Under the Sheets - Love Under Lockdown

“Is everything okay?” he asks me, looking a little concerned.

I nod. I’m not going to admit to him where my head is at. He would probably think I’m crazy or something. I look around and try to find something to distract myself.

“Have you been to this city before?” I ask him curiously.

He shrugs as he considers my question.

“I don’t think so. I have to travel to a lot of places for this job, so they all kind of blur together,” he admits with a grin.

I smile at his answer. He is a rising star at the firm, so I’m not surprised he’s been everywhere.

“How did you like the plane ride?” he asks me.

I take another sip of wine. I need to stop, because I’m drinking too much, but I can’t help myself.

“It was nice. Very spacious and luxurious,” I hazard.

He smirks in response.

“After a while you get used to it, but the first time is always the best,” he says in a low voice.

Maybe it’s the wine, but I think I hear a double meaning to his words. I blush. There is no way that he could be talking to me in that way, I tell myself.

I nibble some leftovers off my plate. I don’t want to get dizzy or lightheaded from the wine. Seeing what I’m doing, he signals the waiter to bring us some water. I look at him gratefully. He surprises me by winking at me.

When the water arrives, I all but drain the whole glass. Both of them try to contain their surprise at that.

“Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?” Mark asks as the waiter pours me more water and hands us our dessert menus.

We browse through the selections. I shake my head.

“Not really. Just updating our travel arrangements because of the quarantine,” I admit.

I wish I was a more exciting person. He nods.

“I don’t have anything going on either. I’m glad you remembered about the plans. I almost forgot.”

He laughs. I laugh as well. I think the wine is getting to him as well.

“I think someone needs to drink his water,” I mock-reprimand him.

He raises a brow at me. I want to cringe at myself, but he’s smiling goofily at me.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, taking a gulp of water.

We both laugh.

“I think we both had too much wine,” he admits.

I nod at him. I’m too busy enjoying myself with him.

Eventually we lapse into silence and stare at our menus. We go back to stealing glances at each other.

I have never been more turned on by him or anyone than I am right now. He meets my gaze every time. I wonder if he is feeling the same way about me. My stomach does flips at that thought. I don’t know how much more excitement I can take tonight.

“Hmmm, everything looks so good, I can’t decide what to get,” he says in a playful tone.

I have to take a deep breath, because he’s looking right at me when he says it. I clear my throat and look at my menu.

“It’s true, there are a lot of tasty options,” I reply.

He looks deeply at me. It’s a few seconds before I realize what I just said. Embarrassed yet again, I try to hide my face behind the menu.

Thankfully he ignores my comment and looks around for our waiter. I order the cheesecake and he orders something with chocolate that sounds expensive, and both of us ask for some coffee.

This place is still fairly busy, which is surprising, considering how many people are starting to shelter in place due to the pandemic. I have to admit that I’m ready to shelter in place… with my hot, protective boss.

Chapter 11

Mark

After we finish our desserts, I realize that we’ve been having such a great time together that I didn’t realize how late it had gotten. I quickly signal the waiter so I can pay the bill.

Lisa waits patiently for me. We leave the restaurant and walk to the elevator together. I hope we’re not too tipsy to get back upstairs to the room.

Though I did enjoy how much more relaxed she seemed after all the wine we had at dinner.

I think she might have drunk a little bit more than I did. I’m kind of surprised by that. Was she nervous about meeting me tonight?

I’m feeling very confident from the Ozark project and the wine, and it’s fueling my burning desire to get naked with Lisa. I have been feeling this way about her all throughout dinner. I can’t stop myself from brushing against her in the elevator.

I’ve been dying to know what she feels like, even if just in the smallest way. She looks at me with surprise, and maybe with something else in her eyes too.

I shouldn’t do this, but I invite her to my room for another drink. I really do know better, but I want her badly.