
Before I could respond, the waiter entered, carrying a beautifully arranged platter. "Your 'Midnight Delight,'" he announced, setting it down on the table with a flourish. The dish was a work of art—an array of vibrant colors and tantalizing aromas wafting up to greet us.
"Bon appétit," the waiter said with a smile before discreetly exiting the room, leaving us alone once more.
I looked at the dish, then back at Michael, who was watching me with an amused expression. "What do you think?" he asked, his tone teasing.
"It looks incredible," I replied, my curiosity piqued. "But what makes it the 'Midnight Delight'?"
He leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. "It's not just about the food. It's about the experience. Each bite is meant to be savored, just like the company."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You certainly know how to set the mood, don't you?"
"Only for special occasions," he replied, his gaze unwavering. "And tonight is definitely special."
' This guy is definitely playing me. Trying to gauge my true intentions, Clever."
As we began to eat, the conversation flowed easily. We shared stories, laughter, and playful banter, the initial tension between us transforming into intimacy. With each bite, I could feel the connection between us deepening, the lines of our professional relationship blurring into something more personal.
"Tell me," I said, leaning forward, "what's the story behind Le Coeur? How did you come to own such a place?"
Michael paused, his expression shifting slightly as he considered my question. "It's a long story," he began, his voice thoughtful. "I've always had a passion for fine dining and creating experiences that linger in people's memories. This place was a dream of mine—a sanctuary for those who appreciate the finer things in life."
I nodded, captivated by his passion. "And you've succeeded. It's beautiful here."
"Thank you," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But it's not just about the restaurant. It's about the people who come here. I want them to feel something—joy, excitement, connection."
I smiled. "You certainly know how to create that atmosphere."
As we finished our meal, the waiter returned, asking if we were ready for the next course—the 'Midnight Delight' experience. Michael's eyes sparkled with mischief as he nodded, and I felt a thrill of anticipation.
"Let's see what the night has in store for us," he said, standing up and offering me his hand.
I took it, feeling the warmth of his touch as he led me deeper into another private room. The atmosphere shifted, becoming more intimate, more charged. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow around us, and I could feel my heart racing as he pulled me closer.
The room had a glass dome as ceiling and it was filled with beautiful candles and lights. He brought me to dance in the center.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. "I'm ready."
With that, he started swaying me on rhythm, his hand on my waist teasing, a salsa music started playing low but intense gradually building the momentum. Our eyes never leaving each other. The music stopped as he pulled me towards himself and leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. The world around us faded away, and all that mattered was the connection we were forging in that moment. It was electric, a spark igniting between us that sent shivers down my spine.
As we pulled away, I could see the desire in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored my own. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement.