She kicked my leg under the table, smiled at Frenchy, and pulled a small, thin, rectangular box from her purse, casually laying it on the table. They exchanged a knowing nod between them. He smiled and left.
"Why are we at a table for four?" I asked apprehensively.
"I have a surprise, and I suggest that you be on your best behavior tonight." She tapped the box. "I'll not warn you again."
I leaned over the table. Oh yeah, it shifted again and I stared directly into her eyes. "Warn me about what?"
She comfortably leaned back in her seat. "Your condescending tone."
"My condescending tone?" I repeated.
"Good evening," the server announced approaching the table. "May I start you off with something to drink? Perhaps a house wine?" he offered.
"Yes, I'll have a bottle of 1978 Romanee Conti."
If he knew anything about wine, I knew that asking for this 1500.00-dollar bottle of wine would shut him up. If he didn't, he would surely have taken extra time finding out what I was asking for. Just as I suspected, the lost look on his face told me, he didn't have a clue.
"Go find me someone who knows what I'm asking for." I chuckled as I waved him off. Emma would soon find out that I was not out of my league in this little game she was playing.
"I warned you about your attitude." She shook her head in a disappointing way, picking up the little box and resting her finger on a small button. She looked at me. "Do try to contain yourself," she said as she pressed the button and the object nestled securely inside me, jumped to life.
At first, the jolt started me. I jerked, knocking over the pristine water glass soaking the linen tablecloth and drowning the rosemary baked bread housed in its custom basket. The small quake inside me rallied all my desires and I felt my juices escape. I wanted nothing more than to reach my hand down my own pants and relieve the intense pressure consuming my groin. I leaned back onto the chair with a satisfied smile on my face. I loved feeling horney with Marie. There was something about sexual cravings physically building and gnawing at me that enhanced the out of body experience I shared with her, but this wasn't Marie. It was my therapist playing a sadistically cruel sexual game. Panic set in when I realized that we hadn't even ordered our meals yet. I was at her mercy.
She smiled then tapped the button and the bullet went still.
"Know that you got your one and only warning about what was to come. Next time..." She raised a brow. "...I expect you to control yourself better than you just did."