I woke up with the same smile I fell asleep with and a few messages on my phone from Tara and Ethan.
Tara: I’m staying over at Kyle’s tonight so don’t wait up for me. K, love ya!
Ethan: I‘m not sure how work was last night last but it would have been nice to know you made it home safely!
Ethan: By the way, I want to take you on a date tonight. Be ready for 6.
Shit! I was so caught up in the wintery mix falling that I forgot to message him that I was home and I’m surprised he didn’t show up and punish me for it but he had been so busy at work that I barely spoke to him let alone saw him.
Me: Indeed, I made it home safely and I apologize for not letting you know but I got caught up in the romance of the snow.
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom for a relaxing shower when my phone rang. Turning off the water, I grabbed it and sighed when I saw James’ name flash across the screen. I slid the screen and answered.
“Good morning Britt. I hope you slept well after your long day yesterday.”
“Yes, I did. What can I help you with?”
“I wanted to let you know that the Mayor personally called to thank you again and requested that you come up with the menu for his Christmas party on the 11th.”
I almost dropped my phone and I had to pinch myself to make it feel real. “He did?”
“Yes. He also referred us to several of his friends for any of their future catering needs. I cannot tell you how glad I am that Ethan told me about you. My brother has always had good taste in food so I wasn’t going to turn down his suggestion to hire you.”
“Thank you, James. I will start putting something together as soon as possible and run the list by you before we make any final decisions.”
“Excellent. I’ll see you at work tomorrow night. Goodbye, Britt.”
My mind was still reeling after our talk and it felt like I was floating when I headed back towards the bathroom. I turned the water on and let it heat up while I started coming up with a menu in my head. Candied ham with sweet potato soufflé, green beans with bacon and cranberries, spinach and cheese stuffed pork loin and tri-colored baby potatoes, broccoli, and crabmeat soup with croutons.
Standing under the warm stream, I ran the possibilities through my mind hundreds of times before rinsing my hair and getting out. After drying off, I wrapped my towel around my body and jumped on my laptop to start a few different menus to show James. My phone rang bringing me out of my daydream making me jump.
“Hey! Have you decided on what to wear tonight?”
“Oh shit, I completely forgot! What time is it?”
“3:30. Come on, Britt how could you forget about your first date with Mr. Sexy Pants?”
“I know, I know. James called telling me the Mayor asked for me to create a menu for his Christmas party and I got carried away.”
“Ok put the computer down, go in my closet and find a dress, preferably black because it’s easier to dress up or down depending on where he’s taking you. Then I want you to put on some mascara and lipstick and curl your hair.”
“What would I do without you?”
“Go to work, come home and every now in then, dust the cobwebs off that vagina of yours with that bright pink vibrator you have hidden in your drawer.”
“W-what? Pink vibrator? Pft I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I was home when it came in the mail and I know every adult toy company, for which I can give you great recommendations, but you cannot hide the same pathetic packaging they all come in and you left it on your bed for the whole world to see.”
“Ok, fine, I’ll admit it! I have a vibrator.” I said with shaky confidence in my voice.
Gone were the days when I would shy away from such talk about toys and body parts, this was the new me, the unashamed me, the me who was training to let a man command me than pleasure and punish me with the same hand.
I heard her gasp on the other end of the line and I thought she was hurt. “What happened? Tara are you ok?”
She started fake crying and said “I can’t believe it. My baby is growing up.”
Huffing in frustration I replied, “I hate you, you know that right?”
“No you don’t, you love me.” She laughed maliciously as she sang, “You love me, you love me, you love meeeeeeeeee.”
“OK! Stop before you make my ears bleed.”
Times like these made me so happy that she was my best friend but it also made me feel like the worse person in the world for continuing to lie to her about what I had been up to in the last month and a half.
“Alright, enough stalling. March into my room right now and get dressed and if I find out you wore anything conservative I will never talk to you again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted even though I knew she couldn’t see me.
Our phone call ended and I took off towards her room wondering if I had as much fashion sense as she did. Besides, I didn’t have a clue as to where he was taking me so the dress code was a bit of a mystery so the little black dress idea sounded like a safe bet.
Searching through the many styles of dresses she had, I settled on a simple long sleeve with a V-neck. It was a stretchy material and hugged my body a little tightly for my liking but nothing about tonight was ordinary and I wanted to look perfect for Ethan.
I hung the dress on the door and sat in front of her vanity adding a little blush to my cheeks then some mascara. I chose a red stain for my lips with a matte finish to last the whole night. Once my hair was curled and fixed, I slid the dress over my head and added a few of her gold accessories.
The last addition was the nude red bottom heels that she bought me for my birthday. Once my ensemble was complete, I still had half an hour to wait before Ethan arrived so I raided her closet for a coat.
The doorbell rang exactly at 6 pm and I walked to the door more nervous than ever before. I twisted the knob and pulled it open as my breath hitched in my throat. There, in a grey suit with a black shirt and matching tie, stood the only man who has ever made me weak in the knees from just one look.
He smirked and said, “You look amazing Brittany.”
I bit my lip and said, “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Are you ready to go?”
Shaking my head yes, I closed the door behind me and followed him to his car. After he ushered me in, he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove off. We got onto the main highway and the further we got from town the more curious I became.
“So where are we going?”
“Well since you seem to have eaten at every restaurant in the city, I’ve decided to take you to different one for dinner.”
He turned to me and smiled and at that moment I knew he was going to be someone very special to me, even if he didn’t feel the same way but there was just something about him that made me feel safe.
An hour and a half later, we pulled under the canopy of a quaint little restaurant. The valet took his keys and drove off as he pulled the front door open for me. The entryway was dimly lit and the sounds of soft music played in the background.
Walking us to our table was an elegantly dressed hostess who seated us right next to the fireplace. Once she was gone the waiter took her place and proceeded to give us the specials in French. Luckily, I had been speaking it since I was a child but I kept my mouth closed as Ethan ordered a bottle of wine and Hors d’Oeuvres.
We sat quietly for a moment when our waiter returned with our drinks and poured us each a taste. Ethan picked up his glass, swirled it a round then sniffed if before he took a sip and nodded his head. I waited until my glass was full before I took a slow sip, letting it linger on my tongue before swallowing it.
“Excellent choice.” I said as I smiled.
“I’m not normally a wine drinker but I can never pass on a good Bourgogne.”
We chatted for a while as the appetizers, salads and soups came and went and when our entrée arrived I stared at the beautifully roasted rack of lamb chops sitting in the middle of the table. As the waiter placed a plate in front of each of us, my mouth started watering in anticipation of the delicious cut of meat before me.
I could hardly wait until he sat my plate in front of me to dig in but I paused impatiently as he did the same for Ethan. Once he was gone, I picked up my fork and knife and cut a piece then dipped it into the three mustard sauce and took a bite. My taste buds burst from the robust flavor of the mustard and the tenderness of the meat as I let out a low moan.
Opening my eyes, I noticed Ethan watching me intently as I savored the taste still on my lips. We finished our meals in silence and once the plates were cleared Ethan asked the waiter for a cerise clafoutis.
"NO!" I said a little too loudly making them both look at me. "I'm severely allergic to cherries." Then I looked at the waiter and ordered two chocolate soufflés.
Another hour passed and before I knew it we were the last table remaining. Ethan paid the bill then escorted me to the door as we waited for his car to be brought to the entrance. Once we were inside and heading home, a tremendous feeling of comfort wrapped around me as he grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. I didn't want to fall so fast but at this point I couldn't stop it.
So Ethan finally took her on a date and to a fancy French restaurant out of town where she had never been. He is so damn amazing it makes me want to slap my man.
I'm glad she speaks French because her having a reaction to the dessert would have been a horrible way to end their date.
HE HELD HER HAND!!!!!!! AGHHHHH I love him.