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Our eyes locked again and we said nothing. Just gazed. I knew what I was thinking. I hoped he was thinking the same.
How long had we been here? I’d look at my phone, but that would involve not staring into his eyes for a full two seconds, and right now, that was just too long.
I reckoned we’d been here about fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty?So, how long do you think is reasonable to wait before suggesting we leave this bar and head back to his place? Is twenty-five minutes too soon? Would that be considered too slutty or desperate?
Okay. Forty-five minutes. If I really, really tried, I could hang on for another twenty-five minutes. Just…
An hour?Seriously, Reasanna. That’s pushing it. I mean, it’s not like we’ve just met. Technically, I’ve known him for eight months. That’s the equivalent to two centuries in this fast-paced, new-age dating world.
Furthermore, think about it: if that weekend in Florence had gone to plan, there would be zero waiting. We would have met and got straight down to it. So why torture myself? You only live once, right? If I see something I want, Ihaveto go for it.
The waiter brought over our drinks. Lorenzo sadly had to break our gaze as the waiter put the bill down on the table.
I reached in my bag for my purse. I should at least offer to go Dutch.
‘No, no. I will pay,’ he insisted as he reached into his pocket, took out his beaten black leather wallet, slipped out his card and handed it to the waiter. Once he’d tapped it on the contactless reader, he turned back to me and gave me a sexy smile. Oh, Ilovedhis smile.
I took a large gulp of my drink. He mirrored this. And then, holy crap.
He just licked his lips.
Oh my goodness. Just like in Italy, it sent me crazy. My heart was beating so fast and I could already feel the tingles of anticipation between my legs…
I took another giant gulp of my drink. I couldn’t wait any longer. Who was I trying to prove something to or impress? This wasmylife. I didn’t care what people thought. I answered to myself. And tonight, I was going to do what I damn well pleased.
‘So, Lorenzo,’ I said, doing my tilty head seduction move. ‘What did you say your place is like?’
‘It is small,’ he said, pushing his hands together with a tiny gap in between to indicate the miniature size. ‘It is, how do you say? Studio? Bedroom, kitchen and sofa in one room. Then there is a little bathroom with a shower and toilet. But I like.’
‘Shoreditch isn’t that far from here in a taxi,’ I said, part asking, part making a statement. ‘How would you like to show it to me?’
Yep, bring on the head tilting, eyelash fluttering and sexy smiling.I placed my hands on top of his, which were resting on the wooden table, and started stroking them gently.
‘Mmm, mmm,’ he said, smiling, receiving myI want you, nowmessage loud and clear. ‘I likevery muchto show you my place. You want to go tonight?’ he asked.
I glanced at my phone: 19.07. Not bad. I’d held out for thirty-seven minutes. No, no. Never mind the fact that we hadn’t sat down at the table until 18.40ish. That didn’t matter.
‘I would lovevery muchto go tonight,’ I confirmed. ‘Why don’t we gonow?’ I suggested as I seductively licked my red lips.
‘Now?’ he said, clearly surprised at my boldness. ‘Mmm. Sophia, I like this idea very much.’
He downed his drink in one, slamming the glass on the table, and I did the same. We pushed our chairs back and stood up, all the while transfixed on each other, then rushed towards the door.
There was a crowd of people outside smoking, and once we’d navigated through them, I looked left, then right along the roadside to hail down a black cab. Perfect. One indicated and pulled over.
‘What’s the name of the road you live on, Lorenzo?’ I asked as I opened the door of the taxi and climbed in.
‘Hanford Street,’ he replied, getting in after me, his eyes fixated on my bum.
‘Hanford Street,’ I said to the driver. ‘As quick as you can, please!’ The driver glanced in his rear-view mirror and smiled. I think somehow he could sense the sexual tension and knew precisely why we were in a hurry…
I’d barely fastened my seat belt before Lorenzo’s lips were planted firmly on mine and he’d started to kiss me.
Oh yes. Nowthat’swhat I’m talking about…
He began thrusting his tongue in my mouth, and he tasted delicious. Just like in Tuscany, Lorenzo kissed me like his life depended on it.
He couldn’t have been worried about safety as by now he’d unfastened his seat belt and half of his body was pressed against mine, whilst his left hand made its way up my thigh with a sense of urgency, until…
