Surprises part 9 -- Obsessive Endeavors from The Chair

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Date Posted: 23:55:50 07/15/02 Mon
Author: SirensSong
Subject: Surprises part 9
In reply to: SirensSong 's message, "Surprises" on 21:21:03 06/02/02 Sun

He slowly pulls away, gazing at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, and slips an arm around your waist. As he leads you to the table, you look up at him.

"So... how DID you figure out what size dress to send?" you ask, asking the question that has been in the back of your mind ever since the box arrived. Kenneth smirks, raising one elegant eyebrow.

"I have my ways," is his answer. You laugh.

"I'm sure you do," you comment with a smirk of your own. The two of you reach the table and he pulls out your chair for you. 'Ever the gentleman,' you think with a smile. As you sit, he goes around the table and seats himself.

"Wine?" he asks. You nod your assent, and he pours you a glass, then one for himself. Kenneth raises his glass. "To a very... surprising evening." You raise an eyebrow of your own.

"Surprising? It hasn't even started yet."

"Oh, this evening will be very, VERY surprising," he replies. You tilt your head, and raise your glass.

"To a surprising evening," you say. Taking a sip of wine, you never take your eyes off him. He's gotten your curiosity piqued at this point. 'Surprising, huh?' The meal continues, as an exotic dish (that you once again cannot place) is set before you. You study your dinner companion thoughtfully. The "mood" lighting makes his blue eyes stand out even more, and they are locked firmly on you. You take a sip of wine and smile.

"In a few days there is going to be a gallery opening," Kenneth says. You blink. "It's really going to be quite an interesting affair. Would you care to accompany me?"

"I... think I could be talked into it," you answer, smirking across the table at him. "Who's the artist?"

"This is the most interesting part. You." You're in the middle of taking another sip of wine and nearly spray it across the table. Setting down your glass before you drop it, you sit back.

"You're not serious."

"I'm always serious," he tells you. "Your art will be seen by the world." Hearing him put it that way stuns you. You can't help but laugh at it all. You never thought that any of this would happen. And you think Kenneth is generally amused at your reaction to the news. 'Think? I KNOW he is. The smirk on his face gives it away.'

"Thank you," you say. It's all you CAN say. You're practically speechless.

"You're welcome, of course."

"How did you do it?"

"I told you, I have my ways. And I am not without connections."

"I bet," you comment. 'Duh! He's Kenneth Irons, multi-billionaire and then some.'

"You will be able to gather your paintings for it?" he asks. You nod.

"Of course. They're all in my studio."

"Good. I'll have Ian deliver appropriate frames tomorrow." You smile, and shake your head.

"Mr. Irons - Kenneth," you amend, before he can correct you, "you never cease to amaze me."

The two of you finish eating, and your plates are taken away. A silver platter is brought to the table. You glance at what it carries. Chocolate covered strawberries. Kenneth gets to his feet and comes around the table and leans against it.

"May I?" he asks, indicating the platter. Without waiting for an answer, he picks up a strawberry and holds it to your lips. 'The pounding of my heart is caused by the news about the gallery, that's all.' At least, that's what you're telling yourself. 'Oh, who am I kidding?' You lean forward and gently nibble at the fruit, until your lips brush his fingertips. Setting the stem aside, he licks his fingers. You get to your feet, reaching for a strawberry as you do so. You raise it to his lips. He smirks, before nibbling at the fruit. His lips brush your fingers, and you have to seriously think about breathing. 'Inhale, exhale...' You drop the stem onto the platter, and lick your fingers.

"Strawberries. My favorite," you murmur. You choose another strawberry, and carefully take a bite. Holding the rest of the berry up, you wait for him to finish it. Kenneth does, then removes the stem from your hand. He leans down and kisses you. You taste chocolate.

"I know," he replies. You laugh.

"You were right. The evening had been VERY surprising." Kenneth smirks.

"As I said it would be."

"I didn't doubt you."

"Good." You take a few steps away, before turning back to him. "I was wondering..." you begin. Kenneth crosses the space between the two of you. He stands just behind you.
"Well?" he asks. You look up at him.

"I was wondering if you'd sit for me. I... want to paint you." Kenneth walks around you, until he is directly in front of you. He spreads his arms wide.

"I am a willing subject," he answers, as though he were speaking of being a queen's subject. You know there's no way that man would be ruled. A ruler, maybe, but not ruled.

"Good." You rise up on tiptoe and kiss him. "I should be going."

"There IS one requirement for my allowing you to cross that threshold," he says, gesturing to the doorway.

"Well?"

"Your return here, tomorrow. To discuss the gallery, of course."

"Of course," you echo with a smile. "Maybe," is your answer.

"Maybe." You can't tell if he's irritated by your daring to defy him, or amused. Somehow you think it's the latter of the two.

"Maybe," you confirm, sauntering toward the door. Kenneth catches your hand, pulling you back toward him. He kisses you passionately. "Talk to you tomorrow," you smirk, emphasizing the word 'talk'.

"You can depend upon it," he responds. You stroll out of the room, trying to hide a grin. If you had glanced back, you would have seen him watching you thoughtfully. But you don't. Instead you continue walking, finding your way through the maze of halls.

Somehow Ian meets you at the main door. How he got there before you, you have no idea. You simply gesture for him to take the lead.

"Lead on, Macduff." He drives you back to your apartment in silence. As you leave the limo, you turn back. "Thank you." He looks up at you sharply. You smile, before turning and going inside...

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Ain't that just sweet? (wonderful) (NT) -- Jenileigh, 00:12:56 07/16/02 Tue
Re: Surprises part 9 -- miculawitch, 13:22:12 07/16/02 Tue