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  She liked it shaved silky smooth, except for a tiny tuft above her mound. Since she hadn't had a lover for a while, she hadn't felt the urge to keep up with regular maintenance. It was nice to have it all soft again. She ran a finger over the silky lips and a shiver ran through her. She slid her finger down between her pussy lips and smiled to herself realizing the slippery evidence of her attraction and arousal to him.

  She completed showering, stepped out, and covered her body in a perfumed body butter. She slipped on a bright blue thong and a short pale green sundress with spaghetti straps and a deep dipping neckline, showing off abundant cleavage. She intentionally did not wear a bra.

  She realized he might be coming back any second. A shiver ran through her and her nipples became hard again. It was 28 degrees Celsius inside the cabin.

  While drying her long, dark chestnut hair, she heard the screen door close and heard Ryan call hesitantly into the cabin, "Hello...? Knock knock..."

  Zoey walked out of the bathroom and into the main room, still drying off her hair, responding playfully, "Who's there?"

  Ryan stopped in his tracks when he saw her. A look of deep hunger crossed his eyes as his stare traveled over her body. She noticed his stare lingered for a second on her firm nipples before returning to her face. The deep look was quickly replaced by a broad warm smile, but he wasn't so subtle that time.

  She looked him over as well. His hair was combed. His face was clean. He was wearing a blue short-sleeve button down shirt and black shorts. She noticed the faint hint of his cologne.

  "Who's there?" she repeated, waiting for him to notice on the old childhood joke. Ryan stared at her with a questioning look in his eyes. She draped the towel over the rear of a chair and ran her hands through her wet hair. He just watched her, quietly.

  "You're supposed to be telling a knock knock joke," she said, grinning, "you used to love those things." He finally understood and grinned back.

  "Oh," he said, smiling awkwardly. "Cabernet Sauvignon," he said, presenting the wine bottle to her, over his forearm with a little flourish, the way waiters did in high end restaurants.

  He slid off his sandals by the door, walked forward toward her, and handed her the bottle he'd brought. She looked at the label. It read M. Chapoutier 2000 Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. She furrowed her brow. She read it several times to persuade herself she was reading it correctly. Yes, the year on the wine bottle was 2000.

  "This is a 10 year old bottle of wine," she said, disbelieving, thinking it may belong to his parents. "We shouldn't drink this. It must be really expensive."

  "Meh." He shrugged his shoulders, "I bought it when I went to France a few years ago. It is amazing with steak. I mean, amazing. Besides I can't think of anyone I'd rather share it with."

  She grinned brightly. It occurred to her that the year 2000 was the last point she had seen him.

  Chapter Seven

  "You went to the France?" Zoey asked.

  "Yeah," Ryan said as he stepped forward and grabbed the corkscrew and decanter off the shelf. She gently placed the bottle in front of him on the dining table, which took up over a quarter of the main room of the tiny cottage. He pulled a little metal device from his pocket, and continued, "It was during the spring of 2008. I went with a few of my friends. We had an incredible wine tour. We visited several wineries in a week. I spent way too much, but it was so worth it. I still have several of the bottles I bought on that trip. I think I'm still paying off the credit card bill, too." She laughed.

  While he talked, she switched between watching his face and his hands as he skilfully uncorked the bottle, put the little metal tool on top of the decanter and poured the wine through it. The deep red liquid spilled slowly down the sides of the decanter and then swirled and pooled in the bottom. Little bubbles appeared in the wine and then vanished.

  "What's that?" she asked.

  "Oh this?" he gestured at the metal device. She nodded. "It's a diffuser. It helps to aerate the wine. It makes up for not letting it breathe. Normally I'd uncork a wine such as this the day before I was planning to serve it."

  "So you're like a wine connoisseur, huh?"

  "Well I'd like to be. Unfortunately, I have tastes far beyond my wealth," he said regretfully, then perked up and added, "I toured France's wineries in Loire and Burgundy. I'd like to return and visit the southern wine regions. And go to Portugal, and Italy, and Spain, and Chile, and Argentina, and Australia...." He looked up as he finished pouring the wine carefully through the diffuser. "Well you get the idea," he said grinning.

  He grabbed the two largest wine glasses from the shelf and filled each glass about half way. He gave one to her and raised his.

  "Cheers," she said, raising her glass to his and grinning into his expressive deep blue eyes. She felt a little flutter in her stomach as their eyes connected.

  "Cheers," he responded, and lightly touched his glass to hers, holding her stare. The tremble in her stomach spread throughout her pelvic region and centred between her thighs.

  She took a sip and the flavour flooded her mouth. It was delicious. She watched as he swirled the wine in his glass, looking at it. Then he placed his nose in the glass and inhaled deeply before taking a drink. Then he did that thing with his mouth that she'd seen other wine connoisseurs do. She wasn't certain what it was, but it made a very gentle slurping sound. Then he took another sip and smiled.

  "Ah yes. Even better than I remember," he said.

  "I think this is the best wine I've ever had," she said and then added, "thank you for sharing it with me." He shrugged like it was nothing, but his smile broadened, and that happy light entered his eyes again. He was truly glad it had pleased her.

  "I've got a few even better wines in my collection at home. However, my collection is still pretty small. I've only been collecting wines for a couple of years, and I don't have the funds to spend on it like some of the people I know. I don't even have a wine cellar. It's just in a small closet in my apartment."

  Zoey laughed, thinking how odd it was for a 22-year-old guy to have a wine collection at all. She looked at his deep blue eyes again. The term sexy sprung up from the back of her mind. She had to look away to keep from blushing, so she stared into her wine glass.

  She took another sip, savouring the taste briefly on her tongue, swallowed, and asked thoughtfully, "How much is wine like this worth?"

  He thought about it for a moment and said, "It was cheaper when I bought it a few years ago, but I think it would probably cost... hm... maybe 95 or 100 now."

  "What? A bottle?" she asked, surprised, her eyebrows raised.

  He laughed and shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yep," he said, and then changed the subject. Taking a few steps toward the small kitchen, he asked, "so what did you want to do with the steaks?" he questioned.

  "I was just going to barbeque them with a side of roasted vegetables. I've got a barbeque wok around here."

  "Great," he said gladly. As she began pulling mushrooms, zucchini, and peppers from the fridge, he looked the cupboards.

  Chapter Eight

  Zoey watched Ryan as he found a small bowl and started pulling ingredients out of the cupboards; garlic, herbs, olive oil. He kept searching for something, but didn't find what he was looking for and shut the cupboards. He walked around behind where she was placing the cutting board and vegetables, and took a whisk and garlic press from the drawer. The kitchen was very small, and the dining table was virtually in their way. There was hardly any space for two people to move around each other.

  As he returned to the bowl he was working on, he brushed past her. The contact caused a tingle to run through her, and they both paused and stared at each other for a long moment. She shivered, causing her nipples to harden again. He noticed and smiled momentarily. Then he returned to his workspace and swiftly picked up his glass, taking a long sip of his wine. She drank some more too, stealing glimpses at him. He crushed the garlic into the bowl and began adding other seasoning.

 
He opened the fridge and a little whooshing noise escaped his mouth. She grinned. She'd often complained that the fridge and cupboards at her family cottage were not well stocked. It was odd because the storeroom at her house in the city was always full. He grabbed a bottle of olive oil and a bottle of balsamic dressing and added a small amount of each to the bowl. She watched his hands and forearms as he tilted the bowl and began skilfully whisking the ingredients together.

  "So what do you do?" Zoey asked as she finished chopping peppers into slices and dumped them into a large mixing bowl before starting on the zucchini.

  "Well...I'm a chef," he replied, hesitantly. Well that clarifies how he knows his way around a kitchen so well, she thought to herself.

  "Seriously? That's so cool. Any restaurant I may know of?" She picked up her wine and took another sip.

  "Well..." he looked slightly embarrassed. She gazed at him and wondered if he was uncomfortable because it was some dive. Waiting for him to respond, she sipped some more wine.

  Finally he replied, "Reds."

  Zoey nearly choked on her wine. "Reds?" she cried, "Reds Bistro and Wine Bar?" She knew it was one of the best bistros in the city, with a spectacular wine collection.

  "Yeah," he said indifferently. "I'm not the head chef though," he quickly added.

  "Holy!" Zoey said. "I've been there only once and it was when my company was entertaining a big client. It was incredible."

  "Oh, what do you do?" He seemed thankful to be able to move the conversation away from his profession.

  "I'm a communications consultant, among other things," she responded.

  "Oh yeah? What exactly does a communications consultant do?" he questioned.

  "Primarily I get paid to write and talk a lot," she said giggling, "and educate others how to write better and advance their public presentation and speaking skills. My business does individual consulting for executives at our client companies, and we hold courses on business presentation and writing skills for their workforce."

  "Wow. Impressive," Ryan mused.

  "It sounds more interesting than it is, but I enjoy it most of the time," she smirked as she finished chopping the last of the zucchini and started on the mushrooms.

  Ryan pulled out another cutting board and a knife, and started cutting onions -- with far greater talent and accuracy than she was demonstrating on the mushrooms.

  Zoey continued, "Some of the clients are real pricks however. You know... they are executive types. They think they already know everything, but often they are terrible at public speaking. I always question 'if you believe you're already so great at this, then why did you hire us?'" Ryan laughed knowingly at that.

  "I think we get those same customers in the restaurant," he said nodding.

  Zoey grinned at him nodding. "No doubt," she replied, and continued, "anyway, at least I've had the opportunity to travel a little on the company's funds, so that is pretty neat. They've sent me to Edmonton, Chicago, Calgary, Boston, Dallas and Quebec."

  "Wow that's awesome. I'm a little jealous," Ryan said grinning in a way that indicated he was mostly joking.

  "Well it's not France," she said, raising her eyebrow. He smiled. "And truthfully, sometimes I have to fly in and out pretty hastily due to my schedule, so I don't have time to discover the city much. Whenever I can, however, I try to plan to spend an extra day or two." Ryan nodded and took another sip of his wine.

  "Well I really wish they would send me to the California or Florida offices during the winter season. Now that would be something." She looked up at him, smirked and rolled her eyes, as she poured the mushrooms into the large bowl and he poured the onions in.

  Ryan then poured the small mixture he'd created over the vegetables and stirred to coat them thoroughly. It smelled magnificent. While he did that, she cleaned up the vegetable scraps and washed the cutting boards and knives. She took another long sip of wine. Her face was starting to feel warm, and it was not from the scorching heat of the air.

  Chapter Nine

  Zoey looked over at Ryan. "Ryan, what was that thing you did when you first tried the wine?" she asked.

  "Oh, you have not ever been taught how to taste wine?" he asked. She shook her head, and his smile stretched as someone who is passionate about something gets to teach it to someone else. That glow appeared in his eyes again.

  "Here let me demonstrate. Pick up your wine glass." Zoey did, and since it was nearly finished, Ryan stepped closer to her, taking the bottle, and filled both their glasses again. He placed the now half empty bottle down delicately on the table.

  He had an excited look in his eyes. His voice was calm and encouraging. "Drinking fine wine is a sensual experience. If you're paying for it, you don't want to just guzzle it down, right?" She nodded.

  "You want to relish it," he continued. "First you hold the glass up to the light and look at it. Then you swirl it and just view it for a moment. See how it moves? See its colour's richness? It's so deep, it's almost purple. See the legs on it? Those are the little streams of alcohol that skim down the side of the glass after you swirl it. The higher the content of alcohol, the longer the legs stay on the side of the glass."

  "Oh, I never realized that," she said. She did as he told her and watched the little rivers of rich red liquid drizzle down the side of the glass. He watched her closely.

  "Now put your nose near the edge of the glass and breath in slowly as you bring the glass closer to your nose. What do you smell?"

  Zoey did as he said, and her eyes opened wide. "Hm. Oh! Berries?" she said. Ryan nodded and smiled, that glow burning in his eyes again.

  "What else?" Ryan asked. She brought her nose back to the glass, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

  "Seems like spices? Vanilla? Is that possible?" He nodded again, grinning.

  "It's amazing how the aroma can smell like something other than grapes," she said. He smiled more widely. A passionate teacher is always happy to have an eager student.

  "Now we're going to taste it." She raised the glass to her lips. He lifted his eyebrows and added, "But hold on. Don't just put it in your mouth and swallow. You're going to sip a little into your mouth and hold it there. Let it roll around in your mouth, over and underneath your tongue. Experience it. Taste it all over all your taste buds. Then, keeping the wine in your mouth, open your lips a little and breath in letting the breath out through your nose. You'll be able to smell it a lot better than just placing your nose in the glass. Now this is the difficult part, you're going to hold the wine in your mouth, purse your lips and kind of slurp or suck air through it. It takes a while to get it correctly. Here, I'll show you."

  Ryan sipped some wine, swirled it around, and then breathed in through his mouth and exhaled through his nose. Then he pursed his lips and sucked air through the thin opening. He made that quiet little slurping sound. Zoey watched him attentively and all she could think about was how sexy he looked with his lips pursed like that. She had an overpowering urge to kiss him. He placed his wine glass down, and said, "Now you try it."

  "Ok, I'll give it a go, but don't laugh if I choke and dump your delicious expensive wine all over myself." Raising an eyebrow and smiling a mischievous grin, Ryan looked almost intrigued at the thought of that happening. The look passed quickly and was replaced with a reassuring smile.

  "You'll be alright," he assured her.

  Zoey took a little wine in her mouth and rolled it around. She was surprised. Since she was really focusing on it, she could detect different tastes on different parts of her tongue. Vanilla and blackberries and something that tasted almost like the rosy sweetness of red peppers. It was astonishing to her that it could taste like so many things other than grapes. She imagined it would taste fantastic with the grilled steak.

  Then she breathed in through her mouth, and exhaled through her nose. She could smell the aromas in ways she never had before. Then she tried to purse her lips and breath air in through the wine. S
he slurped considerably louder than Ryan, but her eyes grew as new tastes she hadn't noticed flooded her mouth and new aromas flooded her nose.

  He smiled widely seeing the realization come across her face. She grinned, too, before completely swallowing, causing a little wine to trickle out the side of her mouth.

  Ryan's hand came to the rescue quickly and wiped the drop of wine off the edge of her mouth with his thumb. The touch was exhilarating to her. Her heart rate sped up instantly, she gasped slightly, and a visible shiver ran through her. His stunning blue eyes locked on hers as his thumb remained on the side of her mouth and slid softly, slowly across her bottom lip while remaining fingers came up to gently caress her chin with such care.