"Yeah so um, a tutor...would be great. Know anyone who teaches science well enough? My friends and I can't get the hang of it," Eclair said as the waitress was placing their orders.

Nodding approvingly, she was impressed at his selection. "Alfredo pasta. Good choice." It did sound appetizing. "So when did your family build this place?" Her leg twitched as Rick placed his hand on her knee. Biting her lip, she tried to stifle a very public moan. Instead, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling a bit. "And um...were you born here or somewhere else?"

Rick loved the look in her eyes when she noticed his hand on her knee. "In 1978. My grandpa started it first and then when he had his heart attack, sent it down to my parents. Then my dad and mom died in a car accident and left me with a bank full of money and this place to take care of," he answered as he leaned forward as he slid his hand up her knee a little more, but stopped in fear of her getting uncomfortable. "I was born in California when my parents were on vacation," he then answered. "What about you?" he then asked.

"I was born and raised here all my life. All seventeen years. My family moved houses, but other than that, the people I grew up with are still the people I hang out with." Silently, she was thanking her luck that the tablecloths were floor-length, otherwise other passersby may have very well noticed the intimate exchange going on beneath the table. She crossed her legs together, while Eclair's breathing became a little hyperventilated. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you lived alone." But he was quite lucky to have inherited such a fortune. "So besides being a teacher, you're a wealthy restaurateur? Why do you still teach? You could be jetsetting all over the world by now, huh?"

Jake immediately took his hand back and rested his back against the back of the booth's seat. "It's cool. I was lucky to be old enough to live on my own when they died or else I'd be an orphan," he said with a chuckle. "I love teaching. It's my life. But I'm just keeping this place alive because I know my father would have wanted it," he said as he nodded his head.

"So since you're the owner, you just come in whenever you want to check up on things?" She looked out the window to the surrounding lake. "Looks like your family picked a good place. I've never been to this part of town before. Is it where all the local socialites spend their time when they wanna get away from the city?" Eclair wanted to scoot closer to him, but maintained her distance. "And teaching is what you really love to do. Okay, so where do you live, here in the suburbs or more in the city?"

"I set a goal to come in and check on things at least twice a month," Rick said as he took a sip of his latte. Perfect. "Yes they did," he said with a smile. "From a few years of overseeing this place, mostly old couples, people who want to escape for an hour or two on the weekends, or even dates come here. We're mostly known for our wide variety of coffee choices," he told her. "I love teaching. I grew up always wanting to be a teacher. Then by high school I was thinking of being a writer. But when I got my Master's Degree in English I was offered a job as a substitute and here I am," he said with a charming smile.

"Okay, so nobody we know is actually here. Phew," she said, letting out a deep breath. The area did seem like a retirement community, if only a little bit. Why hadn't she noticed it earlier? Finally relaxing, she sat up straight and at ease. "Coffee blends are good. This is absolutely delicious," she commented, after taking a sip of her own drink. "So you wanted to be a writer at first, but you ended up teaching instead? Well, what kind of stuff were you interested in writing about?" Eclair figured this would all be in her "phone book" memory by the end of the night.

Rick smirked. "A reason why I chose here for our dinner," he said. "You wouldn't want to know what I wrote about...believe me," he answered as he looked away, knowing she might just know. He took another sip of his drink just as the waiter came back with their food. "Math is a hard subject. Don't expect too much from it," he warned her as he winked at her.

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "Oh come on. You couldn't possibly have been thinking of writing about me all your life. So you keep a journal. Most normal people do. But what did you write about before then?" she teased.

Eclair quickly said a polite thanks to the waitress as the alfredo pasta was placed in front of her. "This looks delicious," she said, poised to stick a fork in the food.

Rick chuckled at how cute and adorable she looked at the moment as he murmured his thanks to the waitress. "Ever heard of Aphrodisia books?" he asked as he grabbed the Catchup bottle and squirted some on his top burger bun and then taking a quick sip of his coke to make sure it was fizzy and not all watery due to how much ice was in the cup.

Eclair couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Aphrodisia?" she asked. "Wait, you're talking about...erotica...novels?" She blushed deeply. This wasn't a side of her teacher that she expected. "I read general romance novels but I've only picked up one of...well...those," she admitted. She felt like melting into her seat, but distracted herself with eating her dinner.

Rick smirked and chuckled before he bit into his burger. "Yes....I'm sorry if it seems like it was too much info to tell you...but you asked," he pointed out. "General romance novels? Have any favorites?" he then asked as he finally bit into his burger. It was perfection to his cravings for food period.

"Not of the Aphrodisia books. I have...an entire shelf of them, nearly eighty." Embarrassed, Eclair looked down. "I guess it was my substitute for not being able to have a boyfriend. My favorite writer is Brenda Joyce. If I had to pick one author it'd always be her." She shyly looked up at him. "So...you really write those kinds of books? Are they..." she hesitated, "based off your experience?" If they really were, she had to tighten her crossed legs even further, while those same strange feelings kept going off in her lower body.

Rick nodded as she spoke. "Excellent choice. My favorite in regular romance novels would have to be Patti O'Shea ((I don't know if I spelled her name right...)). She really knows how to include the best action and the hottest romance in one tiny book," he said.

"Uh..well only some. Most come from imagination," he said, not wanting to make Eclair feel uncomfortable if he said 'from fantasies'.

Then he noticed her looking uncomfortable. "Is something wrong...? Did I say something that made you uncomfortable...? Cause if I did, I'm apologize," he told her.

((Yeah I Googled her up, so I guess you got her name right. You're a 16 year old guy that knows about romance novels??))

"Action, huh? I've read some in that area, by Larissa Ione, but besides that, the ones on my shelf are general historical romance." She looked up at him quickly. "No, no, I'm fine," she said, putting her fork down. Lowering her voice, she decided to take a chance and say what was on her mind. "I just...really feel strangely attracted to you." She went even further by rubbing her leg against his under the table.

((my mom........>.>))

Rick nodded to her words. "Interesting," he replied. When she lowered her voice and told him those words, his cheeks blushed bright Scarlett as he felt her leg rub up against his. He let out a deep breathe and sighed, closing his eyes to get control of himself.

He then took his free and un-greasy hand and placed it under the table onto her knee out of ideas running through his mind. He shook his head at the thought of wanting to know what it'd be like to get fully satisfied. She's not even old enough yet! Get a hold of yourself, man! he screamed in his head.

((Hahaha, that's how I discovered 'em too! But when I was 8. I think I was severely corrupted after that, haha. No, just kidding. I did find hers when I was 8, but I didn't start reading my own till I was your age. Do you seriously read them too?))

Eclair smiled, liking the reaction she had elicited in her date. "I thought about writing, but I never am patient enough to sit down and actually write a novel," she said, still rubbing her leg against his and completely loving his hand on her knee. "And it was going to be around that kind of stuff." A seemingly-bright idea came to her mind. "You know...maybe I need an English tutor to help me write. Do you know anyone available, Mr. Hart?" She was completely oblivious to the battle between himself and his...other self, in his head.

((:lol: Nice. I got corrupted after my one girlfriend in 8th grade. Since she knew I loved reading books...she had me read a book called Addicted and then a book called Juicy. Both Aphrodishia books. -.- I got a little "what the hell!?" and tried out romance novels since she told me they were more mild. XD Loved them since))

Rick smiled, stifling back a small moan to let her know how badly she's teasing him. "Oh really now?" he asked, shocked she'd write that type of stuff. "You know, to write that type of stuff, you'd need the right inspiration and experience to know how to describe things," he said.

"I could tutor you," he blurted out of his mouth.

((OMG. Juicy...by Noelle Mack? Friggen I HAVE THAT BOOK! It's nowhere near my regular books, I hid it in a drawer because it's way too damn explicit! Hahaha, dude you're like, my new best friend. I'll make you my protegee. :P))

That was exactly the reaction she wanted. "Mr. Hart, I do believe you're blushing," she said, taking a sip of her Coke. "I thought I had inspiration, but never really got around to it. There's a lot of ideas running around through my head and I just can't put those thoughts to pages. It's kind of...hard." At his response to his suggested tutelage, Eclair nodded. "When are you free?"

((yes by Noelle Mack! I love that book so friggin much! :heart::drool: My ex can't know that though...she'll tease me :cry: And yay! Buddy! ^^))

Rick's smile left his face and embarrassment ran through him. "Umm...so?" he asked in a way that was supposed to make her laugh. "I'm free every day after school. Just not on weekends.

((ROFLMAO I was thinking of it yesterday. Not any of the explicit scenes, but the funny stuff. I pictured Vi like Meryl Streep as Miranda Priestly. And then she goes up and sells the company, like wtf?))

"And where do you go after school?" Eclair asked. Clearly, they couldn't meet up on school grounds where it was easy for them to be seen. She was going to have to start making excuses on missing out time with the other girls. Most especially, it was going to be difficult enough hiding this outing from her brother, though with him assuming she was with her friends, he couldn't really care less. She couldn't laugh - never knew the proper "timing" when it was appropriate. If her brother joked around, she usually just smacked him upside the head or something.

(LOL! XD Yeah, I know what you mean!))

Rick smiled. "I got home, of course," he said as he shrugged.

He could just imagine it. He would help 'tutor' her after school when she needed or wanted help and he could fix them a snack with his mad skills with the kitchen's cook book, and he would then drive her home. But whatever would happen, would be entirely up to Eclair.

Rick then cleared his throat when the waiter came back. "How are we doing? Do you guys need anything?" she asked nicely.

"Uh...nothing, thank you," he said pollitely, trying to hide the fact that he was flustered.

((I'm glad I have someone to talk about it with now though, along with other novels.))

She shook her head. "We're fine," she said to the waitress. It was difficult to get a conversation going in such a public place. Granted, at least she was anonymous there, but Rick was well-known, given the fact that he was the owner of the restaurant. Eclair gritted her teeth a bit in an annoyed smile until the waitress left them alone. "After dinner, can we like, take a walk somewhere where nobody goes?" Her mind was on the lake near them.

((me too...I was gonna ask what's your favorite scene in the book, but I don't know if that seems a bit too much info to get))

Rick smiled. "Sure. There's a secluded path that goes into a really tiny forest and goes onto a little rock shore looking over the beach we can walk to. How long are you allowed to stay out tonight?" he asked her as he ran his hand a little up her leg.

((The one where Jaz rescues Rocco and Vi from their boat. That and the part where I learned about a golden parachute, because believe it or not, I got asked "What is a golden parachute?" during one of my Intro to Business Law classes last semester on the final. Seeeeee...this book teaches you things!))

Eclair bit her lip and threw her head back against the top of the booth seat. "My...parents...are gone for the weekend, but my brother things I'm just gonna sleep over at Sherri's place. He doesn't care if I'm gone," she informed. The petite girl wanted so badly to kiss him, but with the staff being informed that she was one of Rick's students, that would have been poor judgment on her part. "There's a beach here too? You've got a lake...and a beach. What else do they have up here?"