Smoky black eyes met his rich brown ones over the dinner table. One eyebrow arched upward in inquiry. She coquettishly smiled in response. Desire rose in his chest and he scanned the table. The rabble were immersed in their soup.
Nobody looked at him as he rose and inclined his head towards the restroom door. She nodded and giggled.
Thirty seconds later, they were reaching for each other’s clothes. He turned on the light to see her face. With a look of disgust she pushed him aside.
Why? He asked.
Adjusting her blouse, she tossed back, I hate lace curtains.
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 42
Also linking this to Day 12 of the Ultra Blog Challenge