“Are you trying to get them even more jealous?”
“No! I could give a fuck about them.”
“Then why the kiss?”
“Because you look so cute.”
And then I did something that I found inexplicable. I blushed, and not figuratively. I was actually glowing from the attention my son was giving me.
He went to give me another kiss, but I pulled away and stood up. He reached up for me, and I took his hand.
“I think I need another drink,” I said and pulled him to his feet.
“Why not?” He said as he got up.
At the bar, I found a stool as he ordered us another round. We weren’t drunk, but I had to admit I was definitely glad we had a limo to take us home. Not that I was ready to go home just yet.
But even though I was having a tremendous time, a thousand things were running through my head. Why was Jack acting so affectionate, and why was I enjoying it so much.
He was an incredibly good looking boy, with a physique to match, but he was my son, and I couldn’t explain why it made me all aflutter to sit in his lap and kiss him.
And as I sat on the stool, with new drinks in front of us, leaning on the bar he hunched down beside me. “You know you look really pretty tonight.” He had this intense look on his face.
“Thanks. I know I fought you about this outfit, but I’m glad you insisted on me wearing it. I do feel pretty. Maybe even a little…”
“What?”
“Sexy.”
“It doesn’t take much for you to look sexy. Every guy in this place is checking you out.”
“Stop.”
“It’s true.”
“You’re making me blush.”
“Yeah? I thought that was because you were with me?”
“It is. It is.” I gave him another warm smile. And then he gave me another kiss, but this time the kiss couldn’t in the least be mistaken for a friendly kiss. And I felt that kiss all the way down to where I shouldn’t have felt that kiss.
After a moment or two, where we just looked at each other with dumb looks on our faces, I broke the spell. With an awkward but warm smile and a young girl’s giggle I broke the trance, diverted the sexual tension that had no right to exist, but still hung over us like an electric current, and dare I say deliciously.
“I thought you were taking me dancing?” I smiled enticingly at him.
“I am. You wanna go?”
“Let me finish my drink first,” I said exasperated.
Once again in the limo he was acting crazy, though I was enjoying it. We laughed and talked the whole time, and during the entire ride in that huge car there couldn’t have been a millimeter of space between us.
The night club was called Liaison, which was ironic considering what was going on.
“Liaison?”
“It specializes in pop music,” he said holding my hand as we made our way from the limo to the front door, which was guarded by two large bouncers. All the time my feet, because of the stilettos and the tightness of my skirt, were taking short, light, dainty steps as he urged me along. “I thought you’d like the music here.”
He paid to get in, he paid for everything that night. I only had a little clutch with me which was only large enough to carry my license, a fifty dollar bill, which I never spent, and a credit card, which never saw the light of day. He had told me before we left that night that he would take care of everything, and indeed he did.