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Relaxing Romantic Evening...
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The memory of the evening before was still fresh on Vincent's
mind
The previous week had been much more stressful than usual
at the office. He needed an end-of-the-month report from one of his
managers that had not yet been completed and the president of the
company was pressuring him to get it done. Then, to top it off, the
alternator on his Corvette shorted out and had to be replaced. It
wouldn't have been so bad but it happened on the day the reports were due
and he ended up late for the meeting. Mr. Diamond seemed to understand
but Vincent had built a solid reputation in the company of always being
organized and well prepared for such things.
Even though it was something that could happen to anyone,
he couldn't shake the tension that had built up over the course of the
last several days. He was usually more hard on himself than others
but that was Vincent's nature. It was also the reason why he was
so successful.
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Kira had a wonderful sensitivity to those rare times in his
everyday life when things just didn't seem to be working as well as usual.
She instinctively knew when those moments of tension caused him to feel
a little down on himself. In fact, one of the reasons why Vincent
had done so well in his rise to management had much to do with the uncanny
ability she had to immediately know when he was experiencing some bad moments.
She always found a way to lift his spirits and he freely gave her the credit
for having made the difference so many times. When other men boasted
about how self-made they were, Vincent DeAngelo was the first to proclaim
that a sweet little blonde was the best business partner a guy could ever
have. She was as proud of his successes as she was of her own and
that's one of the many reasons why they were so good together; especially
when it came to romance.
He had driven home in a rented vehicle. Without
having to explain how terrible his day had gone, she sensed immediatley
that he had just come home from one of "those days."
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Kira told him to sit down on the sofa. In fact, she
ordered him to do it.
"Vincent, you sit down on that sofa and don't you dare
move or I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."
Then she kissed him sweetly and gave him that look that
always said, "Baby, I love you so please be a good boy and let me take
care of you for a little while."
As always, he complied. Experience had
taught him that he was wise to do
so.
She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few moments
later with a glass of wine. Cabernet Souvignon had a way of relaxing
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As he enjoyed the quiet peace of his living room, she slipped
into the bathroom and ran the water into the tub. Testing the water
as it filled, she made sure that it was just the way he liked it.
She never questioned his preference for hot baths. It really didn't
matter. It's the way that he liked it and that's all that mattered.
When the tub was ready she grabbed his tired hands and feigned
lifting him off of the sofa. Leading him to the tub by the hand made
him feel very loved and cared for.
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Refusing to take no for an answer, she undressed him and, as she
did, told him a joke she had just heard from a friend. It was a little
risque' but, between the two of them, it was a nice moment to relax and
enjoy a laugh together. He needed it and she knew it.
As Vincent lowered himself into the hot tub, he felt every
nerve in his body begin to relax. The stresses of the past week began
to melt away. It felt good to be babied a little.
Kira refreshed his wine glass and then began to massage
his back and neck.
"Oh, yeah. Thank you, Baby. That really feels
good," he whispered as she worked her fingers along the upper part of his
spine.
After soaking for several minutes, he stood as she
patted him with a bath towel until he was dry. Then she held up his
robe so that he could slip his arms into it.
"What's for dinner?" he asked.
She smiled sweetly and responded with, "Not what,
but where?"
Kira led Vincent to their bedroom where the freshly
cleaned sheets were pulled back and the remote control was laying on one
of the pillows. She motioned for him to lay down and then positioned
the pillows to support his back
A few minutes later, dinner was served on a tray.
"Sweet lady, this is wonderful. If there is
anything I needed tonight, it's a quiet evening at home with you.
I love you, Baby."
She kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Oh, you've done this very same thing for me so
many times before. It was simply your turn."
An hour later Vincent slowly slipped slipped
into a deep sleep. As Kira clicked the television off, she smiled
at the soft snoring sound coming from the man she loved more than anyone
else.
She had just made love to him.
He knew that, too.
Sometimes romance means waiting until the next night.
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