16 Date

For a moment I blatantly zone out staring at the girl, then snap out of it and jump up to pull out her chair and help her sit down.

When she settles at the table, from behind her and from the height of my own body, I take another look at her twins from a different angle.

Fuuuuck! And how the hell am I supposed to look her in the eyes now?!

I quickly drop into my seat so Ann doesn’t notice how my joy at seeing her has already started gaining momentum. She smiles slightly with a perfect white-toothed smile while her gaze runs over me in return.

Good thing I worked out today! I know I’m irresistible, but now my muscles are even more defined!

For a couple of seconds we just look at each other without saying anything, as if studying each other for the first time. Her eyes make me nervous, because they look so piercingly, straight into the deepest hidden places.

“You look absolutely stunning,” I give the girl a sincere compliment, and she blushes slightly, lowering her eyes.

“Thank you.”

A waiter approaches and we place our order. Ann didn’t play shy and ordered food like a normal person, not some half-dead little bird. So she definitely goes to the gym and doesn’t sit on stupid diets.

Devouring the beauty with my eyes, I suddenly notice an unexpected detail.

“You have a tattoo?” I nod toward the brunette’s arm, and she immediately runs her other hand over it, as if checking whether the image is still there.

On the inside of her forearm there was an image of a black panther, gracefully creeping forward, baring its teeth in a predatory stare.

“Oh, yes,” Ann looks at me shyly, smiling.

“I have tattoos too. A lot.”

“I can see that,” the girl shifts her gaze to my neck and swallows strangely. And more than anything in the world I want her lips to be there on my neck instead of her eyes.

She can see it! That’s just a drop in the ocean! My entire torso and arms are covered with works of art. If she has a tattoo, then she’s into that kind of thing and will appreciate it. Another plus point!

“Why a panther?” I ask, and the girl thinks for a moment.

“Well, when Kirill’s father left us, I got this tattoo as a reminder that I’m alone in this world now and have to stand on my own.”

“But you’re not alone. You have a wonderful son,” I look at the beauty gently.

“Yes. But it’s also a reminder that he only has me, and I’ll tear for us with claws and teeth. I simply have to be strong.”

“You don’t look like someone so bloodthirsty at first glance,” I laugh at her exaggerated threat, because the girl is impossibly gentle and sweet. Just how badly must someone have disappointed her once for thoughts like that to appear?

“Sometimes circumstances force you,” Ann shrugs. “I don’t let anyone wipe their feet on me anymore.”

Damn! Now that’s an unconscious stone thrown in my direction. I never planned to wipe my feet on her, but my lie could become a serious problem. She simply built such walls around herself that I couldn’t jump over them, so I had to resort to that lie.

Our food arrives and we start eating it, chatting casually and sipping delicious wine. The conversation stays on neutral topics, like favorite movies and hobbies.

It turns out Ann loves dancing and studied ballet for quite a long time as a child. Now I understand her sculpted figure and the majestic grace in every movement. And that must mean she’s got flexibility too…

And once again my thoughts run off into the horizontal plane with this girl. I can’t help my imagination and desires. As soon as I picture her slender legs spread wide apart, my dick starts itching impatiently in my pants.

Talking with Ann was surprisingly easy. It felt as if she understood me with half a word. A pleasant conversationalist, smart, beautiful, and with quite a subtle sense of humor.

With every passing minute I became more and more enchanted. And by the end of the evening I was already sure I didn’t want to screw things up with her. For the first time in my life I wanted to try something serious with someone. However, my lie makes its own adjustments…

So I decided to follow my own plan and strategy, which is to win the girl over and make her fall in love with me. And later, when our relationship becomes trusting, I’ll confess everything honestly, explain myself, and crawl at her feet begging for forgiveness and understanding. There’s no way back for me. I won’t give up. Not with her.