Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story Read Online Free Page A

He is
wearing a black button down shirt and silver cufflinks with a
scripted “C” are used to close the sleeves. His pants are light
tan, perfectly pressed, with no wrinkles in sight. Dressy black
loafers complete his assemble.
    When I approach him, he lifts my
right hand to his mouth and kisses it gently, “Good evening Carmen,
you look ravishing.”
      Blushing, I reply (hoping
the words come out right and clear, my throat appears to have gone
dry), “Thank you. You look amazing.”  
    He smirks at me, then places my left arm in
his; guiding me to where his 2011 Black Mercedes E-350 Coupe
awaits.
    Surprised to see the car, I ask, “Where is
James?”
    “ I only use James for special
events,” Cooper replies. “Sorry you are stuck with just me,”
Grinning, he says.
    “ There is no one else I would
rather be stuck with.”
    He touches me lightly on the cheek. Sharp is
the only word that comes to mind as he opens the door for me to be
seated. The inside of the car is dark gray leather with red
interior lights. The covering to the moon roof is open so the stars
look down on us. As my seat belt clicks into position, Cooper
slides into the driver’s seat.
    “ Shall we go?” he asks.
    “ Most definitely,” I
reply.
    Before pulling off, he leans over and kisses
me softly and just enough passion to know I haven’t been the only
one looking forward to this. This man really knows how to make my
body respond, even with the slightest touches.
    Putting the car in drive, we head
north towards Lee Street. Cooper glances at me before resting his
hand on my left leg, exactly where my shorts end. The sound of
Michael Bublé is interrupted when the GPS advises after turning on
Lee Street; we need to merge onto I-66W and take the Glebe Road
exit in order to reach our destination. The heat from his hand, is
starting to warm my whole body.
    As soon as I think it may be too much, we
arrive at The Melting Pot. Cooper has valet take care of the
parking. He tips the gentlemen generously. He comes around and
opens the door for me, extending his hand to assist me out.
 Cooper places his hand on the small of my back leading me
into restaurant.  
    The hostess greets us in a high pitched voice,
“Welcome to the Melting Pot.”
    She seems to be in her late teens and it is
irritating how she is openly lusting after Cooper. Me being a true
expert in hiding my emotions, something I learned from my father
the attorney, Cooper will be none the wiser in noticing my
rage.
    “ We have dinner reservations under
the name Jackson,” Cooper says.
    “ Jackson? Party of two…yes, I see.
Please follow me right this way,” says the teeny bopper as she
switches her hips in front of us.
    We are seated in a dimly lit area where the
booth is only big enough for us. I set my sequined black Nine West
clutch behind me due to the tightness of the area. The wall sconces
are responsible for the glow on Cooper’s face; I bet he would look
perfect in any kind of lighting.
    He looks to me and asks, “What would you like
to drink? I thought about ordering a bottle of champagne. To
celebrate new beginnings.”
    I give him a sensual look as heat
radiates from my lady parts and in my sexiest voice I say, “To new
beginnings.” He smiles.
    A few minutes later, Cooper orders
our champagne and tells me to trust him in ordering our
dinner. As we wait, I learn that Cooper is executive adviser
at A.Werts . He
was born in Greensboro, North Carolina and at the age of 10 he and
his father moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. Cooper never mentions his
mother, so I did not pry. It is refreshing to see how relaxed and
open he is. I tell him about my family and how we are originally
from Newark, New Jersey. He seems impressed that I own a daycare
center. I tell him my father gave me 90% of the money, and informed
me that I needed to know what a struggle is. Cooper laughs at that
and our dinner arrives.
    They start us with a cheese fondue, with mini
bread loaves, sausage, and