The drive to the restaurant was awkward. Phil had his left hand on the steering wheel while his right hand was to his side. Maryse was looking out the window with her legs crossed in front of her. The car stopped at a red light and Phil glanced at her. His eyes slowly made their way down to her thighs. He stopped glancing and turned his head towards her to look at her.
Maryse was looking out the window, leaning on her elbow and being quieter than usual.
"Are you okay?" he broke the awkward silence that was in the air.
She just nodded.
"Is something wrong?"
She shook her head.
"Are you sure?" he continued to ask.
Maryse nodded her head again.
Was she going to be like this the whole night? Phil slowly reached for her hand with his right one. His hand brushed against the back of her wrist. Maryse turned her head to look at him. The traffic light turned "green" and Phil took his hand away from hers to grab the steering wheel. And they were back to being stuck in the awkward silence that was so tense.
Phil rolled up to the restaurant that they were going to be eating at. Maryse bent down in her seat to fix her stilettos and she didn't notice that Phil had came around the car to open the door for her.
She stepped out the car in surprise that a man like him would do such a "gentlemen" move.
He smiled as he saw her fix her dress and her hair. Wow, she really wanted to look go for their dinner.
"Ready?" Phil asked, making a hook in his arm for her to link hers with.
But instead Maryse grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together. Phil smiled seeing her wink at him. How did her mood suddenly change? In the car, she was gloomy and now she was...winking at him? Women. Phil will never understand them.
They made their way to the door and Phil let go of her hand to jog to the door and open it for the lovely French-Canadian. Maryse giggled and walked faster to not keep him waiting.
"Thank you." she said and Phil just nodded. He followed her further into the fancy restaurant. Suddenly, she felt his muscular are wrap around her waist.
"Names?" the man at the front desk asked as we came through the door.
"Phil Brooks," he said with a smile on his face. "I reserved myself and this gorgeous woman a seat by the wind in a booth."
The man nodded and led them to their seats.
Maryse was surprised. Phil actually reserved them a spot in the restaurant.
"Did Hell freeze over?" Maryse asked.
"Huh?" he chuckled.
"You reserved us a spot?" she asked as he pulled her chair out for her to sit.
"Of course. Women like yourself need to be treated with an amazing, reserved dinner."
She smiled. "Thank you. You shouldn't have though. This is sweet and - "
"Hey, don't mention it, princess." Phil interrupted her with a wink.
Moments later, they ordered food and a couple of minutes past before they were served. Phil watched as Maryse ate her food and a smile would cross his face now and again seeing that she was enjoying the food.
"I see the food is good here." Phil chuckled.
Maryse covered her mouth, trying not to laugh with food in her mouth. "I'm sorry." she giggled, swallowing the food.
He chuckled. "Don't be. I love a woman that has a big appetite. I think it's highly attractive, if I do say so myself."
Maryse titled her head and watched the man, curiosity sweeping over her facial features. "What was your intention in taking me out to this wonderful place?"
"Excuse me?" Phil choked as he swallowed his drink. "Is that supposed to be a...rhetorical question? I'm not following."
"You know what I mean. Did you think you were going to get something out of me for...being here...with you?" Maryse asked, lacing her fingers together.
Phil cleared his throat. "No, not at all. I told you. I want to see if you'd let me see the real you. Not that barbie doll looking, overly confident, bitch you portray on television."
"Hmm," Maryse hummed quietly. "So, you're not expecting anything after this dinner?" her eyebrow raised as she studied his facial features.
Phil rubbed his chin, leaning forward, he spoke, "Listen honey, I saw the way you reacted to me back at your place. You melted into my kiss and I noticed you kissing me back. When I pulled away, I saw it in your eyes that you wanted more. That question, you shouldn't be asking me it. I think you should be asking yourself that. Are YOU expecting anything to happen after this dinner? Because, if it concerns me, I'm more than willing to put you where you belong. And that's beneath me."
Maryse's mouth dropped at his words. Did he really just go there with the sexiest of sexy? Obviously, he didn't know this woman well enough to know that she could have any man at her feet.
"What's this? Cat finally catching your tongue?" Phil smirked his gorgeous white smile.
"You're inutile." She murmured, getting up and making her towards the door. Good thing Phil was good on his feet, he caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?" he chuckled, bringing her close to him. Maryse pushed him away and went out the door.
"Damn it, woman." he said, and he ran back to his table, left a $50, and ran out the door to see Maryse sitting behind his car.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to make a scene or something?" He asked.
"Will you just take me home? This was the worst night ever. You are beyond my league. You're nothing. I would never want more from you, you bastard." Maryse spat as she stood in front of him.
"Hmm," Phil smirked at the blonde's frustration. "I love it when you're angry. You're sexy like that."
Maryse's hand swung to slap him and he caught it mid air. "Uh-uh-uh. I like it rough, but this isn't the most comfortable place to start slapping me. How about we continue this at my place?"
"Fuck you." she said, taking her hand away from him.
"How about now?" Phil asked, pushing her up against the back of his car. "I know you've been dying to fuck me. So how about we do it now?"
Maryse tried to push him away when he tried kissing her. Phil moved his hands up her thighs, making her gasp.
'Stop.." her voice was faint but he heard it.
"I know you don't want me too." Phil's voice came out in a whisper. "Stop trying to hamper your feelings towards me."
No matter how much Maryse wanted to say "no", this man was right. Phil took her as he pleased, and she had to say that this man was credible. No other has ever made Maryse feel like this. When he touched her, she felt chills, she became nervous. Only Phil had this affect on the blonde.
Phil crashed his lips against hers breaking her away from her thoughts. Her mouth was closed as she tried to push away from him. Phil ran his tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance, begging to be kissed with passion. She denied.
Keeping his lips to hers, Phil ran his fingertips up her thigh, lifting her dress while doing it. If she didn't want to kiss him, he would force her to do nothing less. His hand found the strap to her thong and his index finger tugged at it, and she grunted against his lips. Phil moved even closer to her. He pressed his pelvis against her. His hand made it under her dress and around her bare waist. He pulled her closer to him, trying to make her kiss him back.
She wasn't giving it up. Maryse was bound not to kiss him. Phil moved his lips away from hers, leaving her lips swollen. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"Are you happy? I didn't kiss you. Will you knock this off? Obviously, I don't want -" Maryse was interrupted by Phil's large hands under her dress as he lifted her up on the toes of her stilettos by her bare ass.
That's where he had her. He slammed his lips against hers, his tongue finally finding hers as she gasped. Maryse wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She nibbled at his bottom lip and it added to the pleasure as his lips formed a smile against hers.
He slowly let her down from his grasp of her tight ass and she was standing in front of him, her arms still wrapped around the Chicago native's neck, while she was backed up against the car.
He broke away from the kiss and Maryse thought that he was going to rub it in her face about kissing him back. Instead he whispered, "Let's go to my place. I want you. Please?"
Maryse's breathing quickened as she spoke, "How fast can you drive?"