Love Between The Spreadsheets 02

Meghan and Jeremy have been flirting at the office during tax season.

They're going out to dinner and then maybe they'll pull an all-nighter.

"Alright, everybody. Stop working. We got a lot done today. Enjoy your evening. You are forbidden to think about work. Lunch will be provided again tomorrow. This time it's sub sandwiches. Make sure to add your order to the sheet on the way out."

Meghan sent her staff home and turned to face Jeremy.

"Hey you, put that pen down. The work day is over for you too."

"What?" Jeremy took out his earbuds.

"I said, stop working. I just sent everybody home."

"Okay. I don't hear anything when these noise canceling earbuds are on."

"I appreciate your work ethic but let's get the hell out of here."

"Yes, boss. Now we change gears and I take you out to a nice restaurant."

"That would be great but you don't have to do that."

"Oh yes I do. You expect me to work with a beautiful woman all day and not want to take her out?"

Meghan blushed yet again, "I guess not."

"Do you like salad bars? I know a great place with fantastic food and a great salad bar. Oh, and strawberry margaritas."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Let's see if they have any tables left."

Jeremy punched in a phone number.

"Hello. La Belle Vie Bistro and Grill. How can I help you? "

"I'd like a table for two."

"You're in luck. We had a cancellation and we have a table for two available in half an hour."

"Perfect. We'll see you then."

Jeremy stood up, "Okay, m'lady. Let's get a taxi,"

30 minutes later, Jeremy was pulling out Meghan's chair the old-fashioned gentlemanly way.

(Wow. I haven't had anyone do that in a long time.)

A waiter appeared with a bottle of wine. "Would you like a sample?"

Jeremy said yes, but Meghan said, "I don't want the sample but could I have a frozen strawberry margarita?"

"Of course, madame,"

Jeremy said, "I'll have one too."

They picked up their menus and looked at the possibilities.

Meghan saw lots of them but then found what she really wanted.

"So many things look great!"

"I know. I've eaten here many times and I've never had a bad meal."

"I would like the salad bar, lamb chops, steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes."

"No dessert?"

Oh, I'm sort of on a diet but not tonight."

"Good. i like a woman with a healthy appetite and maybe just a few extra pounds."

"Well, that would be me, I need to lose 15 pounds."

"Oh no. I hope you don't. You're just the perfect size."

"You're kidding, right? I always gain weight during tax season and then have to take it off."

"Well, this season I hope you don't. I'll keep buying you dessert if that will help you stay as perfect as you are. Skinny girls are not nearly as fun in bed."

(OMG. I am so wet right now.)

Meghan cleared her throat and drank some water.

"Well, I've never had a man tell me not to lose weight before."

"Now you have. What do you want for dessert, beautiful woman."

"Um. I'll have apple pie a la mode."

"Good choice!" The waiter returned with plates and bowls for the soup and salad bar,

"Help yourselves."

Meghan was so happy. "Thank you!"

Meghan and Jeremy piled up their salad plates and took some bread and clam chowder, the soup of the day.

At the table, Jeremy put his plate and bowl down first and helped Meghan with her chair yet again.

(I could get used to this.)

They dug in and paused to sample their margaritas when they arrived.

"Mmmmm. This is good." Meghan was blissed out with the margarita and the salad. "I could be happy even without the entree."

"You'll change your mind when the main course comes."

Jeremy was right. The lamb chops were cooked and seasoned to perfection. Everything was delicious and she never finished her salad.

There was almost no conversation because the two were so involved with their food.

The waiter returned periodically to refill water. When they finished their main courses, he asked if they would like their desserts now.

"Yes please and some coffee. Meghan, what do you think about getting some Kahlua to put in our coffee?"

"That's a great idea!"

"Thank you, Jeremy. Words cannot describe how wonderful this has been."

"I agree."

The waiter brought their desserts and coffees.

Meghan was instantly mouth deep in her apple pie a la mode. When she emerged, she said, "I didn't think this dinner could get any better. But I was wrong."

Jeremy laughed.

"What's so funny."

"Well, first of all, I'm glad that you liked it so much. Second, I'm tickled by the way you say things. By the way, I can think of a way the dinner could get better."

"How?"

"If we followed it up with an aperitif at my place."

(Does he mean sex?) "Isn't an aperitif a drink you have as an appetizer?"

"Yes."

"But we already ate."

"I can think of a couple things we haven't eaten yet."

Meghan choked on her last bite of pie when she heard this. After some water to stop her coughing, she blurted, "I couldn't eat another bite."

"I'm more into licking and sucking. And rubbing and squeezing."

(What?) Meghan laughed, half with embarrassment.

"So we're not talking about food anymore."

"Food of the Gods. And Goddesses. Nourishment for the soul."

"You're like the poet of sex."

"Why yes, I am. And you're my muse."

(OMG)

"Well, I guess flattery will get you somewhere, But I blame it on the Kahlua."

"Waiter! Please bring the check."

Jeremy and Meghan made out in the back of the taxi.

"Jeremy?"

"What, sweet thing?"

"This is like in the movies."

"I know but it's really happening, isn't it?"

"Well, if I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up."

Author's note: This story seems to be turning into a chick flick. Are any men still reading?

[To be continued]