It's been already two weeks since I met... and kissed... the sexiest man I've ever met during my entire life. It's not like I have met many anyway. At 22 years-old, my experience with men, although not null, is definitely limited. Besides, I've been dating the same boyfriend for the past year. Noah is fun to hang out with, the typical hunk that girls my age are crazy about... or at least that's what my girlfriends keep telling me. They never miss an opportunity to remind me of my luck. Plus, when we have sex, it feels good. He is caring and nice...
But when the mysterious man with golden eyes came to the Imperial Bar that night, my heart made a leap in my chest, which was a completely new feeling to me. I didn't even feel bad flirting with him, despite not being single... despite him clearly being much older...
I was convinced he was just passing time, but then we bumped at each other in that hallway, and my lips stayed bruised for at least three days from the brutality of his kiss. He even took my purple panties with him, without any explanation.
Another quiet Monday night at the bar, there have been barely any clients tonight. It would be hard to make enough to pay for my school fees with nights like these... Sighing in despair, I lift the rack of glasses to bring it to the back when I could hear the familiar ring indicating that someone is opening the heavy doors. I pick a glance towards it, and I almost dropped everything. My breathing feels like it stopped, my heart is pounding so loud, my ears are ringing, and I'm literally shaking from the excitement. It's him!
He looks around briefly, with the same eternal boredom in his eyes, before finally locking them on me. I instinctively smile... like a damn idiot... Now he really knows I've been waiting for him.
So, I pretend to walk away with my rack to calm the hell down and drag my feet on my way back, as long as I can.
"Halo Schatzi!" [Honey -- in German]
The familiar endearing name gives me butterflies. So much for trying to calm down...
"Hi!" I smile at him. " Roku, chilled, with 2 slices of cucumber?" I ask way too loudly.
He huffs and smirks... making him look even sexier, if that could be even possible... "Actually, not tonight. I only came to see you!"
"Me?"
"Ja!" [Yes] He simply responds, his golden eyes staring at me intensely.
"It's been two weeks... I thought you'd never come back."
"I'm sorry, I was uh... busy. With work."
"Uh mhmm..." I respond, remembering what I saw in his wallet, telling me exactly what kind of work he does. I shake my head to forget about it. "And you stole my panties!" I blurted out without thinking.
The amusement in his eyes made me regret it right away, so I lower my eyes from embarrassment, biting my bottom lip in the process.
"I'm sorry Schatzi. Are you almost done for tonight? I want you to come with me."
"I'll be done in half an hour... but... but what about curfew?"
"You will be with me; you will be fine." He reassures me in a smile.
*
I look at myself in the mirror in the cramped changing room. I'm wearing a light blue skirt overall, short enough that it shows my tattoo on my left thigh. I have a dark red tight crop top inside. High knee black boots and my black hair tied on the side. I cannot decide if I look good or not. Is this a date? Something tells me a man like him doesn't do dates... I grab my backpack and walk towards the door. Finally outside, I see him leaning back against a black SUV, a cigarette in mouth.
"That was quick!" He says, straightening himself. I only then realize how tall he is. Or I'm the short one...
"I didn't want to make you wait for too long"