The Dinner

"Tell me, how long have you been working for the Healthies90?" Bernard beamed at Clara after pouring the second glass of wine for the young woman.

Clara bit her lower lip and peeked at Bernard.

Bernard inhaled and sipped his wine as he ran his thought. 'Mr. Edward was right that this girl has thoughtful mind. I could see from her stare. I must anticipate her tricky minds with combination of her attractive attitudes.'

"Five years." Clara sipped her wine. Her red lipstick remained on the tip of the glass as she silently rubbed it off with her thumb. The way she licked the remains of the wine on her lips looked so elegant but at the same point, what she did could emanate his imagination how naughty and wild she would be.

Bernard rested his chin on his clenching fist and beamed at her. "Not surprisingly as I could figure out from your sparkling eyes talk anything about you..." He shook the glass in his hand and stirred the wine slowly. "James certainly figure out how potential you are as the ambassador..." Bernard beamed and took a short snap glance at her.

Clara who at that night appeared so appealing with a backless grey gown smiled. "I should be lucky to get to know Mr. James."

Bernard smirked and stared at the young woman who seemed to play wildly innocent with some hidden thoughtful mind that Bernard was conscious those thoughts needed to explore. "It seems to become a quite interesting story to find out the way Mr. James to get to know with a such girl like you...young, passionate, I could sense you have some objectives that sounds good to achieve..."

Clara stroked some of her hair strands away from her forehead and looked calm but also alarmed in Bernard's trained mind. Although the young man hid his curious instinct perfectly under the surface...Bernard turned his sight down for awhile. He wanted to not appear too intimidating for her.

"I met Mr. James when he visited my senior high school and I was a captain of the cheerleader team." Clara put a spoon of cheese cake into her mouth.

Bernard beamed. "How old were you at the time?"

"Sixteen." Clara answered and sipped her wine.

Bernard munched the chocolate cake in his mouth. He sliced a bite with his spoon.

"Trust me the taste is incredible..." He got the spoon closer to Clara's lips.

The young woman widened her eyes as she didn't expect Bernard would feed her in their first dinner time.

Clara flickered her eyes and she found the stare of sincere from the young man's eyes.

Bernard nodded, kept gazing with his begging look and smirked innocent to make Clara hesitantly opened her mouth.

Bernard stared at her and waited for her retort as Clara munched the cake while her hand was covering her mouth. "Am I right?"

Clara nodded her head. "You're right..."

"Bernard...just call me by my name." Bernard interrupted and smiled widely as he found that Clara agreed with him.

Clara smiled and stroked her hair strands again. She seemed to change her sitting position in more relaxed way as she rested one of her hand vertically upward on the table. She rested her chin with a backhand.

"What?" Bernard paused munching and spooning his cake and took a glimpse of Clara as he found that the young woman kept staring at him.

"You seem a nice guy, Bernard!" Clara tried to make a floaty flirt with him.

Bernard smiled, wiped his lips with a serviette and poured the wine for Clara and him. "I hope it's not because of the cake!" He sipped his wine and left Clara giggled with his sentence.

Bernard stopped eating and put his two arms on the table. "I think we come from the same background story, Clara".

"Really?" Clara furrowed her eyebrows, paused to spoon the cake into her mouth.

"I started my career since I was a captain in my school's football. Mr. Edward got interested in getting to know me as he thought that I am a talented young man with the grip of dedication." Bernard beamed, reached for his glass as he arose the glass. "Cheers for both of us."

Clara lifted her glass. "Cheers as we both are Captains!" They clashed their wine glasses.

Clara trembled as she rose from the seat after they finished the dinner. The amount of wine that she couldn't tolerate had caused her head a bit dizzy. She gripped Bernard's hold on her waist. She giggled without she couldn't control it. "You have a strong hand, Bernard. I love a man with strong hands." She looked at Bernard and then, she chuckled.

Bernard beamed and still put his hand on her waist just to hold Clara. "I should drive you home.." He whispered in her ear. He brought her into her car.

"Could you tell me where you live, Clara?" Bernard looked at her who leaned her head on his shoulder while he was driving.

Clara stopped singing. "Just drive, honey!"

She looked at Bernard and chuckled again. "You made me remember James and Duncan. When they tried to sleep with me..."

Bernard furrowed his forehead. He gazed at Clara who pulled up her gown unintentionally and made her black underwear sneak out as she tried to put off her high heels.

"You slept with both of them?" Bernard saw Clara pulled up her two thighs high in shift as she put off her shoes.

Clara nodded. "James was the first. Then, he asked Duncan to try me after he finished with me!" Clara chuckled.

"You know what Bernard they were good at the bed and they made me addicted with their games on the bed."

Clara looked at him with her distorted eyes. "I should sleep with Edward Phillipe tonight but you,..you seem so hot too!" She giggled.

Bernard wobbled his head. "Weird..." He looked at Clara slightly.

The young woman seemed tipsy too hard as she tried to kiss Bernard.

"I'm driving, Clara... hmmm..mmm..." He pulled Clara's face away from him as Clara kissed him hard. He pulled a bottle out from his trousers' pocket.

Bernard sprayed something on her face and made her falling asleep immediately. Bernard inhaled and continued to drive his car to a motel.