Meegan crossed the kitchen from her stove when the buzzer of the intercom system sounded. By the time she'd made it to the little pannel, the small screen had flickered to life, giving her a view of a very well dressed man with a...walking stick. Meegan swallowed her chuckle, and depressed the intercom button.
"Hello Mr. Swiftwood, welcome to my home." She depressed the entry button and crossed back to the stove to check her Coq au Vin one more time. It and the vegetables would be done in about fifteen minutes. She had a bottle of Astrailian white breathing on the island with two glasses and her table set with candles. She slipped off her apron and made her way to the door as the bell rang.
At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm
At 19.04 Arons finger pressed the doorbell at Meegans door. His jaguar was parked outside the building, he fully trusted the rather sophisticated security system to make sure people didn't run away with it. He had thought about wearing a tuxedo, after all it was a dinner date, but he had thought the better of it. Americans were less formal and he sometimes got the feeling that tuxedos intimidated them. Instead he was wearing a black, casual blazer. Tailor made ofcourse, Aron wouldn't have dreamt of buying one in a regular store, but fairly casual non the less. The black walking stick was at his side as always, polished and fitted with a head of brushed steal instead of the regular silver one. He was curious about this evening though, he was usually the one inviting ladies to his house and yet he had received two invitations this week. Womens liberation was something Aron was whole-heartetly for, after all it usually proved to his own benefit.
Meegan
18 years ago
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
Aron sent Meegan a charming smile as she opened the door and bowed gracefully.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Megan"
From an inner pocket, he got a package wrapped in white glittering paper.
"I'm sorry, but my butler flatly refused to let me take any of the roses in the garden, so this will hopefully do instead"
Aron had taken a bit of a chance with the package and he knew it. Skincare products from a company called Jaqua might be a great idea...or a horrible one. Either way it was more original than the standard flowers and wine.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Megan"
From an inner pocket, he got a package wrapped in white glittering paper.
"I'm sorry, but my butler flatly refused to let me take any of the roses in the garden, so this will hopefully do instead"
Aron had taken a bit of a chance with the package and he knew it. Skincare products from a company called Jaqua might be a great idea...or a horrible one. Either way it was more original than the standard flowers and wine.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan took the package with a smile. 'Well, this is certainly different. And he is absolutly delicious. Maybe having him here, was a mistake...beutiful men in my home, tend to end up in my bed. Damn it, Meegan knock it off.'
"Why thank you, Mr. Swiftwood. Please call me Meegan, we are far enough above the Mason-Dixon Line to leave titles off of first names." She grinned slyly at the man in her door way, and moved aside. "Please, do come in."
"Why thank you, Mr. Swiftwood. Please call me Meegan, we are far enough above the Mason-Dixon Line to leave titles off of first names." She grinned slyly at the man in her door way, and moved aside. "Please, do come in."
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"Then by all means, please call me Aron...whatever else you should like" he said with a wink and entered. He noticed that despite her height, she was rather easy on the eyes, something her blonde hair only enhanced. If nothing else, the evening would be spent without boredom of the eyes. Her smell seemed subtle and delightful, and made his stomah growl slightly
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan let the door swing closed, and moved past Aron further down the entry hall. Her designer's eye took in his well tailored suit and she was immensely glad she had chosen the black widow skirt, a long form fitting skirt with spiderweb lace, and a small black widow spider embroidered on the hip, and a marron and black renaissance style bodice, and bare feet. Instead of the goth jeans and baby doll tee she had debated on.
"Can I take your..ah walking stick?" It occured to her over active imagination that it may very well contain a weapon of some kind. One never knew in this city.
"Can I take your..ah walking stick?" It occured to her over active imagination that it may very well contain a weapon of some kind. One never knew in this city.
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
Aron thought about it for a moment. Nothing in her mind seemed to suggest that she had any hostile intent at all, and the locking mechanism was hid rather well, revealing the weapon inside would take a lot more than mere luck.
"Ohh yes, ofcourse. Very interresting outfit by the way. I presume you've designed it yourself?"
"Ohh yes, ofcourse. Very interresting outfit by the way. I presume you've designed it yourself?"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan to the stick from Aron and tucked it into the rack on the side of her hall table. She chuckled softly at his compliment, and touched his arm in companionable pleasure.
"I did. I see you know who I am." Her eyes and voice were please with that information, since it made things easier than when her identiy was reveal later in the evening. "You look rather dashing yourself, Aron. "
Meegan moved deeper into her home expecting her guest to follow.
"Can I interest you in a glass of wine?"
"I did. I see you know who I am." Her eyes and voice were please with that information, since it made things easier than when her identiy was reveal later in the evening. "You look rather dashing yourself, Aron. "
Meegan moved deeper into her home expecting her guest to follow.
"Can I interest you in a glass of wine?"
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
Aron smiled. "You flatter me Meegan, besides it is hard to have any interrest in modern fashion without knowing about your line"
He follwed Meegan, enjoying the rather fine view of her curves the skirt allowed him to get.
"You could interrest me in quite a few things I am sure....a glass of wine would be among those"
He follwed Meegan, enjoying the rather fine view of her curves the skirt allowed him to get.
"You could interrest me in quite a few things I am sure....a glass of wine would be among those"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan stepped into her kitchen and crossed to the island. A flirty smile on her lips and a glint in her eye.
"I would be delighted to know what those things are, but I think perhaps it should wait until dinner is out of the oven. Do you like coq au vin, Aron?"
"I would be delighted to know what those things are, but I think perhaps it should wait until dinner is out of the oven. Do you like coq au vin, Aron?"
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"I love the french kitchen in general and coq au vin in particular"
He recognized the bottle of vine on the isle, australian, white and on those terms not too bad. He wondered if she had used it for the coq au vin instead of the traditional bordeaux, and if not then if she was really going to serve another wine than the one used in the food. He decided not to mention it, it would be rather unpolite after all. And it would be interresting to taste this dish, he had never heard of a coq au vin cooked in an oven before.
"This one smells rather good I must admit"
It did infact, which slightly surprised him.
"Ofcourse I doubt I am a very impartial judge, given the circumstances"
He recognized the bottle of vine on the isle, australian, white and on those terms not too bad. He wondered if she had used it for the coq au vin instead of the traditional bordeaux, and if not then if she was really going to serve another wine than the one used in the food. He decided not to mention it, it would be rather unpolite after all. And it would be interresting to taste this dish, he had never heard of a coq au vin cooked in an oven before.
"This one smells rather good I must admit"
It did infact, which slightly surprised him.
"Ofcourse I doubt I am a very impartial judge, given the circumstances"
Meegan
18 years ago
Turning she gave a glass of the golden wine to Aron, a favorite for it's light slightly dry qualities. With glass in hand she crossed to the range top and gave the sauce a stir, then opened the oven to peek at the clay pot keeping the chicken warm. She straightened and gave Aron a slight wink, as she thought she caught him staring at her backside.
"Just about finished, the sauce isn't quite thinkened yet, and the leeks still have a few minutes."
She took a sip of her wine. 'No sense in not getting straight to the point.' Meegan crossed the kitchen to stand nearer her guest.
"So tell me, Aron, what made you pay for the drinks? I must admit you have my curiosity peaked."
"Just about finished, the sauce isn't quite thinkened yet, and the leeks still have a few minutes."
She took a sip of her wine. 'No sense in not getting straight to the point.' Meegan crossed the kitchen to stand nearer her guest.
"So tell me, Aron, what made you pay for the drinks? I must admit you have my curiosity peaked."
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
Aron sampled the wine. Not bad at all. As Meegan opened the owen the same thought was repeated in his head.
"You really wish to know? The three of you seemed so filled with the need for each other. It's rare these days to see something that isn't taken straight from the nearest Hollywood movie. It was honest somehow, freeing. There's too little pleasure and love in the world as it is, and yours seemed like an oasis in the desert. So I decided that the least I could do was to pay the drinks. Turned out to be money well spent. After all I'm getting a free dinner" he said with a grin.
"You really wish to know? The three of you seemed so filled with the need for each other. It's rare these days to see something that isn't taken straight from the nearest Hollywood movie. It was honest somehow, freeing. There's too little pleasure and love in the world as it is, and yours seemed like an oasis in the desert. So I decided that the least I could do was to pay the drinks. Turned out to be money well spent. After all I'm getting a free dinner" he said with a grin.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan smiled with one corner of her mouth. 'Real love, like an oasis, very poetic, and charming. He could indeed be worth getting to know better.' Meegan inclined her head slightly in a almost royal sort manner.
"It was our pleasure to accept them, Aron. I must say they did add some spice to our evening. "
Behind her a timer dinged and she returned to the stove. Opening the oven she pulled out the clay rosting pot, its lid covered in an inticate geometric pattern, and set it on the stove. With a little flourish she pulled off the lid and let the steam fill the air around her, curling the ends of her long, loose hair. She inhaled deeply of the aromatic steam and set the lid aside. Deft hands placed the chicken into the finished sauce.
"It was our pleasure to accept them, Aron. I must say they did add some spice to our evening. "
Behind her a timer dinged and she returned to the stove. Opening the oven she pulled out the clay rosting pot, its lid covered in an inticate geometric pattern, and set it on the stove. With a little flourish she pulled off the lid and let the steam fill the air around her, curling the ends of her long, loose hair. She inhaled deeply of the aromatic steam and set the lid aside. Deft hands placed the chicken into the finished sauce.
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"I am very glad to hear it"
As Meegan turned to the stove, he looked at her slender neck. He could almost hear the blood pumping in her veins, and for a moment he toeyd with the thought of piercing it then and there. He decided not to. It was better to work up an apitite during dinner. He couldn't help notice the irony in that sentence. Besides, it was too early for that sort of thing and he much prefered it if the evening sort of led to that point on its own.
"Looks delicious" he said, and looked at Meegan.
As Meegan turned to the stove, he looked at her slender neck. He could almost hear the blood pumping in her veins, and for a moment he toeyd with the thought of piercing it then and there. He decided not to. It was better to work up an apitite during dinner. He couldn't help notice the irony in that sentence. Besides, it was too early for that sort of thing and he much prefered it if the evening sort of led to that point on its own.
"Looks delicious" he said, and looked at Meegan.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan could feel his eyes on her and it made her grin. She stood on tip-toe and reached into a cabinet next to the stove and pulled what looked like to very heave cream-colored ceramic serving dishes from the top self, with one hand. The muscles in her bare arms bunched and strained with the akward weight, as she set them on the counter.
"Thank you."
She quickly put the chicken into the larger dish and the leeks into the other. When she turned with them in hand, the grin was still on her face.
"I hope you came with an appitite. I seem to have cooked for six instead of two."
She crossed the room to place the dishes on the pale gold table cloth, that matched the accent paint perfectly, next to a decanted bottle of dark red wine.
"Thank you."
She quickly put the chicken into the larger dish and the leeks into the other. When she turned with them in hand, the grin was still on her face.
"I hope you came with an appitite. I seem to have cooked for six instead of two."
She crossed the room to place the dishes on the pale gold table cloth, that matched the accent paint perfectly, next to a decanted bottle of dark red wine.
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
Aron enjoyed the show, rather certain that Meegan was teasing him. He couldn't hide the grin that appeared at Meegan's comment.
"Well...I should think I have quite an appitite. I'm guess you could say I'm ready to dive in"
"A bit of self control might be a good idea, dear. At least make it through the dinner"
He let out a light chuckle, finished the white wine in his glass and placed it on the island.
"I take it dinner is ready?"
"Well...I should think I have quite an appitite. I'm guess you could say I'm ready to dive in"
"A bit of self control might be a good idea, dear. At least make it through the dinner"
He let out a light chuckle, finished the white wine in his glass and placed it on the island.
"I take it dinner is ready?"
Meegan
18 years ago
"It is indeed, unless you'd like a salad."
She took up the decanter and poured the almost black wine into two cut crystal glasses at each place. She wondered if that chuckle was meant for her or was in response to his own thoughts. Which didn't bother her in the slightest, as she tended to laugh at herself often.
She took up the decanter and poured the almost black wine into two cut crystal glasses at each place. She wondered if that chuckle was meant for her or was in response to his own thoughts. Which didn't bother her in the slightest, as she tended to laugh at herself often.
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"Not in particular, no"
He could smell the dark wine as she poured it intot he glasses. He was almost sure it was excellent, probably french if his nostrils were right.
"Interresting wine.....It would seem this is an evening for seeing interresting things"
Aron found the gothic fashion that had been growing for the last couple of decades very interresting indeed. The cloth was elegant and beautiful, enhancing what nature had already made.
"I would say it's what's under the cloth that holds your current interrest dear"
He could smell the dark wine as she poured it intot he glasses. He was almost sure it was excellent, probably french if his nostrils were right.
"Interresting wine.....It would seem this is an evening for seeing interresting things"
Aron found the gothic fashion that had been growing for the last couple of decades very interresting indeed. The cloth was elegant and beautiful, enhancing what nature had already made.
"I would say it's what's under the cloth that holds your current interrest dear"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan couldn't help but smile, she had hoped he enjoyed wine as much as she, so few did without being pretentious.
"It is a ninteen nighty-eight Domaine Robert Arnoux, Clos de vougeot. I find the true Burgandy wines are the best."
The french names rolled off her tongue as though she was used to using the language. She set the decanter down and gestured to one of the chairs.
"Please join me, Aron. I wouldn't want our dinner to get cold."
"It is a ninteen nighty-eight Domaine Robert Arnoux, Clos de vougeot. I find the true Burgandy wines are the best."
The french names rolled off her tongue as though she was used to using the language. She set the decanter down and gestured to one of the chairs.
"Please join me, Aron. I wouldn't want our dinner to get cold."
Aron Swiftwood
18 years ago
"An american with a good taste in wines? Marvelous. And I thought I had seen everything" he said with a sly smile. "Perhaps I was mistaken..."
Aron sat, took the vine glass and let the aromas fill his nose.
"Not a bad year, not a bad year at all"
Aron sat, took the vine glass and let the aromas fill his nose.
"Not a bad year, not a bad year at all"