Chapter 11

At seven o'clock Joanna heard a knock on her door as she was finishing getting ready.

"Who is it?" Natasha called out.

"It's Michael," he responded.

"So you are the Michael she has been talking about," Tash said as she let him into the apartment.

"Mr Michael!" Ethan shouted as he left his cartoons and ran towards him.

"Hi there buddy. What are you up to?"

"Come watch bubble guppies with me," he said pulling him with all his might into the living room.

Michael gladly obliged the request and sat down waiting for Joanna.

Stepping into the living room she stared at him surprised to see him watching cartoons with Ethan right beside him. He had on a pair of black leather shoes, black slacks and a button up shirt that showed off his broad line-backer shoulders, which was tucked in his slacks showing off his narrow waist. Both sleeves rolled up showing off his powerful arms, as well as his cast.

"Beautiful," was the first thing he said as he stood up taking in her appearance. She has on a tight sleeveless red dress that showed off her shapely figure perfectly with black heels and a black clutch bag. "You look absolutely gorgeous," he said as he gave her a single rose.

"Thank you," she said as she inhaled the fragrance of the flower with her eyes closed.

"You look pretty mama," little Ethan said giving hi mom a hug.

"Now be a good boy for aunt Tash sweety."

Ethan responded with a nod of his head as he went to his aunt.

"Shall we?"

"We shall, my dear," he said as he led her out.

"Bring her back before eleven!" Tash shouted making Jo laugh.

The doorman hailed a cab for them and Michael quickly told the driver were to take them.

"I'm sorry I was not around to help you move in."

"Oh don't worry yourself. I only had to get my clothes, nothing major," she said as they pulled up to Eclipse.

Michael had picked this place also knowing no one major would recognize him and having been there once or twice for business meetings he knew they never disappointed when it came to their food selection. They made their way up the balcony to their private table and he pulled out her chair and took his seat besides her overlooking the entire restaurant facing the small stage. Their waiter a handsome young man walked up to them asking for their orders.

"Good evening, sir, madam," he said gawking at Joanna making her uncomfortable.

Michael noticed her discomfort and cleared his throat loud enough for the waiter to hear, and gave him a glare that spoke volumes.

Moving closer to Michael they both looked over the wine list the waiter had handed over to Michael. His senses becoming overwhelmed by her scent.

"The 2010 Cabernet Franc Reserve looks the most appealing," she whispered so only he could hear.

Without removing his gaze from her he told the waiter their wine selection as he took her hand in his.

"And for your meal?"

"I will start off with a Greek salad with a light dressing then have the filet mignon with some potato wedges."