There's a knock at the door. She answers it to see no one. Looking around, then down on the floor, she notices a large red box with a red ribbon tied around it. As she picks it up, she hears the elevator door shut.

Taking the box, she goes back into the room, removes the ribbon and even before she opens it, she can smell them....red roses...her favourite. She smiles then a small sob escapes from her lips. She fights the tears back...his candle...the one she sent to him for his birthday...hidden among the roses. She had asked him one time if he had ever lit the candle and he replied that he hadn't, but would on a very special occasion. He wanted this night to be very memorable night too.

A tear falls onto the flowers as she lifts them out, and lays them on the bed. The already wilting flowers that were in the room when she arrived the day before are discarded, the vase filled with fresh water and the red roses placed into it with a tender, loving touch.

She lifts the candle to her nose and closes her eyes as she breathes the scent in. She sighs to herself, sets it on the night table, beside hers...then glances at the clock....... time to get ready.

She goes to the dresser, pulls the top drawer out, and takes out the black garter belt and stockings. Laying them on the bed, she goes back to the closet for the long black dress with the spaghetti straps. She removes it from the hanger, and holds it up to her. Humming softly to herself, she knows he will like this one. She lays it beside the stockings and garter belt, then goes to the bathroom and turns on the shower.

Brushing her hair back, she pulls it into a high ponytail. She drops her robe and steps into the shower, closing the door. Reaching for the soap she rubs it onto the sponge, lathering quickly, then washing her neck and arms...feeling the soap bubbles slide down her body. Her hand follows with the sponge, over her breasts, to her tummy, then lower, gently washing...She rinses off under the warm water, and shuts the tap off, then steps out and towels dry.

Dropping the towel to the floor and going over to the bed, she holds one stocking up and puts her hand into it, down to the toes. Lifting her foot onto the bed, she slides her foot into the stocking, and slowly pulls it on, smoothing it all of the way up to the top; then repeating the same procedure with the other stocking. She wraps the garter belt around her hips clasps it together, adjusts it, and snaps the stockings to it.

She picks up the tiny box from the night stand, and lifts the dainty gold chain from it, then threads it through the loop of the ring that pierces her navel, and slides it around her waist. She smiles...he knows about the gold loop, and will love it. She had told him once that it had closed over, but she wanted to look sexy for him and hoped this would do it.

Picking up the dress, she lifts it over her head, and lets it fall down around her body, then walks over to the full length mirror and views herself.... a bit clingy, but he will like it. She smoothes it down over her body.

She releases her hair from the ponytail, letting it cascade to her shoulders, brushes it thoroughly, then shakes her head a bit. She looks for just the right color of lipstick, and finds the red one....dark red. Carefully, she outlines her top lip, then presses it to her bottom one, then adds a bit more. She puckers, and smiles, "Mmmmmm.....kissable." She sits on the edge of the bed, and puts the spike heels on.

One more last look in the mirror, a quick check of the room, then grabbing her purse, she heads out the door and downstairs to the bar to wait for him.

As she walks into the bar, she feels eyes following her to a secluded table in the corner. She sits down, orders two white wines and looks around the room. She sips her wine, and listens to the soft music. A few minutes later, she feels warm hands on her shoulders.

She knows it's him, even before she turns her head. Her heart beats faster. He bends down, kisses her neck, and says to her, "You look ravishing. I've been thinking about you all afternoon." "I've been thinking about you too," she smiles.

As he sits across from her, he leans over to look into her eyes. "I love those hazel eyes, and that black dress looks stunning on you." She gazes into his eyes, trying not to melt. He tries to look away, but is unable to take his eyes off her.

He stands up and pulls his chair around the table so it is inches from hers. He sits down and kisses her cheek, then her lips. She lays her head on his shoulder and sighs deeply; then picks up her glass and raises it to her lips. He lifts his also and takes a drink. She looks into his eyes...he bends his head to taste her lips. It's a sweet sensual kiss.

He looks around the bar and notices all of the men gawking at her, then looks sternly at her and winks. "I hope you weren't here by yourself all evening, waiting on me." "No, not all evening, and I ignored them because I knew the best hadn't arrived yet," she smiles.

Reaching around her, he pulls her close, and kisses her softly on the forehead. They were kind of staring when she came in because the slit in the side of the dress is quite high. She snuggles very close to him....his scent is intoxicating. She remembers the candle.

He looks down at her leg, observing how much is revealed. He stirs his drink slowly, takes a sip, and whispers in her ear, "They can't have you tonight." She turns towards him and smiles, "I am yours, always."

He is unable to resist the urge, and let's his lips touch hers softly. He looks into her eyes and asks anxiously, reaching for her hand and gently squeezing it... "When are we going to leave?" Getting up, she says, "Now." There is no thought of having supper..... just being alone

He throws some money on the table, takes her hand and lets her lead the way out of the bar. Trying to hold her dress together where the slit is, she hurries him to the elevator, and they go inside.

The doors barely close and he grabs her, leaning her up against the wall and kissing her like he has starved for her for days. Her hands go around his waist and she pulls him close...kissing him as if it's their last kiss. He reaches down and feels where her dress comes apart, exposing her leg. His hand runs up her thigh, while circling his tongue around hers.

She kisses him deeply, shivering, as he touches her. He presses hard against her, feeling her pull him near, the bulge in his pants becoming very noticeable. He slides his hand up farther and quickly pulls away when he discovers that she isn't wearing anything under the dress but the garter and stockings. He looks at her and grins from ear to ear.

The elevator doors open.
She quickly pulls away from him, trying to gain her composure, and looking to see if anyone is getting in. He laughs. She giggles.

Wiping her mouth, and smoothing her hair and dress, she grabs his hand and they run to the room. She takes the key out of her purse, and unlocks the door, then pulls him inside.