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Mattheo
She likes me, I can tell. Not crazy about me or anything like that-yet. But it’s a step in the right direction.
I’m so happy inside that I’m about to explode, but then I focus up. I have one more thing to say.
"Hey, before we leave, I wanted to ask if you would be my plus one to an art gallery event in a couple of days?" I flash her smile that no woman can resist.
She turns to face me, and I can see that she’s melting inside.
"I might be interested, if you can talk me into it over another glass of wine," she plays and walks back to the table while I pull her chair out, allowing room for her to sit down.
"Absolutely." I feel as if my chest is betraying the racing heartbeat behind it.
Like a cat that finally got his mouse, I take my seat and call for the waiter to take an order.
"Do you still want pinot noir?"
"That's perfect," she says, almost purring while retrieving some lipstick from her purse, and slathering it on her lips.
As I order two glasses of wine, I watch her smear the rich color over her lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them.I would have more than just a kiss.
"So, about the gallery?"
The waiter has brought our wine and I tip the glass and raise an eyebrow at her.
"The artist is an up-and-coming Rembrandt of sorts. Interesting work, I must say."
She tips her glass to me and replies.
"Of course. I'd love to be your plus one," she sips the wine and I can see a mischievous look flash in her eyes.
"I love art. Craft comes in many forms. Music, canvas, sculpture, jewelry, words. Sarcasm is my favorite art form. It's like punching someone without them knowing," she laughs, and it sounds like music to my ears.
She definitely has that art form down.
I can see her attraction for me in the way her body moves, and I can't help but wonder if she feels it anywhere else. My dick starts to become hard under the table and I try hard to fight him down, covering it with my napkin. I am thankful she can't see it.
Something about her is just so arousing and mysterious.
"I'll pick you up, say around six?" I finish my wine and call for William to bring the car around.
She finishes her glass and sets it down.
"That's perfect. It gives me enough time to fancy myself up," she flashes a wickedly seductive grin in my direction.
Her eyes say more than her smile.I can't imagine her being any more beautiful or sexy than she already is.
"Can I give you a ride home?" I ask, extending my hand and helping her from her seat.
She’s radiant, and all I want is to take her home and ravish her right now.
But I can't. Formalities first. I love her sarcasm and the witty way she banters at my statements. Not to mention that tireless body and all of her curves.
"Certainly, if you behave yourself."
She looks at me with fire in her eyes and steps aside, moving her hand up my arm.
"Thank you, by the way."
