After a enjoying a languorous bubble-bath together, Vi and
Jimby were heading down to the restaurant. Vi, glamorous as ever in another
fifties-style dress, this one was in figure-hugging amethyst satin that skimmed
over her voluptuous curves. Her glossy hair was swept back at the sides and
fixed with a pair of vintage marcasite grips in the shape of butterflies. On
her feet were a pair of eye-wateringly high heels that still kept her a good
five inches below Jimbyās towering height of six foot two.
āLooking rather gorgeous, Miss Smith.ā His eyes roved over
her, his pupils darkening. āI could very easily be tempted to take you back to
the room and have you for dinner.ā
Her heart soared; she loved that he appreciated her curves,
that she could be herself and not have to deprive herself of sweet treats or
watch her figure. āYou donāt scrub up so badly yourself.ā She stood before
Jimby who was looking handsome, his usually unruly curls momentarily tamed, his
jeans swapped for a pair of smart dark blue chinos and a newly purchased finely
woven tweed jacket. āBut my stomachās rumbling after that walk, and it would be
rude to cancel our reservation this late in the day.ā
āSpoilsport.ā He grinned. āIāll catch up with you later.ā
āPromises, promises.ā With a lopsided smile, she took his
hand and led the way along the corridor, passing the lift. āI think weāll take
the stairs,ā she said, making him laugh.
The restaurant was as tastefully decorated as the rest of
the hotel, with hand-printed wallpaper in shades of pale yellow and off-white
lining the walls above mellow oak panelling. The level of lighting from
burnished brass wall lights was set to create an ambient atmosphere, and gentle
music blended with the discrete hum of conversation. To add to the mix,
mouth-watering aromas of food permeated the air.
They were seated at a table overlooking the garden ā Jimby
had asked for a window view when heād made the original reservation. āMmm.
Everything sounds so delicious,ā said Vi. They were perusing the extensive menu
that had a heavy emphasis on seafood. āI think Iām going to have to go for the
hot smoked salmon starter ā it sounds so yummy ā followed by the monkfish
wrapped in Parma ham.ā
āHmm, it does sound good, Iām finding it hard to choose, but
I think Iām going to have the crayfish cocktail starter, then itās got to be
lobster thermidor for me.ā
The starters were every bit as good as expected and the
couple were soon tucking into their main courses. āMmm, this is scrummy.
Youāve
got to have a taste, Jimby.ā Vi pushed a chunk of monkfish onto her fork,
followed by a small amount of crushed potato dipped in the roasted red-pepper
sauce, and offered it to him.
āMmm.ā He nodded, his eyes betraying his feelings. He
finished his mouthful and spoke, āOh, man, thatās seriously good. That sauce ā¦ā
āI know.ā Vi giggled.
āHere, try some of this lobster.ā He reciprocated Viās
gesture, which was received in much the same way as the monkfish.
āWell, Iād heard good things about this place, but itās
outdone every single one of my expectations.ā Jimby took a sip of his crisp
white wine.
āMe, too. Thank you for bringing me here, Jimby. I feel very
spoilt.ā
āYouāre welcome. Itās nice to have some time just the two of
us.ā
His smile set his brown eyes twinkling.
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