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“You know, I realized that I never introduced myself,” he says. “My name is Luca.”
I offer up my hand. “I’m Sophie,” I say.
He looks down at the hand, his cheek dimpling as he grins. He leans in, hugging me to his body and whispers into my ear. “Sophie, can I interest you in a private drink?”
My heart flutters, and before I can say yes, or can tell my damn legs to start working, he pulls me along. We move through the crowd and glide up stairs behind a curtain I’ve never noticed. We come upon a locked door and he takes a set of keys from his pocket and opens up. We move into his office, and before I know it, we’ve gone from being surrounded by music and people to just the two of us.
“It gets a bit loud down there, doesn’t it?” he says.
I nod. Then realize he can’thearthat. “Yeah, totally,” I say. I am literally the biggest idiot this evening. “I really enjoyed tonight.”
He looks up from his drinks cabinet, smiling. “Yes, it has been a success. It’s the first time we’ve done this.” he hands me a drink and he takes a sip of his own. “I’ve only got rum up here. I hope that’s fine.”
“Rum is great,” I say. “My father imports rum.”
“Oh really?” he says. “Who with?”
I avoid the tricky family questions and walk to the window. “Do you often watch people here?” I ask.
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I’m not here often. I have a manager who runs Hush. But tonight I’m here because Piovere is here.”
“So you work for Piovere?” I say, my eyes bulging.
He chuckles. “You could say that.”
We talk about random things and laugh for the next half hour. The show ends and people begin exiting the building. There’s an after party somewhere else, Luca tells me. I nod, feeling comfortable just to watch people. The awkwardness that has plagued me all evening has finally disappeared with a few drinks. Eventually, we sit down on his couch, far away from the window.
“So you want to be a fashion designer, Sophie?” he says, putting a warm hand on my thigh.
“I do,” I sip my second drink. “There’s just something about creating a vision. You think of something, picture it, draw it, design it and make it! It’s just so—I don’t know— it’s—”
“Satisfying,” Luca says, his other hand propped up under his chin. He holds his own head so delicately. He’s tanned and has dark hair, but his eyes are even darker and more alluring.
His hand slides a bit higher, and I don’t mind. “Yeah,” I say, leaning towards him. “I mean, I’ve never really done any big designs. Nothing crazy.”
“We all must start somewhere,” he offers.
“Yeah,” I say. I feel like I’ve said yeah too much in the last five minutes. I lean a bit closer to him though. His lips look irresistible all of sudden.
“You know, I have to say, you’re a very beautiful woman Sophie,” he utters barely above a whisper. “You take words from me without me wanting to say them. You make me nervous.”
I swallow, my chest practically splits in half. “Me?”
“Do you know the power you have?” he asks.
He leans in and kisses me.
It. Is. Hot.
His lips press against mine and the feeling is electric. A tingle passes between us. His firm hands move up to my shoulders and arms, squeezing ever so gently. I lean against his lips and then pull back, gasping to breathe. I pull him back into me and we roll into the couch, our bodies pressing together. His scent is like heaven, his hands soft. His lips keep exploring mine, and soon I poke a tongue out and he reciprocates. Our energy doubles. I grab a hold of him. His body is taut. His muscles tighten. Something in me clicks and I change. I don’t feel so scared now, I feel sure of myself. Sure of what I want todo. Sure of what I want to notbeanymore.
His hand roves across my body and soon settles on my breast, squeezing my hard nipple in his fingers. I nervously reach down for him, feeling his rigid cock inside his pants. His member nudges in my hands. I giggle.
He pulls away, a smile at his lips. “Is something funny?”
“No,” I breathe. I feel him again. I bite my lip. He’s big. A sudden fear of if I can take him enters my head.Not like I’d know. Suddenly my mind goes into overdrive. I start overthinking. I mean, it’s not that I haven't wanted to have sex. I’ve explored with toys and masturbation. I’ve watched porn when no one was home. I’ve—
“Relax,” he says. “Your body is tight. We can have fun here before going to mine.”
