So, last weekend, I went out to this fancy restaurant with a friend who bailed at the last second. I thought, Why waste a good outfit? I was wearing this tight little black dress that hugged me in all the right places. The place was dimly lit, with candles and soft music—super romantic. Honestly, I didn't mind being alone.

I was scrolling on my phone, waiting for my food, when the waiter came over. He was tall, broad shoulders, with this messy dark hair that made him look like he walked straight out of a magazine. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Dining alone tonight?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep.

"Looks like it," I said, giving him a small smile. He tilted his head and said, “A beautiful woman like you? That's hard to believe."

I laughed, feeling my cheeks heat up. He introduced himself—Alex—and said he'd be taking care of me tonight. Oh, he took care of me, all right. Every time he came back to the table, he leaned just a little too close, his hand brushing my arm or my shoulder. When he poured my wine, he held eye contact, smirking as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

By the time dessert came, I was feeling bold. I looked up at him and said, "What's the best thing on the menu?" His grin widened. "It depends on your taste," he said. "But I think I can show you something better after hours."

I raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Oh, really? And what would that be?” He leaned in and whispered, "Stay after closing, and I'll show you."

I don't know why I said yes, but I did. After everyone left, he led me to a small private room in the back of the restaurant. It had a single table with candles still burning. "We don't use this room much," he said, closing the door behind us. "But I think it's perfect for what I have in mind."

He walked towards me slowly, his eyes locked on mine. Before I knew it, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close. "You've been driving me crazy all night," he said, his voice low and husky. I smiled and said, “Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

What happened next was nothing short of electrifying. He lifted me onto the table, his hands running up my thighs as he kissed me like he'd been waiting all night. The candles flickered, the room got warmer, and let's just say, we didn't leave that table for a while. By the time I walked out, my hair was a mess, my lipstick was smudged, and I couldn't stop smiling.

Guess I'll be making another reservation there soon. 😉