Dessert first please.

The corner table was partially in the dark, the idea was to create a sense of privacy and importance. The moment they slid into booth her hand settled on his thigh. Quite the change of pace for him he mused when he glanced down. The glint in her eyes indicated this evening would be exhilarating.

As the wine was being poured her hand moved up and down his leg, squeezing his thigh then traveling higher each time. He didn't falter when he thanked the waiter and informed him they would be waiting to order dinner. He debated briefly telling the waiter that dessert was going to come first tonight.