His boldness had met the challenge.
She'd only used his name...but it had worked...she noted that.
Comfortable with the thought and knowledge of his eloquent intelligence, she knew that he was someone she would savour...and there was absolutely no way she would rush now.
She wanted him.
He knew .
But she would make him wait...
She would make her own body wait.
His mind however, well, she wanted that now!
'Off the radar Martin?' she mused, smiling with her words, 'whatever could you mean?'
He looked, enquiringly and tentatively. His eyes slightly flickered as she perceived the sharp jab of disappointment; perhaps the anticipation of disdain...he really did not know her. She was a rather sensitive soul.
She could not bear any ill feeling and settled back, relaxed and waiting for more of him.
'It's just that I rather would like to listen to you more...and talk more...and then listen again. I feel very comfortable with you. No rush...really.' Hoping he would understand, she fell silent...a sinking feeling that perhaps she had been too forward, too confident; so many just never managed her and she anticipated the feeling of disappointment.
Surprisingly, he leaned forward...taking her hand, 'Sorry, I do not want to offend...but you are, we have,...' he smiled sheepishly then, looked at the floor.
'Martin,' she said. He just looked; waited...'I believe you need to eat before you return?'
Still, he waited.
'So, let's have dinner, now! Take me to dinner! I am absolutely starving! It's along way back to the sea...'