“Hi,” I say. I don’t know how else to break the awkwardness between us.
“Hi,” she says back. “I’m sorry about my daughter. She can be a little wild sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I just don’t want her to get her hopes up,” I say with a nervous laugh. “We don’t want her disappointed, right?”
There’s a flash of something across her face. It looks like disappointment, but I tell myself I have to be imagining it.
“Right,” she says with nervous laughter of her own. She set down the plate she’s holding to dry.
“Hey, do you want a glass of wine before you go?” She asks. “I’m sure you’ve had just as stressful of a day as me.”
“Oh! Um…” I trail off. I feel like I’m getting into dangerous territory here. There’s undeniable tension between us. Even Ana noticed it.
Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“Sure,” I say with a smile. “That sounds great.”
She smiles back and goes to pour me a glass of wine. I sit down and watch her as she does.
She’s so gorgeous. I could never get tired of watching her. I start to imagine doing some adult things with her now that Ana is down for the night, but I quickly push the thoughts away.
I have to stay focused. The wine might be counterproductive to that, but I can’t let myself get too into this.
“Ana didn’t give you too much trouble, did she?” she asks as she sets a glass of wine down in front of me.
I take it and take a sip.
“Oh no. She was great,” I say. “She’s just precocious.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she says with a laugh. “Precocious. Really, she’s a bit of a troublemaker. Strong headed too. She likes feeling like she’s in charge of everything. Wonder where she gets that from?”
We both chuckle at that. She swirls the wine around in her glass. I take a sip.
Somehow, even under the kitchen lights, she manages to look stunning.
I go to set my glass down and miss the coaster. My glass tumbles over on its side. I jump up.
“Oh gosh! I’m sorry!” I exclaim. “Here, let me clean this up.”
I go to grab the glass.
“It’s fine, really,” she says. She goes to grab the glass too.
Our fingers brush. I feel sparks flying between us. I look up at her.
She’s looking back at me, breathing heavily. She takes a step forward.
I’m so intimidated and turned on. She looks like a hunter ready to catch her prey. I find myself unconsciously moving towards her.
She quickly strikes. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a passionate kiss.
I’m breathless and surprised by the action. The kiss feels incredible.
She pushes me up against the counter as she deepens the kiss. I can already feel wetness growing between my legs. I want her so badly.
I think back to the BDSM demonstrations I’ve seen at the club. I have to admit, I’ve imagined they’d be a bit like this. She’s certainly taking control, and I’m putty in her hands.
She pulls away for a moment and I immediately miss the way it felt when we were kissing.