deliberating something remotely like what I have been? It does bother me, a lot. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't. I had the words and action perfectly scripted out in my mind, as I had been rehearsing it for most of the early evening. So I have to redirect my train of thought slightly and alter my original plan. Brushing my hands down, over my thighs and knees; I observe my betrothed, inspect every part of me that I touch.
“Thank you Stefano. I am glad you approve of my choice in dress and look. As I said before, you know I always like to please you.”
“You appear surprised at my observation darling, don't! You look simply devine. Like a fine champagne, I appreciate and like what I see in front of me. I hope that tonight I get to taste such a fine-looking delicatezza.”
Stefano is seated with his back straight against the sofa, his legs crossed and leaning an elbow on the arm rest, he lightly strokes his bottom lip with his fingers. I don't know if he sees how discombobulated I have become with his words, actions and body language, but I find myself sitting up rigid and start to feel totally ill at ease. Damn this man. This is not how I was expecting this evening to go. I had not seen it planned out in my mind like this. Maybe the best thing to do, is to play along with what ever game he is playing, if this is a game at all. These days I cannot tell what he is thinking or what he is going to do next and so I just hope that all of the extra unwelcome stress he has been getting, isn't sending him over the edge. I have witnessed one such occasion several years back, in our lab in Italy; a nervous relatively new employee, spoilt a specimen...just one measly specimen. Stefano blew his top, throwing and smashing the other remaining few specimens, demanding that they all be done again. The poor giovane stood stock still through fear as he stormed past her. I looked on sympathetically, but turned on my heel as soon as Stefano called me.
Not wanting a repeat of seeing his fury again if that is the case, I decide to play along to pacify what needs I think he has.
Forcing myself to relax a little more into the seat I then also cross my legs, which shows off my long slender skin to great effect. I observe Stefano licking his lips. At the same time Christian returns with a bottle of Dom Perignon 2003, in a solid silver wine cooler and proceeds to pour the ice cold bubbles into each flute. Stefano never once takes his off me and I sense he is imagining what could be happening later. I on the other hand, am starting to see a very different vision in my mind as to how the night or morning will finish off. I do applaud myself on the fact that I am quick thinking and generally manage to get out of difficult or sticky situations. I have done it often enough when Stefano has had far too much to drink at social events and becomes obnoxious in his behaviour. We have a reputation to uphold and in the past he has been very close to ruining that and what we have built up.
There is a fine line between having the respect of those around you and losing everything I have fought tooth and nail for. It is certainly the case in this situation anyway. Therefore, at this precise moment I know which one I am swaying towards. I would say that I have more or less convinced and talked myself into what is the correct decision make.
To do this however, I am going to have to take some calculated risks, but I can also see that in the long scheme of things, they will be risks worth taking should it all pay off.
Marc
As much as I enjoyed meeting Isabel's friend Erin, I am sure glad that it is now just the two of us again, as I drive us back to the hotel.
“Your friend is a bit...is wacky the word I'm looking for?” I briefly turn to see Isabel. Even though she is looking out of the passenger window, I can tell that she has a huge grin on her face. The
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