Lunch Preset

Unlike prior lunch dates, he was late.

By late, meaning late.

Not fashionably so, just flat out late.

There was going to be a serious conversation about his secretary. That box did not leave the office. It was repackaged and left under the desk sealed. It would be used as evidence later that day.

For now, she had to remain cool.

Lunch had to appear to be ordinary. This one would blind side him good.

The rush, dash, and sprint to get to the restaurant had left the cool collected hubby in a huff of sweat. He knew he was late. He knew he couldn’t do anything about it. Knowing his lady, she was going to try and blindside him. She’d probably save the contents of that box for later that night, or preferably this week and attempt to surprise him and get upset with him.

Truth be told, this little dance was a bit old and tiresome. It was part of the married game that had to be played. Speaking of playing, no time to pick up any standard apology type knickknack to show that he knew what had happened. Nothing to diffuse the coming tirade. Thankfully, he was early enough to get to lunch. Today was a planned 90 minute lunch. 30 minutes lateness wasn’t going to sidetrack the plans.

She saw him arrive. She knew that he looked really stressed. But that wasn’t going to soften her resolve. She was going to let him have it. That secretary had gone too far. She had to protect her man from this lustful aide of his.

As he entered and paused to catch his breath, he muttered an inaudible ”thank you” to the air. His assistant had already pre-ordered their lunch. He saw the waitstaff going to work to deliver the food. They understood that his time was limited and that lunch wouldn’t be completed in the restaurant. This was going to elicit a generous tip.

She looked in bafflement as the handsome built waiter delivered her favorite lunch and placed opposite her a plate of what she most enjoyed seeing her hubby eat.

How did that man know?

How would they know what to deliver?

He hadn’t said a word to anyone. She hadn’t said a word to anyone. It’s as if they were reading her mind.. Wait.. His mind.

Only he knew this plate combo made her day and put her in the mood for ravenous sex.

But… But… He hadn’t spoken.

She was watching him closely to make sure he didn’t try anything funny. She was set to rip him apart after putting him at ease in the seat.

How?

His charming chivalrous smile was starting to disarm her as he approached the table. Whatever he had planned, it was working. She wasn’t sure what. But the blindside would have to wait for a few days.

She vowed it.

As he sat down, he just said one phrase. “Let us eat.”

And then… proceeded to eat.

The… ah… what?

Just like that?

Oh, no! she exclaimed to herself in a mental neck roll and finger snap.

If that’s how it was going to be, she could eat in silence too!

Somewhere along the way, a note was slipped next to her. As if the bill was being handed to her. Her temp rose as she tried to calmly and most lady like of ways look at the note. Instead of a bill, it was what appeared to be instructions. She was to report to room 404 and await instructions there. Looking up, he still had that smile, but was getting up and leaving.

What?

Really???

Huh?

Something in her said… “go..don’t fight it”. He knew she had switched from anger to curiosity. The lunch date was now officially saved. The best was yet to come. And what he also knew… she would thank him for his response about her forgetting to bring the contents of that box. But there was time for that later.

to be continued

Lunch Actually

The walk to the second part of the lunch meeting felt a bit awkward. There was this unspoken tension in the air. There was some kind of weird dance going on. The food had been perfect and delicious. There was not much talking. The glances shared were meaningful, tender, sweet, and relaxed.

Despite the cordial nature of these glances, there was the matter of lateness, the assistant or secretary depending on who you asked, and the instructions on the meal tab that wasn’t a tab.

As she followed, it became clear that room 404 was not going to be like any other room she’s ever visited. The corridor leading to what must be room 404 appeared to be designed to be hidden from the average onlooker. If she didn’t have trust in her man’s abilities to find amazing places, she’d think he was leading her to some secret underground underbelly dark place… the word dungeon came to mind rather quickly.

In one of the darker passages that had some sort of low barely audible music playing and the scent of romantic scented candles, there was a sign that said 400+ to the right. He pointed to the right as he turned left and disappeared in this very dark poorly lit passageway. She paused and hesitated. Would going to the right be a good thing? It was too late to follow him to the left… as the darkness had already swallowed him up. So, to the right it was.

In room 404 was all the luxuries of a very high end hotel. Lighting supplied by countless candles surrounded by many layers of rose petals. As her senses drank in the pampering, whatever plan she had from earlier vanished. Closing in on the bed was what looked like a padded small envelope that she quickly opened with great anticipation. To her surprise, inside was a note saying “wear this” and all she could find was that barely noticeable pink piece of garb that was in the box she had left at her office.

How?

What?!?

Wait…

A door closed. She spun around to see who it was. A man in a dark suit, leather gloves, very official looking hat was standing in a corner of the room that was poorly lit. She couldn’t tell who it was. His posture commanded great authority. He reminded her of her husband when he was in the middle of very intense negotiations and was going in for the kill without letting the opposition know that they were loosing their bargaining power rapidly.

He resisted the urge to smile. All he had to do was wait for her to step closer. Once that happened, he would reveal the paddle waiting inside his sleeve and would get to work with Mr.Law. Today, she was going to understand the many layers of love that he had been holding back. She would come to cherish this moment and want a whole lot more of this new kind of play. The years of taking notes and practicing the craft had prepared him to begin this brand new session in the most sensual and loving of ways. The residuals he planned to leave would be something she’d realize she’s been missing for a long time and longed for. Just had to wait for her to step forward.

To be concluded