Chapter 37 Braxton

• Making love to Julia in her art room was one of the most erotic events of my life. I’ve never been with a woman on a stool before. Having her legs wrapped around me as I filled her completely, balancing on that small piece of furniture, was amazing. Julia excites me and brings me to life unlike anyone I’ve ever been with, and I almost want to forgo dinner, sweep her into my arms, and carry her into the master bedroom where we can writhe in each other’s arms until dawn.
• Instead, after we are dressed, I take her hand and lead her to the dining room--not the formal dining room with the extra-large table that comfortably seats twenty-four. I am not that eccentric. Instead, I take her to the smaller dining room right off of the kitchen where I have asked the chefs to prepare our dinner. It is a different room than we ate breakfast in. I hope that she finds it cozy. I feel that, with the comfort food we are eating, it makes sense to be in a cozier setting where we can sit next to one another. I know that I won’t be able to keep my hands off of her, though. We had better eat fast.
• Our plates are filled with chicken and dumplings under cloches as we sit and move our chairs close to one another. The chefs have made sure that the candle in the middle of the table is lit, so even though this is the meal that reminds Julia of her grandmother and back home, it is still romantic. We remove the silver covers from our plates, and Julia inhales deeply. “This smells divine,” she says as a servant takes the cloches from us.