Pretty Virgin Rhodes (STRICTLY MATURE)

23. Dine, Wet and Feelings

"What are you thinking, butterfly?" he finally broke the silence, his voice smooth and comforting as he glanced over at me.

I swallowed nervously, trying to find the right words. "Umm... I'm just..."

He interrupted me with a gentle smile. "Butterfly," he said it with such tenderness that it sent a flutter through my chest, "Tonight will be worth it."

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling inside me.

"You don't have to worry about a thing," he said, his smile lighting up his face, "Tonight, it's just you and me. And I promise, you'll love dining with me by the beach."

His confidence was contagious, and despite my lingering doubts, I found myself nodding in agreement. 

As we made our way to our destination, a sense of wonder and enchantment filled me, impossible to conceal. The beauty of our surroundings stirred something deep within me, a longing to hold onto this moment forever. Upon reaching our destination, my smile spoke volumes, a reflection of the sheer magnificence before me.

Stepping onto the soft sand, the night air greeted me with a gentle embrace, sending shivers down my spine. Torch flames flickered, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow that danced at my feet, beckoning me forward into the unknown.

Approaching the table, adorned with billowing fabric and bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a feeling of anticipation welled up inside me, like a tide rising to meet the shore. The soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore washed over me, enveloping me in a sense of peace that set the stage for the evening ahead.

"What do you think about it, butterfly?" His voice, a melody that resonated deep within me, sent my heart aflutter. His gaze bore into mine, igniting a spark of excitement that I couldn't ignore.

"I...I love it, Amir," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the gentle murmur of the ocean.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pulled out a chair for me to sit, his eyes never leaving mine. Sitting across from him, I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts lay behind those mesmerizing eyes. 

"Glad you do," he responded with a reassuring smile.

"Amir," I began, a hint of hesitation in my voice, "I don't want to ruin this night, but I can't help but think—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he interjected, his tone firm yet gentle. "Tonight is about you, and whatever you were planning on saying that would ruin the mood, don't."

I nodded, understanding his sentiment. Just then, a blond woman approached our table, a small notepad in hand. She exuded an effortless charm, her smile radiant as she addressed us.

"Hello, what a lovely couple," she remarked. "If you don't mind me asking, how is your night going so far?"

Mr. Bezos glanced at me before responding to her. "Going well, thank you."

"That's wonderful to hear," she replied warmly. "Here are the menus for tonight's offerings. I'll be back in 5 once you've made up your minds."

With a polite nod, she departed, leaving us to peruse the menu in peace. As I glanced over the options, trying to steady my racing heart, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through me. Mr. Bezos's gaze never wavered from me, his eyes full of warmth and understanding.

"What are you ordering, my butterfly?" he inquired, his voice soft yet filled with curiosity.

My heart pounded in my chest as I considered my options. "I'm not really a fan of seafood, so... I think I'll go with the umm..." I scanned the menu quickly, my eyes darting over the descriptions. "Grilled fish tacos," I finally decided, describing the dish as freshly caught fish grilled and served in soft tortillas with cabbage slaw, avocado, and a tangy sauce.