Chapter 9: Just getting started

I hear a click of footsteps on the stairs and look up to see the most beautiful woman in the world, my breath is taken from me as my mouth hangs open automatically in absolute awe of her brilliance.

What a fabulous dress, yet again, she never ceases to surprise me, every outfit fitted her perfectly like they were made for her and only her, she could wear a pillowcase and still be the most attractive woman alive. She could turn hay to silk with a glance of her gaze and melt an iceberg with a touch of her finger. My god, I think I've fallen for her, more than that, I'm obsessed, transfixed and at her mercy, I am hers to do with as she like, ide gladly be her puppet.

I brought back to reality when she stops halfway down the stairs and looks at me bewildered the speaks in a slightly hushed voice "um, why are you wearing that?" Ahh I see, I should have told get a dress code... That is totally on me, my bad. "well um the thing is... Don't worry about that, lets go and you will soon find out" I say, I did not want to ruin the surprise but more importantly did not want her to dress out of the clothes and put her efforts to waste.

POV Flo

His lack of information and clothing choice made me a little nervous. Had I got this wrong, was this never really a date after all? He was dressed in relaxed cargo pants and a plain t-shirt not to mention his steel cap boots... He looked mouth watering I won't lie but he definitely didn't look like he was going on a date. Carlos placed his hand on my lower back sending shivers up my spine as he guided me out of the doorway "yet again you look stunning" Carlos purrs into my ear.

We must have looked absolutely ridiculous to people passing by, we go quite a few stares. "don't worry, they're looking at you, not me. I don't think they've ever seen an angel before" he whispers beside me, his hand never leaving the base of my back, searing a print on my skin. "you exaggerate, I think they're goggling at he fact that I'm dressed a little too fancy compared to my companion" I try to laugh out though the redness of my face deceives me, "I can assure you I am not exaggerating" Carlos exclaims as he squeezes my waist a little in reassurance.

We eventually reach a building where Carlos stops and looks at me a little amused. I look at Carlos then at the building and back again, not sure whether to believe him or not. I plant my palms on my face and laugh, "well, this is definitely not what I was expecting but I'm up for a challenge".

The place in front of us was a pottery studio... probably the worst place for a woman dressed in finery.

Sorry Marcel but I don't think the dress you bought me will come back looking quite so "fabulous".

"Ciao Louis, sono la mia amica Flo di cui ti ho parlato e che si sarebbe unita a me oggi." Carlo bellows out to a man inside the pottery, his hands covered in clay as well as his clothes, giving me a slight insight to what was to come.

"Here Flo take a seat at this turn table and I will get things ready for you" Carlo calls out to me as he grabs an apron and loops it over my head, he ties the back and motions to the seat. Carlo leaves me seated while he goes to grab a few tool then thumps a huge clump of play on my turntable in front of me "this is your masterpiece" he says with his hands on his hips already smothered in clay, a slight smirk on his lips. I roll my eyes and try the laugh it off, I can feel the eyes of the other man beside me ogling me up and down, probably going red in the face from holding in his laughter at my ridiculous choice of clothing.

"Right ok... so now what do I do?" I ask feeling a little out of place. Carlo pulls up a chair beside me and instructs on how to use the foot peddle while keeping my hands either side of the clay and every so often wetting my hands to form some sort of shape. When my clay begins to wobble and fly off into different directions, Carlos hands find mine to steady the movement, we laugh together while struggling to create a usable object. After a while of moulding and shaping out my clay with a lot of help from Carlo, I present my finished piece, a lopsided vase, many a dent and quite the opposite of smooth. Well I'm not too sure I'd call it a masterpiece but for a first timer, I'm pretty chuffed with myself. Carlo placed the vase in a kiln to be fired.

"There's a spare set of clothing in the back if you'd like to change out of your dirtied clothes" Carlo points out, a little too late, "why didn't you say so before we'd started on the clay!" I burst out as I take in the state of my clothing, "sorry, I had only just remembered, you have little something just here" Carlo says as he licks his thumb and drags it across my chin slightly touching my lower lip, I instinctively tuck my lower lip in to wipe away what residue his thumb had left behind leaving me with a sweet taste of lemon and honey no doubt from the drink he'd been having. His thumb pauses on my lip and his soft gentle eyes replaced with a hungry and fiery hold on me. I feel like a deer in headlights, frozen to the spot, caught by my hunter but willing to submit. My knees go a little weak and I clench my legs together while gripping both hands onto the fabric of my dress at either side.

I quickly tap out of it and shift my head to the side while wiping my chin with my own hand "ah thank you, yes I will go undress.. I mean change into those spare clothes." I say quickly as I march past Carlo to the back rooms and bathroom. "They're on the top shelf" Carlo calls out.

I grab the clothes and rush into the bathroom almost slamming the door and locking it behind me.

Oh my god... what was that! That's a new side of him, and I wouldn't be lying if I said I was loving it and wanted more!

I placed my hands either side of the sink catching my breath and looking into the mirror... Flo you idiot! You'd just wiped even more clay across your face! How embarrassing.