The waiter cleared the table and poured the remaining second bottle of wine into their glasses, when he excused himself for a moment. He spoke to the head waiter who nodded, then walked to the bar. When he returned he sat down next to her rather than his own chair, cornering her in the booth.
"I've ordered you something special for after dinner because you've been so patient and listened to me and just because you've been you."
"I really should go," she interjected, looking at her watch and trying to exit gracefully.
"Just a few more minutes and I'll take you home, but you must try this drink first ... boss's orders!" He laughed slightly and grasp her hand where it lay in her lap.
His hand was warm and strong on hers and she could feel an urgency permeate through his body to hers, yet
