36 — Saturday, finally
I look at the dress Julian handed me earlier and asked me to wear at 8pm. He didn't give me any further instructions; he just told me to put it on. And now that I'm looking at it on my body, the way the cloth fits my curves perfectly and highlights my waist and hips, I see that he made a great choice. It's a shiny, black dress with a huge slit in the leg, which opens into a long skirt, almost touching the floor. The heart-shaped neckline makes my breasts shape up and attract attention.
But what really matters is underneath it… the lingerie I bought especially for Julian is on my body, waiting to be seen again. And since Julian has created such high expectations for what's awaits me, I can't help but feel anxious, burning with desire to feel him again… Because since he made me cum in his office, he hasn't touched me even once.
It's looks like three days without Julian's touch are extremely distressing.
Now that I look in the mirror, with my heart beating desperately, anxiety bubbles in my veins, all I want is to see him soon… But the minutes don't seem to pass, eternally stuck at 7:55pm.
Ding — I hear the doorbell of my apartment, to my relief.
I rush to answer it, unable to control my excitement, and when open it, I immediately smell the typical scent of Julian's cologne, and my heart speeds up… Because Julian is simply handsome with black clothes that match mine. We even look like a couple…
Taking a deep breath, I push away this kind of forbidden thought. Julian and I are not a couple, we're friends with benefits. I can't forget that, or mix the pleasure of my body with the feelings of my heart.
That's why I open a smile when I see him and pretend that my mind isn't chaotic, and that there's only the warmth of lust in me. But it's hard to do that because Julian moves closer, holding under my back, depositing a kiss on my lips like it's the most natural thing to do, like this is our new normal.
“You look fantastic.” He caresses my face, then moves his hand down to touch mine, intertwining our fingers, “Shall we? I've reserved a table at that restaurant in the Midnight Hotel.”
“Restaurant?” I don't hide my surprise; this is the first time I'm hearing about a restaurant. And Julian seems to enjoy my reaction, as a smug smile rises to his lips.
“Yes, a restaurant. We're going on a date today, Angel.”
*A date?*
Oh, dear… this is getting more and more complicated.
***
Julian is sitting across from me, chatting with the maître like they were old friends. They're talking about the wine ordered, engaging in an apparently amusing conversation, as the man in the impeccable suit has a gigantic smile on his lips. And it causes me a sudden discomfort… a feeling that I definitely wouldn't want to be feeling.
The maître makes mention of pouring me the wine, but Julian stops him with an elegant gesture and discreet smile, “You can leave it to me, Martin…. Thank you.”
The man walks away, leaving us alone at that table next to a large window that shows New York City as background. I extend my glass to Julian, who pours me the wine; the way the red liquid dances down the glass makes me even more apprehensive. Julian seems… comfortable.
“You seem to be used to it.” I can't control my tongue, which flicks, but I regret it the next moment because Julian is giving me a cocky smile.
“Really?” He fills my cup halfway, then goes to pour himself, “I'm trying to impress you.”
I give a sarcastic laugh, “Is that how you get into women's panties?”
Julian looks somewhat surprised and says with a playful tone, “No… I don't need this, it's naturally part of my charm.”
Indeed, Julian is extremely charming… the way his blond hair is combed back, but a few straight strands insist on falling on his forehead, under his slightly thick eyebrows… and also the intensity of his green eyes, which are dark but bright… It's really striking. No wonder that he needs nothing more than his looks and manner to win a woman over.
And that makes me even more uncomfortable.
“You don't believe me?” He looks at me teasingly.
“I don't know, you look very familiar with the maître.” I cross my arms, not looking away from his, “I think you've come here a few times.”
“Yes, I have.” He tilts his head slightly, “But this is the first time I've ever brought a woman here.”
Oh, my God… My heart has definitely missed a beat.
I fight against my lips that wish to open a silly smile, even though Julian is smiling, probably noticing how pleased I am with his answer.
“And why did you bring me here?” I ask, unable to resist the curiosity, the strong beats of my heart that long for something to melt into. And I know from the intensity of Julian's gaze, from the way his eyes shine like stars, that I'm about to combust.
“I wanted it to be special.” He says, setting the wine bottle down in the center of the table, relaxing his back in the chair. “Your first time.”
I open my lips, but the voice is completely gone.
“Things didn't go as planned, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy tonight, right?” He brings the cup to his lips and takes a generous sip, as if thirsty. I watch the way his Adam's apple moves, seducing my eyes.
“What did you have planned?” I ask, feeling a shiver run through my body.
Julian lowers his cup, keeping his eyes on me. The atmosphere of the place leaves me with anticipation burning in my skin, between my legs. It's like Julian can warm me up just by being there, in front of me, almost like we're touching, even though there's a table between us.
“Well, first I'd buy you dinner and a nice wine, so you'd be more relax…” His voice is low and deep. “And I'd be completely seduced watching your lips touch that glass, thinking about how I'd like to feel them on my cock.”
I swallow dryly, feeling his voice practically caress and shiver my skin.
Unconsciously, I bring the cup to my lips and take a discreet sip of the wine — which makes his smile widen, mischievous, as if he enjoys the game we're playing.
“Then I'd take you to the room I booked and fuck you all night.” He moistens his lips, drawing my eyes, which mimic his movements without my noticing. “I would promise to be gentle…. But I know that's in vain…. I lose control when I'm with you.”
I breathe sharply, feeling my lungs inflate to their peak.
It's hot in here, huh…
I clear my throat, taking another sip of the wine.
“And that's what I planned for today.” He tilts his head slightly, with a cocky smile on his lips.
“That sounds like a lot of work… Why go that far?” I ask, expecting an answer that unsatisfied me, practically begging for something to throw cold water on my body, to turn my blood to ice.
But…
“You're worth it, Angel.”
Damn.
I swallow hard.
My heart is beating very, very fast. And as much as I know that staring into those green eyes will make me surrender completely, I can't turn away from them. I am completely trapped,
Upside down.
“You deserve the best.” Julian leans toward me, resting his arms on the table, completely breaking the etiquette of the five-star restaurant.
And at that moment, looking at me like this, in that nonchalant posture, Julian seems like a boy… so different from the serious man at work, the man who likes to tease me — and so different from the man who dominates when he's on top of me.
Apparently, I like this side too.
“Well, but I'm kind of clumsy with these things… going on dinner, dates, it's not something that's in my expertise.” He gives a half-shy smile, and it makes my face warm. “But you're worth the try.”
I think I'm dying.
“So…” He rests his head on his fist above the table, “Do you want to go straight to the second part of my planning? I can't take it anymore, I need to feel you **now**.”
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