October 20, 2006
*writing in my diary for the first time in ages*
On Tuesday night I met Mike at the Four Seasons bar for the first time since his council seat campaign began. It was nice sharing a drink, knowing we'd wind up sleeping together for the first time in over a month.
He laughed when I simply said, "You place or mine?"
He chose his place and his hands were all over me as soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb. I kept trying to at least have my clothes still on when we reached the Plaza hotel five blocks away. I managed to re-adjust my dress while he paid the cabbie so I looked at least presentable when he helped me out of the back seat of the taxi.
He had a bottle of my favorite Kendall Jackson chardonnay ready and waiting and lit a fire, both in the fireplace and quickly in me. We did it on the sofa, then again in his bed. He's just as talented there as he is he is in his job. I love him dearly.
*closing my diary with a click as it locks… tucking it away in my desk*
