Chapter 7

The evening air was cool as Natasha and Jeremy stepped out of Le Calandre, feeling comfortably full and content after their meal. They walked to Jeremy's car, their steps in sync, their conversation flowing effortlessly. The decadent tiramisu they had for dessert was still a topic of conversation as Jeremy drove Natasha home.

"I can't believe how good that tiramisu was," Natasha said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I mean my ravioli was pretty filling; that with the wine had me quite full. But the way the server hyped the tiramisu up, I couldn't resist ordering it."

Jeremy chuckled, glancing over at her. "I know, right? The server was really convincing. And I'm glad we listened to him. I was really stuffed too. I didn't think I had it in me to finish dessert."

"Yeah it was worth it. I'm glad I packed some for Sophia," Natasha added, holding up the small takeaway box with a smile. "She'll be thrilled. And also, she'd have killed me if she found out I had such a spectacular tiramisu without her."

Jeremy's heart swelled with happiness. The sight of Natasha's genuine smile and her evident pleasure from their evening together stirred something deep within him. It was a warmth he hadn't felt in years, a comforting yet thrilling sensation that made him feel alive in a way he had almost forgotten. For too long, Jeremy's dates had been a series of orchestrated encounters where the women, aware of his wealth and status, tried to impress or seduce him. They were more interested in what he represented than who he was. Those evenings were performances, each partner playing a role, leaving Jeremy feeling distant and emotionally detached.

But tonight was different. Natasha's presence was like a breath of fresh air. Her confident demeanor, coupled with her natural, friendly attitude, made him feel at ease. She wasn't putting on a show; she was simply being herself, and that authenticity was magnetic. Jeremy realized that with Natasha, he didn't have to keep up his guard or adhere to the expectations that came with his public persona. He could just be Jeremy, a man enjoying a delightful evening with a captivating woman.

As he glanced over at her, her laughter and the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the tiramisu, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. It wasn't just about the delicious food or the elegant setting, it was about the connection they were forming. Natasha's unaffected joy and genuine interest in their conversation made Jeremy feel valued for who he truly was, not for his success or the power he wielded.

Her confident and amicable nature broke through the layers of cynicism he had built over the years. With Natasha, there were no pretenses, no games. She was sincere, and that sincerity resonated with him deeply. Jeremy found himself looking forward to each new story she shared, each laugh they exchanged, and each silent moment that spoke volumes.

"She's going to love it," he said with a grin. "And I'm really glad you enjoyed it too. Tonight's been wonderful."

Natasha turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling. "It has been. I had a really amazing time, Jeremy. Thank you."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the bond between them deepening with every passing minute. Both were aware of the connection forming between them, a connection that felt natural and unforced.

As they arrived at Natasha's home, Jeremy smoothly brought the car to a halt in her driveway, the gentle purr of the engine fading into the quiet night. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the neatly kept lawn and the charming façade of the house. Jeremy quickly exited the car, the gravel crunching lightly under his shoes as he walked around to Natasha's side.

With a graceful motion, he opened her door, extending a hand to help her out. Natasha accepted his hand, the warmth of his touch sending a subtle thrill through her. She stepped out, the soft fabric of her dress rustling gently in the night air. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The moonlight highlighted Natasha's delicate features, her eyes reflecting a mix of contentment and something deeper, a sense of affinity that mirrored Jeremy's own feelings. The cool night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, adding to the romantic ambiance of the moment. It was as if the entire world had narrowed down to just the two of them, standing close, lost in each other's gaze.

Jeremy felt a surge of emotion, a blend of joy and anticipation, as he looked into Natasha's eyes. She was not just a beautiful woman, she was someone who had touched his heart in a way he hadn't expected. Natasha, in turn, saw in Jeremy not just the successful man she had read about, but a kind, genuine soul who had shared his vulnerabilities and joys with her.

Breaking the silence, Natasha smiled warmly, her voice soft yet confident. "I really did have an amazing time, Jeremy," she confessed, feeling a surge of bravery. "I'd like to meet you again, if you'd like."

Jeremy's eyes lit up, his happiness evident as a wide smile spread across his face. "I'd love that. Sooner rather than later, if you ask me."

Natasha smiled, her confidence growing in the warmth of his response. "I'll give you a call tomorrow, then."

Jeremy nodded, his smile widening as he held her hand a little tighter. "I'll be looking forward to it." He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. The gesture was filled with an old-world charm that Natasha found both endearing and unexpectedly stirring. As his lips brushed her skin, a shiver of delight ran through her, the warmth of his touch lingering long after.

Natasha felt a rush of emotions—appreciation for his chivalry, admiration for his sincerity, and a growing affection that she couldn't ignore. This wasn't just a man trying to impress her with superficial gestures. Jeremy was showing genuine respect and care. His eyes held a depth of sincerity that spoke volumes, making her feel valued and cherished.

Rising on her toes, she gave him a light peck on the cheek, a spontaneous gesture born out of her deepening affection and gratitude. "Good night, Jeremy," she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with warmth.

This kiss was more than just a polite end to their evening. It was her way of acknowledging the unique bond they were forming. It was a silent promise of her interest in him and a subtle signal that she was looking forward to their next encounter just as much as he was. As she drew back, she saw the surprise and happiness in his eyes, mirroring her own feelings, and she knew she had made the right decision.

Jeremy turned to leave, but he hesitated, glancing back at Natasha's house with a puzzled expression. Natasha noticed his look and turned to follow his gaze, her eyes landing on a window with the lights on. She turned back to Jeremy, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "What happened?"

Jeremy smiled wryly. "I just saw someone at that window who quickly ducked as I looked at it." He paused, then his smile turned humorous. "I guess it must be Sophia."

Natasha chuckled, nodding. "Yes, that's definitely Sophia. Don't worry, you didn't scare her."

"I sure hope not," Jeremy replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take your leave now, Natasha. Have a good night!"

Jeremy finally turned to leave, his heart light and his mind filled with contentment. As he got back into his car and drove away, he couldn't help but glance back one last time, feeling a sense of relief he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Natasha waited till Jeremy's car was out of her driveway. She stood there thinking about how this evening had been different from any other date she'd been on. Jeremy had listened to her stories with genuine interest, shared his own with vulnerability, and treated her with a level of respect that went beyond mere courtesy. He had made her feel special, not because of grand gestures, but because of the authentic connection they had built throughout the night.

Natasha turned and looked up at the window again. There was Sophia, smiling ear to ear, with a face mask on her face and a fluffy bunny ear headband around her head. Natasha couldn't help but smile big and nod at Sophia, understanding her friend's silent inquiry about the date.

"Hurry up and get in here!" Sophia shouted from the window, excitement evident even through the green goopy mask on her face.

Natasha laughed and nodded, feeling a rush of happiness as she headed inside, eager to share every detail of her wonderful evening.