The Proposal



He watched her descend the stairs. His breath caught as he gazed at her alluring figure, the arresting quality about her.
She wore a red, flaming dress that reached beyond her ankles, hiding her feet and sweeping the stairs. On his part, Tony wore a tux and he thought he looked rather dandy. But he was of course nothing compared to her.
He reached out his hand and pulled her to himself. He felt her breath caught and her body shudder involuntarily. It took all of his willpower not to carry her back up, into her room and make holy love to her. That would come, soon, just a little patience, he told himself.
Tony hadn't quite met a woman as beautiful and as alluring as Cynthia. He felt he was taking this one home to mama. He was almost sure of it. He casually glanced at her sitting still beside him in the BMW. He felt some pride at his having her with him. She had chosen him, it swelled his pride. He wasn't aware that he was now grinning from ear to ear.
In another couple of minutes they arrived at the charming first rate, first class dining establishment and were ushered to their seats by a rather bubbly waiter who took great care in seeing to their comfort, and of course, privacy.
She hadn't said much all through the trip to the rendezvous. Perhaps overwhelmed by the suddeness of it all; the accelerated shift from casual friends to romantic partners, from innocent friendship one night to wild lovemaking the next.
Now, she glanced about her, impressed and subdued at the same time. He reached out and lifted her limp hand to his lip. He gazed into her chestnut eyes, got lost in it for awhile, then recovered himself.
"It's such a nice place". She commented and then gave him to radiating smile that had won him over and cemented his resolve.
He wasn't sure how to go about the next part of his plan. He hadn't done it before. He had no experience. He felt his resolve to pop the question tonight begin to falter slightly.
The bubbly waiter came back pushing a cart of iced champagne bottle. He settled it gingerly on their table with glass cups to go with it. He commented on how they were such a fine couple and was rewarded with Cynthia's elegant smile. He nodded his head gracefully and, in the same manner, turned on his heels and made himself less of a nuisance.



 Tony, now emboldened again, got down on one knee, and with ring in hand, pop the age old question, "Will you marry me, Cynthia?"
Her breath caught in her throat at the suddenes of it. She looked at Tony's eager, expectant face, at the heads that were turned in their direction with interest. She slowly, and deliberately, shook her head from side to side. She saw the brightness in his eyes diminish. He had expected her to say yes. She heard the murmur around her. She had no idea while she did what she just did, but it gave her time to process the event unfolding before her. She hadn't been prepared.
Tony was still on one knee, looking dejected and remorseful. "Ask me again". She whispered. She saw the gleam return to his eyes. He popped the question one more time and this time she smiled and said, yes.

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