"You're interested?"

Delilah smiled, "I'm very interested, Donovan. Trust me though. I've no idea what I'm doing."

Donovan chuckled, "I've just been winging it mostly. You're not alone on that. Besides, it's not you who needs to know what they're doing. Remember, I'm your dominant."

Delilah blushed as the server brought their food around just as Donovan said those last words. Her laughter could not be contained.

"Your smile is intoxicating," he said, "I'd spend hours looking at you just to see you smile."

"You're quite the flirt."

"It's in my job description, but I'm being serious and it's not what I usually do," Donovan admitted, "Sometimes I give women what they're craving and that is attention, but for the most part in my experience, they just want someone to fulfill their sexual desires."

"I don't even know my desires really.." Delilah said, "Maybe just to..never mind."

"To come?"

"Well, yes.."Delilah whispered, now averting his gaze.

"And what else do you crave, Delilah?"

"Do you want my truth?"

"Yes."

"I just want to be held."

Delilah found his stare to be sincere, maybe she sounded pathetic to him, but she didn't care. For some reason, Donovan was finding a way through to her soul.

"That can be arranged."

"Just being held?"

"Just being held."

"What about kissing? Is that too personal?"

"Well.." Donovan grinned, "I think if I'm supposed to go inside of other places that kissing could be arranged."

Delilah's eyes widened, "Oh, Lord...you are a bad boy, Donovan."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

When the two finished dinner, Donovan took her home and walked Delilah to her door.

"Thank you," she said, "Would you like to come in for a drink? No strings."

Donovan thought about how badly he wanted to—he wanted to find his own happiness, but would this be appropriate?

Delilah's hope seemed to falter when he took too long to answer, but before she could once again apologize, Donovan nodded.

"I'd love to."

The two spent the rest of the evening discussing their histories and growing up in Boston and Salem. How Donovan had been a major contractor in different companies and how her brother, Dean, was a civil engineer and contractor.

"Maybe you know him?"

"I don't recognize the name," Donovan said, "But I don't use my name—I use my auntmaiden name, Lucci, for my business ventures."

"Oh, you're Italian, too?"

"I am.." Donovan said, his blue eyes twinkling as they sat at the counter of Delilah's kitchen, "I have traveled to Italy and Greece, Dubai.."

"I hear you have quite the fortune," Delilah said, taking a small sip of her beer and making a face, "I usually drink fruity stuff or margaritas."

"Got a blender?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's make some margaritas!"

Delilah turned on the soft jazz she'd wanted to turn on earlier—much to Donovan's liking—and the two made margaritas, talking about their first time getting drunk.

"I was 21."

"21? As in the legal age limit?" Donovan smiled, "You are saintly."

"I like to follow the rules, but I felt like when I did that, people took my voice from me," she admitted, "They trampled on that aspect of who I am. I like to live and have fun, but I'm a homebody and you have houses in Dubai!"

Donovan tasted the first margarita, "Needs salt. Delilah, living is what you make of it—not what others tell you to make of it. What's your favorite thing to do?"

"Hang out with my kids," she admitted, "But I am a sucker for Bingo and taking pictures, especially of nature."

"And that makes you happy?"

"Of course!" Delilah's lips puckered when she tried the booze, "Less tequila.."

Donovan laughed, heartily.

"Then you are living, my dear," he said, spreading salt on the rims of their glasses, "To...nature!"

"To Bingo!"

"To Dubai!"

"To Salem!"

"To Boston!"

"To life!"

"Cheers.."

"Cheers.."

They lingered a bit longer in the kitchen before retiring with their drinks in the living room.

"I've asked my brother to keep the kids for the night. They were a little curious as to what I am up to, but Dean has taken care of their curiosity."

"Oh?"

"He let them have ice cream and is gaming all night. What's more fun than that?" Delilah laughed as her body began to heat up with the swirling of alcohol.

"Oh, you shouldn't drink and drive!" Delilah gasped, "Donovan!"

Donovan held up a hand, "I'm calling a cab..if that's alright for me to leave my car?"

"Oh.." Delilah yawned, "Of course...how very mature of you. I admire that.."

"I'll be back tomorrow morning with the contract and some items that I'd like you to look at."

"Items?"

"Items I plan on using on you if you let me."

Delilah's pussy clenched. God, she wanted him so badly, but knew it was the alcohol humming in her head.

"Come here," Donovan said, taking her glass and setting it and his down on the coffee table, "Lay on my chest."

"Lay..." Delilah said, her eyes failing her and fluttering closed as she curled up in Donovan's arms, "I am so sorry.."

"Shhh.." Donovan caressed her arm as she slowly drifted into a deep slumber, "Don't worry about this, glow bug. The light is still in you."

Once she was asleep, Donovan scooped her up and carried Delilah into her bedroom—he assumed it was hers—and placed her underneath the covers, taking off her sandals and tossing them to the floor.

A moment of weakness enveloped him as he pushed strands of red locks out of her face and he wanted so badly to taste her sweet lips, but not that night.

Donovan could hardly wait for the night he would truly taste this woman who was wooing him to pieces.