"I want dessert," Tracy said, smiling. She pointed to an entry on the menu.
Mr. Hayes chuckled and grabbed the next passing waitress. "My girlfriend and I are going down to dance. When we get back up, we want a chocolate torte waiting for us on the table." The waitress smiled and nodded.
Mr. Hayes stood and extended his hand. Her fingers slid easily into his as he helped her stand. She loved the way his skin felt against hers and the strength of his grip holding her to him. Again, she passed tables where there were people. Although she couldn't see their faces, she knew that their eyes were on her.
Mr. Hayes led her to the middle of the dance floor. The crowd parted naturally for him, giving him space on the crowded dance floor without anyone realizing it. Although he wasn't Latin, he had rhythm and confidence, two of the main ingredients of a good dancer. They were also the two main ingredients of a good lover, she thought while smiling. As he twirled her and dipped her, she could feel herself sweating. During the second song, he turned her around and ground on her ass for a moment, and her body heated in response to his touch. By the end of the third song, she was ready to make love to him right there on the dance floor.
"Let's go upstairs," she said, knowing that if they danced to another song, she'd go crazy with lust. "I need my torte."
He grinned at her and she suspected he knew how much she wanted him. This time, he let her walk in front, his hands on her hips as she slowly walked to the stairs. The stairs were mostly deserted, and he took the opportunity to run his hands down her thighs as she walked. She knew he was trying to turn her on, and he was succeeding. She wondered if there was a private VIP room that they could slip away to...
They sat down at the table, and there was the dessert waiting for her as promised. It was beautifully presented, with whipped cream and even a single little cherry on top. There were two spoons, and Tracy grabbed one of them and broke off a little taste. It melted in her mouth, the taste touching all of her taste buds, and it was amazing. After being turned on so much and now having this delicious dessert, she figured this to be one of the best nights out since she’d started dating Mr. Hayes.
She looked up to tell Mr. Hayes to try it, but his eyes were focused on someone in the hallway behind her. She heard a female voice behind her over the music. "Mr. Hayes?"
Tracy turned, and even though she hadn't met the woman personally, she already knew who the woman was. Or rather, she knew who this girl was.
"Jenna!" Mr. Hayes exclaimed, a little more excited than he should have been. He nearly knocked the table over in his hurry to stand and greet her.
This girl wasn't quite as young as she had been in Mr. Hayes' dream, but she was pretty close. She could almost be considered as angelic as Mr. Hayes' dream had made her out to be. She still had the light freckles from the dream and her cheeks were slightly chubby. The most striking differences were that she had pale skin, and her long hair was so dark
that Tracy was sure that she must have dyed it.
Jenna wore a strapless, black, sweetheart-cut dress. At the bottom was a frilly line of lace, and around her midsection was a pink bow, tied up like she was a little present. She had on a beautiful set of black heels, which added a few inches to her height. There was no doubt about it. The package was all there, and she knew just how to attract eyes to her. She was beautiful, Tracy admitted. Absolutely beautiful.
She could see why Mr. Hayes had a crush on her.
Jenna grinned a smile so bright it was visible even in the dim light. She shrieked, and as Mr. Hayes came around the table, she gave him a big hug. "I haven't seen you since my high school graduation three years ago! How are you?"
"I'm great, just great,” he assured her. Tracy could see all the signs of a schoolgirl crush. Jenna was blushing and giggling with every word. Mr. Hayes didn't need to be a psychic to see the same thing. “Jenna, meet my girlfriend, Tracy!"
Jenna turned and hugged Tracy. "So great to meet you!"
A hug wasn't exactly what Tracy was expecting, but she managed to return the embrace without being awkward. She put on a happy smile, but her fantastic evening alone with Mr. Hayes seemed like it might be over. She told herself she wasn't jealous, but this was the exact type of scenario she’d been trying to avoid. A younger, beautiful girl who just happens to be the daughter of one of his oldest friends was exactly the type of girl who could steal Mr. Hayes right out from under her.
"Take a shot with us, Jenna," Mr. Hayes said, as he pulled a third shot glass from the arrangement on the table.
"Sounds fantastic!" Jenna replied, settling in to a chair. Tracy made note of the way she set down her purse on the last empty chair. Jenna intended to stay there the rest of the evening, Tracy thought. Mr. Hayes poured three shots and put one down in front of Tracy. He handed the other one to Jenna.
"Thanks, Mr. Hayes!" she said, the girlish charm oozing through. “I can't believe I managed to run into you. It must just be my lucky day!”
"Please, call me Paul," he said.
Jenna smiled. "Paul," she said, as if confirming it. "What should we cheers to, Paul?"
He had made the offer to call him "Paul" many times to Tracy, and she’d never taken him up on it, but now she really could feel the jealousy rising within her. It surprised her, but she at least admitted it to herself.
"I don't know. Tracy, do you have any ideas?" Mr. Hayes asked.
Tracy shrugged not really feeling like toasting to anything involving Jenna. She was still trying to figure out a way to get Jenna to leave so she could continue her wonderful evening.
Jenna spoke up. "To seeing old friends."
Mr. Hayes smiled and locked eyes with Jenna. Tracy hated the way it made the pit of her stomach drop.
"To old friends," he said, and clinked shot glasses with Jenna. For a moment, Tracy thought they might forget all about her, but Jenna made a point of clinking with her, before Mr. Hayes remembered too.
Tracy wanted to hate Jenna. She wanted to find a way to make the younger woman leave, but before she could come up with a plan that wouldn't anger Mr. Hayes or be considered rude, Tracy's opinion of the younger woman changed.