Never Tempt A Hungry Wolf - Open

[TheNiteSiren]

The music of the strip club thrummed in her veins as she stood backstage with her best friend, Emerald. The two women had met when Ianna had inadvertently saved Emmie from a mugger by falling on him. They had to be the two most unlikely friends in the world, a stripper and a librarian. It never bother her what Emmie did for a living. In fact, she had shown some interest in learning to dance like she did. Ianna had always been a tad clumsy and awkward which is why she had trouble approaching the guys she liked. They always saw her as a nerd or some stuck up know it all. One of the other girls was doing her routine on stage while she peeked from behind the curtain. In the front row was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. “Woo hoo! Talk about some heat!” Emmie surprised her. “Girlfriend, I saw some serious lust in those eyes. Let Emmie see who has your panties damp…” She blinked. “Markus? Girl, he is intense.”

Ianna grew more curious. “What do you mean?” Emmie put a hand on her hip. “Just something about him. I know he has money but he never takes any of the girls from here, home. He tips well but he doesn’t talk much that I know of.” His eyes looked almost violet in the light of the spotlight and she could tell that he had dark hair. “If you want him, babygirl, maybe we can make that happen.” Ianna’s brows arched. “You kidding me? I would be surprised if he even looked at me.”

Emmie frowned. “What did I tell you about downing yourself? You’ve been doing really well learning from me and the girls. You have that routine down big time.” When she pulled out the mask, Ianna knew exactly what she had in mind. Maybe it was time for her to put the shy librarian on the shelf and left her wild side out to play. The DJ came over the loud speaker. “Got a new girl for you guys to meet. Sensual yet innocent, shy yet bold….a beautiful contradiction. Here she is…Siren.” She stood on the stage against the pole in black heels, the light on her as Rihanna’s Rehab played. She wore a slick suit with no blouse and a fedora on her head. A she lifted her face to the crowd of men, they saw the black velvet mask on her face.

Throughout the crowd of onlookers, she was focused on one man. Her eyes hooked him, as her hands slid up the pole and she began to dance, rolling her hips to beat. Her face a picture of pure pleasure with and every move she made. And still she never allowed his eyes to deviate from her. Slowly her pink tongue came out to moisten her plump bottom lip, her hungry eyes taking him in. She unbuttoned the coat, slowly peeling it off her body to reveal the black corset underneath. Her body moved, a temptress after her prey. She went down the steps, the spotlight following her, stopping before him and removed a long pin from her hair. The dark mass of silky curls flowed down her back like a satin sheet. Deliberately trying to tempt the man, she undid the fastenings on the slacks and peeled them off. The men in the back yelled for more.

She stood in black panties, garters holding up black silk stalking. Siren straddled his lap and she swore he almost looked surprised at her nerve. Up close he was even more than she thought but also predatory in a way. She moved against him more closely in this lap dance than most girls would give. She wanted him hungry for her, to see that wanting in his eyes that she had never had in anyone else. She knew she wanted him and her body told him that with every single move. Once the music ended there was a loud round of applause but once the lights came up, Siren had gone. All she left for him was the black velvet mask she had been wearing.

Later on in the back, Emmie clapped her on the shoulder. “God damn girl. Never thought you had that in you. Did flash one it of tits and I think most if not all the guys in there came in their pants.” Ianna just blushed. She kind of astonished herself with that little performance. There was just something about that guy that made her feel so damn hungry to be touched. It almost made her wish that she had told him who she was. “I have to go. Miss Edison is sick again and I have to take the early shift.” They hugged. “Be careful getting back. You know how some of those sickos like to linger in the back alley. You still got the pepper spray?” Ianna rolled her eyes. “Yes, mommy.” Despite their different lives, they took care of each other in their own way.

Ianna wet out the back door, saying goodnight to Bo Bo, the bounce, at the door. She walked to her car that was parked in the back but froze once she heard someone behind her…standing very close. So close that she could feel his warmth seeping through her clothes.

 

[DanFS]

Well, she had certainly made an impression!

The petite, buxom dancer with the masquerade mask, who had obviously become the surprise attraction for the evening, had bewitched him.
Markus hated to admit it, but she seemed so different to all the other dancers.
She seemed a little unsure of herself as she started her routine, but soon got into her stride, really enjoying herself in the process, it was apparent to everyone watching.
Her choice of music, with Rihanna's 'Rehab' was slightly unusual – but it just showed another side to her, that she was different to the usual dancers they showcased here at the Club.

Her choice of outfit was provocative, to say the least.
Markus knew what he liked, and her attire, with the black corset, with garters and black panties and silk stockings and heels was a favourite combination of his.
On the right woman, it highlighted her pale skin, and accentuated her curves - with this one, 'Siren' she certainly sang to him, more so than any of the others.
The fact she was not a regular, was even more appealing!
Her petite body, and sinuous movements held his attention. She had a cat-like grace about her as she danced.

When she came right over to him and gyrated across his lap, he could feel the beginnings of stirrings in his crotch.

That rarely happened, either that a woman came straight over to him and danced, seemingly for him alone, or that she approached him at all.

He had come to realise that at six foot four, his tall & muscular frame was intimidating to many women, and the dancers here often chose easier men to approach for more tips, even though he wasn't shy about dropping cash when he felt the performance deserved it.
She had finished her dance, and gave the illusion of having disappeared into thin air, leaving behind her black velvet mask, and her delightfully faint musky scent as the only evidence of her being right there in front of him, other than the crowd of men right at the back, baying like a pack of hounds.
So unrefined they were, but that didn't matter to Markus. He preferred to savour the finer things in life, and this woman, this Siren, intrigued him.

He knew she would soon leave the Club, so he made his way to the back door, assuming she would leave through the back rather than walk out through the crowd of patrons, who would likely demand an encore.
At the back door, he encountered Bo Bo, the bouncer, and held up a $50 bill for him.

His deep voice with a faint English accent, rumbled as he told Bo Bo:
"Siren dropped this, and I'd like to return it personally. There won't be any trouble from me, I assure you. I'm not one of those deadbeats trying to cop a quick feel, or hassle one of the girls. I do want her to know she has made this evening worthwhile, however."

Bo Bo nodded and pocketed the cash, and opened the door, waving Markus out into the cool night air.
Markus stepped to the side, into the shadows, on the blind side of the doorway, not for any other reason than habit, he was used to staying out of sight until he needed to be seen.

His black suit and open-necked shirt with polished black shoes, helped him blend into the shadows.

After a couple of minutes the door opened again, and 'Siren', dressed slightly differently emerged.
As she stepped forward, so did he. She froze, aware that someone was right behind her, and so he pulled up too, almost bumping into her. They were so close, they almost touched.
Markus was also aware that Bo Bo hadn't let the door shut, so he could watch what was going on.

She turned to face him, and again his deep voice rumbled as he spoke:
"Lady Siren – you dropped this. I believe it is yours?"

He held out the black velvet mask to her, and once again drank in her scent which he found intoxicating.
As she reached out to take it, their fingers touched and he could have sworn he heard her gasp. His fingers tingled in response.
"I enjoyed your dance. You were absolutely captivating! I have not been so entranced for a long, long time. I forgot to tip you."
He released the mask into her hand & withdrew his own, to produce a small wad of bills from his jacket. He peeled off $100 and offered it to her. "The price of a private dance, I believe?"

Before she took it, he said boldly:
"If you would do me the honour of joining me for dinner this evening, I'll double that…"

 

[TheNiteSiren]

"Lady Siren – you dropped this. I believe it is yours?"

It surprised Ianna that he had found her this quickly. He must be very smart or at least street smart when dealing with people. “Thank you very much. My name is Ianna.” He smelled so good, making her heart beat wildly. There definitely an attraction there but she wasn’t the type to know how to capitalize on it.

"I enjoyed your dance. You were absolutely captivating! I have not been so entranced for a long, long time. I forgot to tip you."
He released the mask into her hand & withdrew his own, to produce a small wad of bills from his jacket. He peeled off $100 and offered it to her. "The price of a private dance, I believe?

Ianna blushed at the compliment. “I am glad you liked it since I was dancing for you.” His eyes were so beautiful. She could stared into them all night long. Reluctantly she took the money. “You’re very generous. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything in return.” That was a lie and she knew it. What she had expected was to tempt him into seducing her.

"If you would do me the honour of joining me for dinner this evening, I'll double that…"

She smiled a pretty smile at him. “That I would do for free.” Ianna him a slip of paper. “My address and phone number. If you want me, then you can come get me. I need to change first.” She kissed his cheek and got into her little car. The look on his face was one that almost made her nervous. That was a man making a plan. At that point she wonder if she bit off more than she could chew. Ianna did know what to do with the money he gave her and pulled her car into Secrets, a lingerie and dress store. She a bought a lovely purple dress that would be great for tonight if Markus came for her. She also bought some very risqué lingerie to go underneath. If things went well, he would be taking it off of her himself.

The drive home only took about five minutes and Ianna checked for messages. There were none. She had admit to being a little disappointed. Maybe he didn’t like as much he seemed. It wouldn’t be the first time she had misjudged that. A little disappoint, Ianna lay the new dress and lingerie on her bed. Tonight she would likely dream of what could have been. She shed her clothes and headed for a hot shower.

 

[DanFS]

Markus was slightly taken aback by her response – he was accustomed to the women he approached being overawed by his masculinity and stature.

When she replied with “That I would do for free.” His heart leapt.

Then, when Lady Siren gave him the slip of paper, and made it obvious that her address and phone number were upon it, he wondered if he had found that all elusive Alpha Female, shrouded within an unassuming and demure exterior, which she showed to the outside world, except when on-stage.

Her further statement of "If you want me, then you can come get me. I need to change first.” Intrigued him still further.
This woman was no longer just prey to be pursued and conquered, but possibly the most delicious type of conquest – that which will come back again and again, willingly.

He wanted to take his time with this one…..She would be worth the wait if his instincts were right.
She seemed willing to play 'hard to get' in as much as she didn't swoon and fall straight into his arms.
He have to work to breach her defenses, although she seemed to encourage his pursuit of her. Her invitation to collect him from her home surprised him even more, as he didn’t know many single women who were confident enough to give their home address to a man they had just met, and then a man as obviously imposing as him.

She then gave him a peck on the cheek before jumping into her car and driving off, leaving him standing there, chuckling with both delight and surprise.

Her opened she slip of paper and her neat handwriting clearly gave her address & 'phone number.
Knowing women as he did, he decided to give her an hour and a half to change, before going to her house.
He decided to return inside and enjoy another drink, but this time, at the bar, rather than facing the stage. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on another performer, after being so captivated by Lady Siren.

Before he did so, he called his favourite restaurant across town, and spoke to the female Maitre D'.
She was one of the few female restaurant managers in the city, and the establishment she held sway over was reviewed favourably across the country.

"My dear Sophia – it is Markus. I am entertaining a lady tonight and require table sixteen, say from an hour's time?"
The statuesque redhead smiled down the 'phone and replied:
"Ahhh, Markus, will you require a bottle of Pino Grigio Riserva?"
"Yes, my dear, and the services of Alberto to drive us home, I think, if your son is willing to oblige me, for the usual consideration, of course!"
(Sophia and her husband ran the restaurant, one of the most successful Italian eateries in the city. Alberto was their youngest son, at eighteen years old was mad about cars and always relished the opportunity to drive Markus' Audi, as well as the fifty dollars he would receive for the door-to-door service).

Sophia said it would be no problem, and disconnected the call.
Markus' thoughts returned to his 'date' for this evening.
He'd also have to ask her name.
Surely Lady Siren was a stage name – a pseudonym for the masses?

He nursed his O'Douls Amber beer, enjoying the cool, smooth crispness, as it washed over his tongue and he swallowed each and every sip. If he was driving, he wouldn't drink – not a drop. He couldn't afford an enforced restriction upon his movements.

He checked his watch a couple of times before the time had passed. He checked the address again and knew the neighbourhood wasn't far from here, so he left a ten dollar bill on the bar and walked out to his waiting Audi A6.

He climbed inside, and started the engine, which gave a subtle growl and then subsided to a hum, waiting for his command.
He entered her address into the SatNav, then put it into drive, then pulled away,
After a few seconds his route was mapped out, and he followed it through the streets to her house.

As he pulled up outside he saw a neat, two storey family house, with a small, but tidy front garden, with a nice flowerbed, and mown lawn.
He strolled confidently up to the front door, and rang the bell.

He could hear the sound of high heels clicking upon flooring.
'Wood?' He thought to himself, just a second or two before the door was opened and he saw her.
She looked beautiful. Her face was more subtly made up this time, but no less beautiful in his mind.
Her beauty wasn't overt, like that in-your-face beauty that the fashion magazines extolled.
Hers was a natural, relaxed beauty. She seemed comfortable with who she was.
He didn't know if that was really her, or a façade she projected to the outside world, but that was the impression he got from her.

Then his eyes drifted lower as he drank in the rest of her.

Her dress was a deep purple, almost the same as his eyes, which were his most unusual feature. The slit up to mid-thigh was attention-grabbing, and sexy, but not slutty. The silver embroidered decoration around the top, showing a hint of her cleavage was tasteful, and invited the eyes to linger for just a moment.
The way it clung to her every curve was delightful.
If things went well tonight, he would enjoy removing it from her body.

Even her shoes, were in keeping with the outfit. This woman knew how to dress, and well!

Her long, dark hair was styled expertly, as if she had just stepped out of a salon. The style suited her perfectly and complemented her chosen look for the evening.

He was glad now, he had worn his dark suit, even without a tie, he knew he looked presentable, at worst.

"Lady Siren." He intoned, his smooth, deep voice like fresh cream being poured over strawberries. "You look magnificent!" He beamed, before offering her his hand, and lifting it to his lips, kissing it gently.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Ianna turned on the hot water for her bath, scent the water with a perfumed oil. The scent of roses drift from the water as she slipped into the hot water, sighing at relaxing feeling of being enveloped in warmth. She thought on the man waiting for her and shivered. Never in her life had she felt an attraction like that. It even had her dropping her defenses and actually flirted back. The women at the library would be shocked at her but maybe the person she was at the library was who she really was. In her time with Emerald and her friends, Ianna never felt so relaxed.

Maybe that is why she changed her mind behind this. Ianna didn’t want to make Markus another regret, another chance she never took because she was afraid. Plus Markus seemed kind of shocked by her behavior. It amused her to know that she could knock a man off balance. Ianna finished up her bath, also making sure she had shaved ‘everything’ quite well. She used a special skin softener to keep it soft and perfumed. She hummed to herself as she blew dry her hair. The large silky brown mass took forever to dry but Ianna had been dealing with it for a long time. She styled it with soft curls and very light make up.

The lingerie felt so good on her skin and gave her a sassy feeling. The dress covered most of the lingerie Simple purple low heels that matched the dress perfectly. Ianna had seen those god awful heels in Secrets. Not only would they hurt her feet but it was more than like they would cause her to break her neck. She also had a clutch that matched the dress. The only real fancy jewelry was an antique silver locket that was passed to her from her grandmother. There was engraving on the front, ‘True love is friendship set on fire’. She had asked before about the saying and her gran would always say that she would figure out myself one day.

The locket went around her neck and Ianna grabbed her clutch. It was a little cold tonight so she found that silver wrap her cousin had given to her on Christmas last year. She wrapped it about her just enough to keep her skin from freezing without also being too hot. Ianna walked to the door and saw her gentleman caller. He was a beautiful man that could have picked anyone else to be with tonight and he chose her. The excitement on his face was just adorable to her. She peaked at the car he was driving. It was definitely top of the line. One of her uncles was one of the best mechanic in their area. He had taught a lot of things about cars, even how to do simple repair work in case she couldn’t afford a mechanic.

“Nice car. The V8 is supposed to be very strong. I never seen one up close until now.” She smiled and blushed a little. Ianna was a little nervous being this close to him again. Her heart thudded strongly against her ribs when he kissed her hand and her nipple hardened a bit. “Thank you, Markus. You look very dashing as well. My name is Ianna. Siren is just a stage name I have used in that club.” It was a useful tool to keep the creepers in there from trying to find her.”Next step is yours. Where to, pretty eyes?”

 

[DanFS]

As he let her hand go, her scent stayed with him, and it was hypnotic.
What was wrong with him? He never felt like this. She was supposed to be the one feeling like a giddy schoolgirl on a first date, not him!

His gaze rose from her hand to her neck and the enchanting silver necklace.
He tapped it gently with a finger and said:
"That's a lovely piece – it suits you. Must have cost a fortune! Is it part of a set?"

He was impressed she knew his Audi was a V8. Not many women would have known that. Her blush proved that she wasn't just a pretty face, with a body to match. There was intellect behind those eyes.
She became more appealing with every passing minute.

"Ianna. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He smiled. Indicating to his car, he invited her.
"Shall we?"

He walked her to the car and opened her door, allowing her to take the passenger seat. As she did so, her dress-skirt slid open, showing him just a hint of the luxurious lingerie & stockings she wore beneath.
His smile grew broader, as he made sure he didn't shut her dress in the door.

He walked around to the driver's side, got into the pale grey soft leather sports seat, and shut his door with a resounding 'clunk'.
As he hit the starter button, the V8 growled into life.
They pulled away smoothly and joined the traffic heading into town.

"I hope you like Italian food, Ianna. I hope this evening will be an enjoyable experience for us both."
He glanced sideways at her, taking in first, her smile, and sparkling eyes, then as his gaze dropped her slightly parted skirt and the stockinged legs just peeking out from behind it.
She had unknowingly picked one of his favourite 'fetishes'. Black stockings, on a great pair of legs.

"I'm glad you like my eyes. I think they are my best feature." He confesses, as he drives.
They then swapped small talk as they made their way to the Restaurant.

He pulled up outside 'Giorgio's', and opened his door, shut it, and smartly made his way around the car to open Ianna's door for her too.
He held his hand out to her, and was again treated to the sight of slightly more of her shapely legs, as she stepped up out of the car.

A valet appeared and took the keys from Markus as well as his subtly concealed $20, and parked the car, as they made their way inside.
As the passed into the small lobby, faint strains of violin music could be heard in the dining room beyond.
Suddenly a statuesque redhead appeared in front of him.

"Markus, Welcome!" She purred.
"Ahhh, Sophia. So good to see you!" He greeted her warmly reaching for her hand, and kissing it warmly. She reached up and stroked his cheek, tender as a Mother would.
Markus turned slightly, indicating Ianna.
"May I introduce Ianna? Ianna, this is Sophia, she owns this wonderful place."
Sophia held out her hand for Ianna to shake, and the two woman smiled at each other.
"Welcome Ianna, to Giorgio's. I hope you will enjoy every moment of your time with us.
A young man with jet black hair then walked over and stood at Markus' side.
"Markus – good to see you again!"
Markus turned to see Sophia's son, Alberto, greeting him.
"Alberto – good man, great to see you too. They hugged as men, who are close friends do.
"Alberto turned to Ianna and said. Welcome, Ianna. I am Alberto. Anything we can do for you, just let us know, OK?
He indicated Markus.
"This man (said with a slightly stronger Italian accent) taught me to pitch a curveball. Got me into my High School Baseball Team! He's a good man."

A woman on the far side of the Restaurant, was waving at him.

"Excuse me." He said, patting Markus affectionately on the shoulder.
"I see you both later, no? Duty calls. Mama will take care of you."

He then strode purposefully over to the woman, and stood listening for a moment, before nodding and placing a hand gently on her shoulder, in reassurance, disappeared through some double doors at the back of the room, into you, assume, the Kitchens.

Sophia smiled proudly, and said:
"Alberto, my Son. He wants to take over when his Papa retires next year. He does seem to thrive in this environment. He loves looking after people!"

She ushers you both to a table and en-route pauses to shake hands with some diners who are just leaving.

"My pleasure." She says to the couple, smiling.
She then takes your elbow, and leans in conspiratorially. "I know what he drinks, what about you? He has ordered a very good wine for the meal, but what would you like beforehand?"

Just then they are at the table, secluded, but with a window view over the lake.

Markus holds your seat out for you, whilst Sophia disappears to arrange the drinks.
As Markus sits, he holds out a menu.
"This place does remarkable food. I can recommend several dishes, but Emilio, the Father & Chef has told me if we want the 'Veal Scallope Speciale', he will fix it, even though it's not on the menu. I can heartily recommend that."

Markus winks mishieviously.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Ianna couldn’t enough of his smell, goose bumps popped up. The way he was looking at her told her that he was excited. It was very cute to see. She put a hand to her locket. “The set was split between me and my only other female cousins after our grandmother pass away a while back. She was a true romantic.”

Markus was very charming. “Thank you.” She kissed his cheek, still not brave enough to go for his lips. “Yes, let’s go. My neighbors are start getting nosey.” Her skirt slid open as she sat in the car and she was pretty sure he got an eyeful. I guess has earned that little peak. The revving of that engine was music to her ears. Like her grandfather, she loved cars. She relaxed notably once they too off.

“I love Italian. There aren’t too many Italian places nearby my home.” The ride was smooth and intriguing, especially when Ianna caught him looking at her legs. She could be a bit of a tease and glimpsed at his crotch for a bit until she let him catch her. Instead of acting embarrassed, Ianna licked her lips. “Oh I think that smile is a close runner up.” She smiled when she saw the restaurant. The aromas of the food were drifting outside and making it hard not to drool.

Ianna smiled and Markus helped her out of car so her dress wouldn’t get dirty. The redhead was a buxom one but her eyes were warm and giving. She shook the hand of the other woman. She couldn’t help but be impressed with the way Alberto was trying to give a good impression of Markus. These people cared about him, that much was obvious. “I can’t wait to bite into whatever smells so good back there.”

"Alberto, my Son. He wants to take over when his Papa retires next year. He does seem to thrive in this environment. He loves looking after people!"
“He seem very driven. Something he’ll need to be able handle this place.” The woman lit up at her praise for Alberto.

"I know what he drinks, what about you? He has ordered a very good wine for the meal, but what would you like beforehand?"

“Small glass of white wine would be nice.” She bounced off somewhere. Ianna sat in the seat, careful of her dress. “Thank you.” Markus looked mischievous and she liked it. “I will take your recommendation. I have only veal once before at a fundraiser for library I work at.”

 

[DanFS]

He was glad she liked Italian, otherwise tonight was a non-starter.
Her conversation with Sophia was cordial. She was obviously a woman with class as well as looks.

Markus had taken a sip of his wine, when Ianna spoke of her only other occasion when she ate veal, and the fact it was at a Library fundraiser.

"You're a Librarian?" He choked on his wine, then swallowed quickly.
His mind was whirling….a woman who worked with books, would love books, wonderful!

Another of his passions. there was nothing like the tactile pleasure of turning a page to have a whole new vista open up before you...

She was a vision – how could such a babe tolerate such a shy & retiring career choice – surely she'd be better in the limelight?
But then, he recalled, that was probably why she had done her stint on the stage at the Club, and wowed the audience!

Nevertheless, he was impressed.
People would always need knowledge, and books had been his passport to that, rather than traditional schooling.
Perhaps there was even more to her than meets the eye already?

He had recovered his composure enough to add to his previous outburst:
"Wow!"

She took his outburst well, it seemed.

The food arrived, and it was excellent. The white wine he had chosen complimented it well.
Alberto had stopped briefly at their table to make sure everything was as it should be.
He swapped jovial comments with Markus and grinned when it emerged that Ianna was a Librarian.

Alberto then left them alone to enjoy the rest of their meal but came back to clear their plates.
As he looked down and saw only the remnants of both meals, he smiled.
"Papa's Veal Speciale – still good, no?" he asked, looking more at Markus than Ianna, but then he deliberately turned to her and asked:
"I know he likes it…" He jabbed his thumb at Markus, playfully, before continuing.
"But Papa would value a Lady's comments. What should I tell him?"
It was obviously Emilio's signature dish, which he equally obviously didn't cook for just anybody.

Markus raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for her answer as well.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Ianna had to hide her small laugh behind her hand. “I have been a librarian for 6 years at that academy for military hopefuls. It’s an all boy school but the cadets are very polite.” It looked a little embarrassed from his reaction. “I love books. They were my escape for a time.” When he tried to recover she just smiled at him. Markus was adorable like this. She wondered if he knew he had the cutest blush. There was a strong aroma of something enticing coming their way and her stomach gurgled loudly in response. Now it was time for her to blush.

The food was superb, some of the best veal she ever had. “Alberto, questo è stato uno dei pasti che migliori avessi avuto mai. L'alimento ed il servizio erano primo tasso. Il vitello era squisito.” Italian had been something she picked up during her free time at the library. Sometimes when there no cadets in the library and all the books were shelved, she would work on learning something new. This one had taken her 8 months to get a grasp of the language. The looks that simple sentence got her was almost comical but she said nothing and did her best not laugh at him. She didn’t want him to think she was making of fun of him or something. Guys was weird like that.

She saw Alberto practically skip back to the kitchen. Such delightful people. “They’re delightful people, especially Sophia. She’s so animated and lively. I’m glad you brought me here.” Ianna placed her small hand over his on the table. “How about a dance? Promise not to step on your toes.” The music was an Italian instrumental that had a lovely melody. When he gave in and let her walk to the small area that was reserved for dancers. Ianna shivered when she felt his arm around her waist and those eyes. They moved together pretty well ad she could see Sophia with who had to be her husband watching them with smiles on their faces. Ianna finally recognized the melody and began to sing it to herself.

Translation:
Alberto, This has been one of the best meals I have ever had. The food and the service were first rate. The veal was delicious.

 

[DanFS]

Ianna surprised Markus again, by speaking to Alberto in Italian, which Markus only just understood, but also by placing her small hand over his upon the tabletop.
He loved that she was so tactile. It was a little touch, but made all the difference, as words are powerful, but only go so far.

She then reversed the traditional roles by asking him to dance!

A woman hadn't done that to him in a long, long time!

She made him smile by promising not to step on his toes, and he accepted her invitation with a smile, and rose to escort her to the Dance Floor.
As she had been so tactile, he did not hesitate to wrap his arm around her and looked down into her eyes, to make a connection on another level.

As they moved to the music she stepped closer to him and they moved as one.

Her sense of rhythm was fantastic, and although Markus wasn't the most gifted dancer, she made it easy for him to lead her with the steps of the dance.
They swirled across the floor, and as they looked across at Sophia & Emilio, smiling at them, Markus knew he had done the right thing bringing Ianna here.
He held her close, and swam in her subtle fragrance, and found himself gazing into her eyes, lost in the moment, with only her on his mind, and the beat of the music.

As the tune came to an end, Sophia & Emilio, as well as several other diners were applauding.
Even one of the violinists, bowed at them.

As they retook their seats, Alberto returned with the dessert menus.
Markus gestured to Ianna.
"'Berto, I chose the wine. I wish to allow the lady the honour of choosing the desserts, if she wishes."

He smiled and gazed into her brown eyes, like pools of honey.
He wished to see if she was as sweet at Home, as she was here….

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Ianna couldn’t help thinking that he had the cutest expression when he had been caught unaware. She felt very comfortable in his arms, something she hadn’t had in a long time. The melody of the music accompanied her heart thudding again her ribs. Being this close to him was very alluring and her body was reacting to him. Markus was a unique man but also a good one from what had seen. This family embraced him like one of their own. Something so rare.
She giggled as he twirled her around the dance floor. It had been so long since she had such a entertaining evening with someone. Ianna blushed once the music ended and she realized that they had an avid audience. She chuckled to herself, “Come on, Fred. Ginger needs to sit for a bit.” That got a chuckle from some of the onlookers.

The subject of dessert brightened her eyes up. “I do love chocolate granita.” Granita was similar to sorbet or Italian ice and could be made into different flavors. Chocolate had always been her favorite. “My mother used to bring me to this small Italian place near our home and she would buy me a treat if I got an A on a test or something. Granita was one of my favorites.” That was a little bit of her past. “The Italian I learned while the library was having slow days. I always loved the language. It has this melody to it that calls to you.”

Ianna’s cheeks heated. The way he looked at her was very telling, showing the lust barely pulled back. She felt it too, that need to touch him. The conversation was interrupted by Alberto with one medium sized of what could be used for a bowl style cup and two spoons. That playful little imp was trying to be helpful. “Have you tried this before?” Ianna dipped her spoon into the dessert and held it to his lips, a little half-smile on her face. There was an old tradition in Italy when it came to this particular dish. Ianna knew it because she was a bookworm but she was betting Markus didn’t.

As soon as he opened up for the bite and took it, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue taking a lick of the granita on his tongue. She took her time, making sure to get a good bit of it, enjoying his warm soft lips. Her breasts ached and she knew that her panties had to be damp because she was very turned on. The man knew how to kiss. Ianna pulled back to catch her breath and her composure. “Old Italian tradition.” The look on his face was hard to read but those eyes. Bright, beautiful and intense. “Come home with me.”

 

[DanFS]

Never tempt a hungry wolf Pt6

As they took their seats again, after the dance, Markus gave a low, throaty chuckle.
"After you. Ginger!" He quipped, as they made their way back to the table.

Markus was glad she enjoyed chocolate and in Granita it was refreshing and delicious too!
Too many women were paranoid about their figure to enjoy themselves when eating.
He'd have to find out what Ianna's keep-fit regime was, as she must do some regular exercise to keep as trim as she was.

When she fed him some on the spoon, and then leant in and kissed him, he was taken aback, but pleasantly so. He was unaware of the tradition, until she told him, but he let her kiss linger, and then returned it, with fervour.

When she asked him to go home with her, he knew he wanted it as much as she did.

He leant in and lightly grasping her cheeks in his hands, leant in and kissed her again - hard.
"Family Tradition!" He said, staring her in the eye.

He could feel his cock starting to harden, and she hadn't even touched him.
He usually had much more control of his emotions than this.
She had touched him to his very core, and he wasn't even sure how!

He tried to maintain a confident, nonchalant air, but he wanted her, God, he wanted her, and now….

They finished the Granita together, taking turns to feed each other the luxurious dessert, and once finished, he licked his lips, and noticing a drop of chocolate on the corner of her mouth, he reached across and scooped it onto his finger, before offering it to her to enjoy.

He looked across at Alberto, who was standing by the Bar talking to Sophia, and Alberto smiled as Markus raised his hand, and rubbed his fingers together in the widely known gesture for 'money'.

Alberto must have been taking note of the proceedings, as he walked over with the bill already prepared.

As he handed it to Markus, he smiled.
"Everything Satisfactory, Markus?" He asked with a light smile upon his face.
"Berto, that meal was fantastic, and the company divine." He looked across at Ianna, smiling.
The total was a little less than he expected, but then, he ate here often, so he guessed it all averaged out.
"Can you still drive us, please, 'Berto?" Markus asked.
"Of course, Markus. I'll just let Mama know that's where I've gone."
Before he left, Markus pressed $200 into his hand.
"Thank You, my Friend." He said in his usual deep timbre.
As Alberto had walked away, Markus spoke to Ianna.
"I guess you don't want him to know where you live. How about we go to my place?"
We can always get a cab to yours, if you prefer, from there, or just stay at mine.
See how we feel?"

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Ianna’s body never felt as alive as she did when she was with him. He excited her and she was pretty sure the feeling was mutual from what she could see. When he offered his finger with the bit of granite on it, Ianna wrapped her plump lips over the tip, her tongue lapping up the sweet treat. The taste of his skin made her hungry for more and it was evident in her eyes. They both looked at each other for a moment, the tension sizzling hot. She tried not to squirm in her seat as he paid the bill but her clit was aching for attention.

She gathered her things as he ventured back to her. “I would love to see your place.” Ianna deliberately did not say whether or not she planned to stay because that was still iffy for her. There were very few men that she trusted and even fewer that were lovers. But she wanted to trust him. Her wrap went about her shoulders as they left, his arm around her waist. Ianna was grateful to Emmie’s advice to get on birth control months ago. She had told her it was better to plan for what isn’t planned. Her friend two children from a man who didn’t give damn about the two darlings he had with her.

Ianna rather liked the heated seats of the car as she sat with Markus. At this range, his nearness had a obvious effect. She was determined not to let shyness overrun her needs. In many ways, Markus was still a mystery to her. Those eyes had her transfixed. The man was simply the most attractive she had ever seen but he didn’t need her to tell him that he was attractive. Ianna had no doubt had had plenty of women in his life, fawning over him. That wasn’t her style. She wanted to know the man. “You have said much about yourself. It’s obvious you have done well in life but I am sure carting women around that you found at a strip club isn’t your only interest.” She smiled. “Who are you, Markus?”

Her curiosity was as sincere as it could be. His money and fancy cars meant nothing to her. She wanted him and that was a fact but she also want to know who he was. Something told Ianna tonight would be a unique experience for her. “I am not asking for your whole history.” She reached up and touched his face so gently. “I don’t care if it’s something along the lines of how old you were when you lost your virginity. Just talk to me. I love your voice.” The last sentence was filled with pure lust. His voice sent tremors through her body every time he opened his mouth.

 

[DanFS]

Markus smiled again, as Ianna seemingly accepted his invitation back to his house.
Alberto returned and Markus nonchalantly tossed him his car keys, as Alberto's raised & open hand signalled he was ready to make the catch. After all, as a seasoned baseball player, it was a simple task!

He gently laid his arm about her waist as they left the Restaurant, Alberto leading holding the door open for them both.

The night air had taken on a chill, so Markus made Ianna comfortable and then walked around to climb into his own seat, turned on the heated seats, just a little, to keep them comfortable. He settled back into the soft supple leather, with her beside him, enjoying himself. He felt relaxed, and at ease, a rarity these days. As they started on their journey, the soft strains of Vivaldi's Four Seasons 'Spring' floated from the speakers all around them.

When Ianna asked him who he was, he paused, and answered:
"Why don't I show you who I am? My house speaks volumes about me and my character."
Her gentle caress on his face as she tried to get him to open up, momentarily shocked him. He reached up and grabbed her wrist, before relaxing and kissing her palm.
"I'll save the more intimate answers until we are alone, Ianna. Poor Alberto must be spared from blushes!" Markus stated in his trademark gravelly timbre.
He gently patted her leg in emphasis, before continuing with:
"I am a writer, and I love to read. I spend hours researching my characters, and reading the work of my peers. Yes I have done very well, thank you, writing under a nom de plume."

He paused as she looked across at him.
"I prefer anonymity, rather than to court celebrity with my success – I appreciate my privacy and the right to do as I please, with social & moral mores, of course."
There are plenty of attention seeking whores out there, trying to make a quick buck off the back of the working man or woman. I prefer to be paid by them, if they judge my labour to be worth paying for."

A sudden thought occurred to him.
"What do you prefer to drink, Ianna? I have some wines and a few liquers and spirits, but I would prefer you to feel at home at my place. Allow me to indulge you."

"Alberto – please stop at the Store on the next corner, so we can cater for this evening."
Alberto nodded silently in response and they all felt the car start to slow, and pull into the kerb.

Besides, Markus wanted to buy some Smirnoff Gold Vodka, which he liked, and had finished his last bottle only last week.
He also had an idea he thought he might try, if Ianna was game, and he needed some Maple syrup for it. He somehow thought she might find it fun.

As the car pulled up, Markus opened the door and got out, turning to offer his hand to Ianna.
"Do you want to come into the Store with me, or stay in the car - I'll only be a minute?" He asked her.