Page 210 of Wicked Fantasies

“Not vanilla.” He clarified his demand. “I cannot abide vanilla.”

“No vanilla then.” And she felt somewhat relieved when he pulled her closer to him and started to walk back out of the waves that were crashing around his strong thighs.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand again. “Let’s get some lunch. I know a little place that makes corn dogs to die for.”

“What?” she exclaimed, “Corn dogs over caviar? Are you feeling well?”

“Very funny,” he said. “And I’m not forgetting that you owe me an ice cream either.”

The tiny diner was nearly empty when they arrived despite the fact it was the lunch hour. No doubt the weather had encouraged most folks to eat in the hotel restaurants rather than dash through the streets in such a downpour. Grabbing a booth near the back, the two of them ordered a veritable feast of junk food, while Meg apologized profusely to the waitress for the puddles of water forming on the floor beneath them.

At the end of their meal, Meg ordered Rob a triple scoop ice cream cone—all chocolate—and helped him devour it.

When the waitress returned with the bill, Meg snatched it out of Rob’s hands.

“Meg,” Rob started, but Meg merely held up her hand.

“I don’t break a promise,” she said. “I owe you an ice cream.”

“But not a whole lunch. Why don’t we split the bill?”

“Nope, this one is on me. I’m not destitute, Rob. Besides, I feel bad taking advantage of your company’s generosity. I’m used to paying my own way, so let me do it.”

“Fine.” Rob threw up his hands. “Have it your way. Thanks for lunch.”

She smiled at his concession as the waitress returned to take her money.

“What’s next?” she asked.

“Wanna go to the movies? There’s a theater at the end of the block. It’s probably just about time for the matinees to start showing.”

“That sounds like fun,” she agreed. “I wonder what’s playing.”

“Unfortunately this weekend, it’s bound to be a romantic comedy.” He failed to mask his obvious distaste at the thought.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m a horror man myself.”

“Eww.” She crinkled her nose. “All that blood and guts stuff gives me nightmares. Give me a good old fashioned love story any day.”

“Well, come on, Margaret, odds are good that the theater will be catering to you and your mother’s tastes this weekend in honor of Valentine’s Day.”

Three hours later, Rob and Meg returned to the hotel arguing about the plot of the movie. “That kind of stuff never happens,” Rob insisted.

“Bullshit,” Meg replied. “Of course it does.”

“Meg. There is no such thing as love at first sight.”

“Well I believe there is.”

“What you think is love is actually lust.” He pulled her closer to him.

“What?”

“Lust at first sight makes more sense. Two people see each other and feel a mutual attraction.”

“Like us?” She nipped at his chin with a small love bite.

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