"Oh my goodness, what on earth is happening? I must be in a dream, maybe I bumped my head really hard on a wall somewhere and now I'm imagining things because how is this even possible?." Iridessa thought to herself as she looked at her pale hands on her lap, she was wringling them in a nervous gesture.
The man she had fantasized about just appeared in real life and they were having dinner together. He's incredible, funny, charming, and so attractive that Iridesssa finds herself constantly sipping her wine to calm her nerves. Iridessa notices him staring at her lips, and his eyes seem darker than usual, and it's not just the lighting in the diner. She had never seen anyone with eyes like his, and she is certain they're not contacts he is putting on.
The wetness between her legs was so embarrassing, she can't believe how turned on she is. His deep, husky voice only adds to her arousal, and she has to keep rubbing her legs to focus, the ache between her legs was really uncomfortable, Even the other women in the diner can't help but stare at him in awe, despite already being with their partners. He has a presence that demands attention.
When the waitress interrupts her thoughts, Iridesssa realizes she has been lost in his gaze. Then she notices that the waitresses gaze lingers a bit too long on idrus, and can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
"Why do I care so much about how she looks at him? He's not even my boyfriend." She said to herself trying to compose herself and order a chicken caesar salad, and also trying to avoid blushing like a fool. His intense gaze on her doesn't make it any easier, especially with the waitress seemingly fixated on him.
As she dismisses the waitress, she catches a glimpse of his smile as he looks at the menu. The waitress, in her haste to leave, spills wine all over Iridesssa. Iridessa knew it was intentional, but she bit her tongue to avoid causing a scene, even though the situation feels like a soap opera.
Idris growled at the waitress and she quickly apologized before scurrying away. Idrus rose from his seat, his presence authoritative yet oddly reassuring. Grabbing a paper towel, he began to dab at the wine on her dress, and she silently thanked herself for wearing black. Lifting the hem of her skirt slightly, he wiped her thigh, his touch firm yet gentle. Placing the paper towel on the table, he ran his hands over her thigh slowly.
His hands paused, lingering on her bare skin, sending a rush of warmth through her. Unexpectedly, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her thigh. A soft moan escaped Iridesssa's lips before she could stop it, and she quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. His deep chuckle only deepened her blush as he returned to his seat, leaving her flustered and completely captivated. The memory of his touch on her thigh lingered, the dampness between her legs growing more intense.
Idrus complimented Iridesssa on how gracefully she handled the situation, his voice resonating deeply and reverently, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She responded with a hesitant smile, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as her cheeks flushed.
"Thank you," she replied, "I didn't expect that, and it wouldn't have been right to overreact. I believe it was an honest mistake." His lips curved into a mysterious smile.
"I know you realized she did it intentionally," he stated, causing me to blush and look away.
As Iridessa glanced around the diner, she couldn't help but notice the jealous looks from other women, their eyes filled with envy due to the attention Idrus had given her. It was an unusual sensation to be the subject of such intense scrutiny.
"So, um, where are you from?" She asked, looking at him. He smirked, placing his elbows on the table and intertwining his hands, drawing her gaze towards his muscular and veiny forearms. She couldn't help but imagine how those arms would look as he held her down and thrust. Damn it!
"I was born in Milan, Italy, but I grew up here in New York," he answered. Iridessa nodded, realizing why he didn't have an accent.
"So, what do you do for work here?" Iridessa asked again, trying to sound casual as she took a sip of her wine.
He leaned back in his chair, a secretive smile playing on his lips.
"I own my own company," he replied.
"Oh!" She raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"What kind of company?" Iridessa inquired. He chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Let's just say I specialize in... acquisitions," he said with a wink. Iridessa couldn't help but laugh at his vague response.
"Acquisitions, huh? Sounds intriguing." She replied.
He nodded, his expression inscrutable.
"You could say that, but enough about me. Tell me more about yourself, iridesssa."
"Well, as I said before, I'm a personal shopper," She said, mustering a smile.
"But my real dream is to become a fashion designer and have my own line." Isabella said.
"That's a fantastic dream," he said, his voice genuine.
"I have no doubt you will achieve it." His words filled her with warmth, yet the weight of her reality lingered.
"Thank you," she whispered. His gaze shifted to her hands, but Iridesssa hesitated to share more. It didn't feel right to burden someone she had just met with her problems. Relief washed over her as the waiter arrived with their food, providing a welcome distraction.
"Finally, our food," Iridesssa exclaimed, eager to change the subject.
"Thank you," She said to the waiter, feeling slightly relieved that it was a different one from before.
"Yes, thank you," Idrus added politely.
"Let's dig in," he said with a smirk, and she couldn't help but smile.
As they delved into their meal, the conversation drifted to lighter topics. They discussed their favorite cuisines, shared and laughed over silly stories. Despite the initial tension, Iridesssa found herself enjoying his company more with each passing moment. His laughter was infectious, and his charm was undeniable.
Between bites of food, he shared snippets of his life in Milan, painting vivid pictures of cobblestone streets and bustling markets. Iridessa listened intently, captivated by his tales of adventure and longing for a taste of the vibrant city he called home.
As the evening wore on, the restaurant buzzed with activity, but at that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. And for the first time in a long while, Iridesssa felt a glimmer of hope stirring within her, that maybe, just maybe, he saw something in her and might want to take it further.