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his age, and he thanks me. The conversation flows until we are presented with our main courses, and we both get lost in a world of taste and texture as we chew on tender lamb, and crunch on what I would call undercooked carrots.
    â€œI just want you to know...”
    He looks at me wide-eyed as he pulls his fork from his closed lips, and I wonder who just kicked me up the butt and pushed those words out of my mouth. “I’ve never done anything like we did last night. I mean, I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
    He swallows. “It wasn’t a one-night stand, because you’re here with me now.”
    â€œYou know what I mean.” I push the food around my plate. “I’ve never slept with a man within two hours of meeting him.”
    He grins. “I’m glad to hear it.” He leaves me hanging for his words as he takes another mouthful of food, then chews and swallows. “And just so you know, neither have I.”
    Inside I’m grinning my head off, but on the outside I’m as cool as a cucumber. “I’m glad to hear it, too.”
    On our second glass of wine and waiting for dessert, his foot touches mine. Did he do that on purpose? If he did and I just ignore it, he might take it the wrong way, but if he didn’t and I do it back, he could take that the wrong way, too. Oh hell, just go for it woman. Nothing ventured and all that.
    Elongating my leg and searching under the table, I rub my shiny shoe against the bottom of his trouser leg. His eyes instantly make contact with mine and his lips curl to a smile as I reach for my glass and recline in my chair, lifting my leg a little higher up his.
    His face fills with desire as he slowly reaches under the table and takes my foot in his hand. Delicately, he removes my shoe, and I hear it fall to the floor. Glancing around to see if the thump caught anyone’s attention, I’m comforted to see that no one is looking our way. Fixing my attention back on Heath as he starts to push circles into my foot, I flash him a glance of approval and give him my ‘come to bed’ eyes as I search with my toes to see if he’s as aroused as I am. Pleased to feel his trousers tight around his warm erection, I spread my toes and run them down the length of his cock
    â€œDo you still feel like dessert?” He flashes me a naughty smile.
    â€œI’d prefer to take it upstairs.” I run my fingers through my hair and finish what’s left of my drink.
    â€œAnd what exactly is it you want for dessert?” he asks, mimicking my hair pushing and drinking.
    â€œHmm, I feel like something warm, sticky, and filling.”
    â€œReally?” He bends down and dresses my bare foot. “I think I can help you with that.”
    He calls the waiter over whilst pulling on his jacket, and tells him to cancel our desserts as we’ve suddenly got an appetite for something else. The waiter gives Heath a smile and heads off to do as instructed, after thanking us.
    Heath rests his hand on the small of my back as the polished lift doors part for us to enter. Dropping his hand to my arse, he gently pushes me in.
    I watch in the mirrored wall as he presses the level button on the wall several times in the hope that the doors will shut quickly enough to not allow any unwanted company in the lift car. His wish is fulfilled. The doors close behind me in the reflection.
    â€œMy God, Ruth, I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you in the foyer.” He grips my breasts and pushes his hard cock against my backside as he kisses my neck.
    Getting carried away and forgetting ourselves, we suddenly both stand straight-backed against the mirrors as a disembodied voice announces, “Floor two.”
    The doors open slowly and an older couple step in. Heath greets them. “Good evening.” Then he carries on chatting to them about the lovely weather, while I look down at the floor and shyly act out the