Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 18: Fairy Lights

I'm now on my third... or fourth glass of red wine, and I'm feeling a little tipsy now.

"Try one!" Michael laughs.

"No! I'm not putting a snail in my mouth." I say making a face.

"I'm sure you've had worse things in there."

I almost choke on my wine and gasp.

"Hey!" I chuckle kicking his leg under the table.

"Just one?"

"Nope."

He rolls he eyes and puts one in his mouth. I watch him slowly eat it, and then he suddenly pulls a face and spits it out in to his napkin. I laugh and shake my head.

"See, that is why I didn't want to try one." I shrug.

He takes a sip of his wine, trying to take the taste away.

"Yeah, well you've gotta try new things right?" He says giving me a look.

"I guess so." I drink my wine.

"You having dessert?"

"No." I shake my head. "I've eaten and drank way too much."

"The dessert is the best part." He smirks, and I catch him skimming his eyes down to my breasts.

"You really need to stop checking me out."

He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"I haven't heard you complaining."

"Well I am now." I chuckle.

"You're hot. It's hard not to."

"Michael.." I roll my eyes and try to suppress my smile.

He stares at me and slowly drinks his wine. The atmosphere has suddenly changed... I feel a bit uncomfortable, and slightly embarrassed for some reason.

"I can see you want to smile. There's nothing wrong with taking a compliment."

I don't say anything and look up from my wine glass and in to his eyes.

"Doesn't Marcus compliment you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Yes he does. I don't know where you're going with this."

"I complimented you, and you went all shy. It doesn't seem like you get many compliments."

"I didn't go shy."

"Well what's the problem then?"

"I don't have a problem! You sound like you have a problem."

"I don't have a problem."

"Ok, neither do I." I sip more wine.

"Good. So you're ok with me giving you compliments?"

"As long as your boss is ok with that." I laugh.

"Someone's gotta tell his wife she's fine."

"I think we should change the subject." I seal my lips together and smile.

"Ok... I know you didn't want me bringing it up any more, but can I at least know why they call you Roxanne?"

"Oh god Michael." I moan, pulling a face, placing my hand on my forehead.

"Don't keep moaning my name like that." He says looking at me seriously.

I laugh and rub my face.

"You need to stop." I giggle.

"I'm just messing around." He chuckles. "Your laugh is cute."

"Seriously." I drink more wine. "Stop."