"It's perfect! You're perfect!" She said on a breathless exclamation of emotion.
I chuckled in good pleasure. I was far from perfect, but if she wanted to think so of me well, I was fine with that.
I led her towards the idealic setting loving the way that she sort of melted against my side as we walked. I pulled out a chair at one of the tables near a large pillar and she sat down smiling.
"Well aren't you the gentlemen." She said coyly in as playful a mood as I had ever seen her.
I leaned down to her ear and said, "On the contrar mon cherie. In this setting I am but the tramp in the presence of a lady."
The smell of her skin was just too much and my lips pressed deeply against the side of her neck in a kiss for a long moment. I felt a quiver course through her whole body and I drew back from the kiss. I hadn't left a mark, but I had left an impression.
I walked around the table and her eyes followed me. Her eyes seemed to be on fire and I relished their heated intensity that I had helped spark to an open blaze.
As I sat down a rotund shaped maître d' appeared, "Ahh senor Elon what a pleasure it is to serve you once more and what is this? You have brought a gem of the finest quality to grace our humble abode." The man said, as he melodramatically bowed toward Zora.
"You do our humble establishment too great an honor to grace it with your unsurpassed beauty!" The maître d' infused out further in what appeared to be genuine sentiment.
Zora blushed with pleasure at the man's platitudes to her beauty as her dark eyes sparkled like chocolate diamonds surrounded by veins of smoky quartz.
The maître d' straightened and turned to me, "Perhaps being familiar with what we have to offer you would perhaps know best what's your lady would desire, yes?"
Before I could speak Zora said, "I know what I want. Do you have spaghetti?"
"We do! It is one of our finest entrées! And for you Sir?"
Again before I could speak Zora cut in, "We'll share. You don't mind sharing with me Elon do you?" She asked provocatively and I hesitated from saying anything completely overwhelmed by the sheer weight of her erotic appeal.
Spaghetti wasn't my thing, but there was something else going on here. "Spaghetti it is Marco." I said never taking my eyes off of Zora.
Marco backed away from the table his eyes sparkling as they flipped back and forth between us.