Chapter 2
Six months had passed since I saw Demetri. Is was going on a date; I decided on a knee-length purple dress with spaghetti straps and matching underwear, and topped it off with three-inch leopard-print heels to make my legs look long. I threaded ribbons through my hair and clipped it up. I was a little excited, a little scared. Could any man live up to Demetri?
So I found myself in a beautiful restaurant with fancy food and a nice atmosphere, and my date was interesting. Then I heard a voice. At first I thought it was my date, but when I asked him what he said, he replied he hadn't said anything. Then I heard it again, more clearly.
"What are you doing with this man?" I recognized that voice.
It was Demetri.
I'm on a date, go away, I thought. I couldn't believe it; I finally decide to date because I haven't heard from him, and now he talks to meβin the middle of a date. Well, the hell with him, I've moved on, I thought.
"I was busy. I promised to come back. Didn't you believe me?" he asked.
I believed you six months ago. I can't spend my life waiting for something that shouldn't exist, I thought sadly.
"But I do exist. If I didn't, I couldn't make you scream in pleasure or touch you like this," he said and I felt a hand travel up my thigh. I looked at my date; he was eating with one hand and holding the wine glass with the other, still chatting away.
Demetri, what are you doing? I thought breathlessly.
"I'm reminding you of what we have and of what this man can never give you," he said as the imaginary hand traced higher until I felt it at the apex of my thigh. I crossed my legs to bar access but a force stronger than me caused my legs to uncross and spread.