Romance On The Table Novels & Stories

Her eyes were wide when she saw the table the waiter guided us toward, and having left her jacket at the gala, it was my fault for liking her scent on mine and refusing to go back and getting hers, she was wearing my jacket. I pulled out her chair and watched as she took a seat, smiling at her calm heartbeat before kissing the crown of her head. She let out a breathy laugh as I did, and I walked toward my chair, sitting in front of her. The dim lights around us made the scene a whole lot more romantic than it already was. Flowers were placed on every table as well as candles, the floor was also covered with petals which swarmed around us with the wind giving it a magical aroma.

Out of the twenty tables in the restaurant, only one was empty which had a card on it, indicating it was on reserve. The dim lights and sweet smell of vanilla made the place to have a romantic aura. She had barely sat down when she sighted Bryan at the glass door. She watched as he made his way through the tables of different couples, who were dining on an array of different cuisines and speaking in hush tones to each other. “Hey.” Bryan said to her when he got to the table. “Hey.” She replied as he took his seat opposite her. “You look more beautiful tonight.”

There was a small round table made with thick wood and expensive marbles, it had two chairs which were opposite each other, with the same design as the table The lights were turned off, and red candles were burning from different angles, giving the whole room an exceptional romantic sensation Red roses were scattered around, it was just…perfect. We sat at the table and settled for dinner, we hadn't even had a quarter of our meal when I felt a cold breeze, which came in through the window, caress my whole body, giving me goosebumps, making my nipples stand erect, and penetrating through my sleeveless mini gown, I was also not in a bra, because my dress didn't need any, and that made the whole

“Your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy your evening.” I slid into one of the chair so this didn’t look too akward. The candles on the table kept flickering inside of a glass holder. Crisp white linens placed perfectly on them. And then a view that screamed romance. We stared at each other across the table. Every knowledge of English I had running out of me, leaving me speechless. The weight of we had done in the elevator pressed down on me like a heavy rock. We looked away from each other. And then looked back.

The plug shifts with every step, and by the time I reach the private dining room, I'm already slick between my thighs. The whole Carver family is here. Roman's parents, elegant and distant. Ethan, looking like he wants to crawl under the table and die. And Kaylee — the bride-to-be — glowing with pregnancy and smugness, her perfume a cloying cloud of vanilla that makes my stomach turn. She has no idea that the man she's marrying spent last night with his face buried between my thighs. Roman seats himself across from me, because of course he does. The table is long and formal, white linen and crystal stemware, and he looks perfectly respectable in his tailored suit. No one would guess that und

His touch is warm and confident, my heart races as our hands join. There’s an empty table at the back in the shadows, lit by more delicate lights and Nero pulls out a chair for me. I take a seat, trying to hide the bashful smile on my face. “Thank you.” Nero sits opposite. “So, this is your table.” He nods. “Do you approve?” I look around again. “Very romantic.”

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

Nothing about this nonsense was romantic. The room lacked any trace of romance even with all the red decorations, and it was evident that the setup didn't align with his expectations or desires. As Lumiére made his way towards the table, he couldn't help but notice the extravagant setup in the room. A magnificent golden chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow on the round table that awaited them. There were only two chairs, one for him and one for Lady Eloise. The table itself was adorned with a white tablecloth covered in delicate flowers, and golden plates were carefully arranged on top.

The table was adorned with fresh flowers, their vibrant colors adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene. A delicate bouquet of roses, handpicked with love, stood as the centerpiece, symbolizing the blossoming romance between the two. "Do you like it?", Damian asked, making a deep eye contact with her. "No I didn't.", Stella replied, making him shocked. "Because I love it.", She added, making him smile. The meal itself was a culinary masterpiece, each dish was a work of art, presented with utmost care and attention to detail. The delicate aromas of the cuisine mingled with the flickering candlelight, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightened their senses.

There is warm lighting hanging off the tents, with candles on the table. In four words, this place is romantic. The hostess leads us to the table at the end not too far from the glass barricades. “I’ll get your waiter for this evening.” And then she leaves. I’m stunned by this breathtaking view. There are just two couples here and there’s a moderate space between our table and theirs. Dominique pulls out a chair for me and I sit down. He sits down opposite me, with his unwavering attention on me. “Are you okay?”