“Drew,” she hums my name as she pushes me away slightly. My dick is at attention, tenting the towel that is tied around my waist.
“Yes, babe?” I ask.
“If you don’t stop kissing me right now, we’re never going to make it to dinner on time. You need to get dressed,” she instructs, switching modes to being in charge.
“Yes, ma’am,” I mock salute her as I step back and head to my suitcase, pulling out the slacks and button-down shirt I packed just for this night.
A half an hour later, we find ourselves dressed and ready to make our way to the restaurant, which just so happens to be located in our hotel.
We enter the elevator and I press the button for the top floor, waiting for Megan’s reaction to where we’re having dinner tonight.
“Drew, are we really eating up on the top?” she asks, the awe in her voice obvious.
“We are,” I confirm as the doors slide open and reveal the hostess stand in a very elegant entrance to the restaurant.
“But how? I read that this place fills up like six months in advance, and we didn’t finalize our plans to come until three months ago.”
“I made a few calls,” I tell her. “Don’t worry so much about the how, just enjoy the night.”
“Okay, thank you,” she says as we step up to the hostess stand. I give them my name and the hostess enters it into the tablet.
“Dr. Montgomery, I’ve got a reservation for two. Looks like we’ve got you down for a private table with a view, is that correct?”
“That’s correct,” I confirm to the hostess.
“Perfect, right this way, please,” she says, leading the way to our table. As soon as we come around a corner, the wall of windows comes into view and it about takes my breath away. I hear the audible gasp fall from Megan as she is stunned as well by the views we have. The Eiffel Tower is practically right in front of us. So large, I feel like I could reach out and touch it. “Your table,” the hostess states as we stop. They’ve already removed the second seat, allowing Megan to roll right up to it comfortably. “Your servers will be right with you, enjoy your evening,” she says before disappearing. Only a few seconds go by before a server appears. She removes the cloth napkins from the place settings in front of us and lays them across our laps.
“Good evening and welcome,” she greets us, going on to tell us her name, as well as the specials for tonight. We order an appetizer that she suggests, along with a bottle of wine that the sommelier has chosen to pair with the dish.
“What do you think so far?” I ask Megan once we’re alone.
“It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of. You’re spoiling me too much on this trip.”
“It’s all worth it. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says as I lean over and kiss her gently.
So that we both have views out the window, we’re seated next to each other at ninety-degrees, rather than across from each other, so I don’t have to lean too far.
“I still can’t believe this is my life,” she says when I break the kiss.
“Believe it, babe. We can come back whenever you want.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she replies, just as our server returns with the bottle of wine. She pours two small samples for us to taste before pouring us both full servings.
“That is delicious,” Megan compliments after tasting the wine.
“It is,” I agree. “We might have to send a bottle back to my grandmother. See if she likes it or wants to stick to her tried and true favorite.”
“I’m sure she’d enjoy that,” Megan says.
We fall into conversation about everything we’ve already packed into our short week, and what else we have to still accomplish. Megan didn’t want to leave her department scrambling for too long to cover her shifts, so we only came for nine days total. We spent the first few days in London, sightseeing around before the wedding festivities started, and now we’re ending the trip in Paris for a few days.
“Can I tempt you into some dessert?” our server asks. “Maybe some crème brûlée with coffee?” she offers. I look at Megan and wait for her reply.
“Do you want to share some? I don’t think I can eat one by myself,” she says.
“We’ll take one crème brûlée to share,” I confirm with our server.
“Right away, anything else I can bring with me?”
“I think we’re good, thank you.” She turns quickly to go get our dessert order. I’d considered having the restaurant place the ring in the dessert, but then shot that down, not wanting to risk the chance of it getting lost, or worse, stolen. The ring I’m proposing with is a family ring, passed down through multiple generations, or at least, the diamond is. I took it in to my jeweler and had it reset to something a little more modern. And, making sure that it was secure in the setting, as the previous one had cracked years ago when my mother had to quit wearing it.
So instead, I plan to propose once we’re done eating and outside, with the tower as a backdrop. That also made hiring the photographer easier to do, and keep her somewhat hidden.
“This is amazing,” Megan moans around a spoonful of dessert, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“I’m glad you like it,” I tell her as I take my own taste, and she isn’t lying. It is divine. “It’s sweet, just like you,” I tell her as I set my spoon down, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“Such a charmer,” she teases me.
“Only you. You’re the only one that can bring out my charming side.”
“And I’m perfectly okay with that,” she says. “Hey, did Tyler ever get back to you on if he’s going to be here later this week and able to have lunch or dinner with us?” she asks, changing the subject.
“He did and he thinks he’ll be here on Saturday, so as long as he isn’t delayed for any reason, we’ll be able to see him that morning for brunch before we have to head to the airport ourselves.” How ironic is it that we’ll be seeing my brother while on vacation halfway around the world?
“Oh good, I was hoping that it would work out.”
“Yeah, I think he made some changes to his travel plans to make it work. It will be good to see him, even if it is only for a short amount of time, and while we’re in Paris.”
“Do you know if he plans to come back home anytime soon?”
“Hopefully. I’d like to spend some time with him, if possible, but he’s so busy, as you well know.”
“That he is. I wonder if he’ll ever find something to keep him busy, but at home,” she says.
“I doubt it, he’s such a great public speaker, and sought after. Add in the travel opportunities he’s tacked into his already packed schedule, and I don’t see him stopping anytime soon. He thrives on the excitement of going from one place to the next.”
“It sure is an exciting way for him to live while he’s young enough to enjoy the time on constant go.”
“Are you finished?” I ask, noticing that we polished off the entire container while discussing my brother.
“I am, and so full. It’s a good thing I’m already in this chair or else you might have to carry me out, I’m so stuffed,” she jokes.