(One of) The Five People You Meet In Transit, Part II
More often than not, the anticipation of a successful seduction elevates your expectations. They say Love makes you do crazy things. Well, so does Lust. Freshly waxed, encased in lacy Agent P and oozing with confident charm, I was sure that my plans to seduce Alex was going to be as successful as my shopping trip in Orchard Rd.
Alex picked me up from my hotel and took me to a loud Italian joint, where I wish I'd worn my jeans instead...but I felt at ease again when we slipped into familiar day-old candor almost immediately. I ordered pizza, because pasta was just too messy to deal with on a 'first date' and I was clad in unforgiving white.
When the food arrived, I started to get a little nervous. What did he really think of me? Why did I think it would be easy, again? I looked at him and visibly gulped. Alex looked even better today, in a crisp cream shirt that highlighted his tan. His intense dark eyes bored into mine across the table, as I watched him eat...oh wow, those lips...and let my thoughts wander....
"Penny."
"Wha..?" I sat up, startled.
"For your thoughts. You look like you're somewhere else. Am I boring you already?"
"Oh no, I was just thinking about my trip so far...and how nice it is meeting you!" I winked, hoping he didn't think I was checking him out.
"Flattery will get you anywhere with me. Another drink?" He grinned. Argh, those dimples!
We spoke about our experiences with Rob, work, play and everything in between. A Serie A Juventus game was on television, and every few minutes people would cheer and Alex would divert his attention to the screen. After an hour of pizza and soccer he pushed his plate forward and said, "Let me get the check and head back. I've had a really looooong day..."
"Sure. I should get an early night too."
In the cab, the conversation floated around Rob and soccer. I decided that the night was over and mentally prepared for an early night. Until, idly chatting while waiting for the elevators, Alex dropped his bomb:
"By the way Tash, I don't have a guest room so you're taking mine...hope you don't mind. I will sleep on the couch."
"I can't kick you out of your bed! I'll take the couch. I don't mind at all," I argued.
"Look, I can't let you sleep on the couch, you're my guest!"
"Then we're going to have a real problem. How about......mmmft!"
He caught me by surprise, he really did. Before I could finish my sentence I felt his tongue in my mouth and his hands in my hair. This is a rare occasion when a Chase backfires and you realize you're being Chased instead. With that realization, I kissed him back with two days' worth of pent-up lust and he reciprocated. We only pulled apart when the elevator doors opened.
He carried me into the living room and plonked me on the couch and went to get a drink. I looked around, breathless from his kisses, drinking the white walls and the black furniture in. His apartment was a typical Well-Intellectual pad. Masculine, but accessible. I got up to examine his bookshelf, and got as far as Ayn Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness before he reappeared with two glasses of red wine. He put a DVD on, a classic Bond, and took my shoes off.
"Chilean, not bad at all." I commented.
"Wow, most people can't tell with Chileans - they're quite good but underrated."
"My dad is a wine aficionado," I told him and mentally sent a thank you to dad.
"Is that so..." He took my dress off. "Tash,"
"Yes?" says the Bond girl, teasingly.
"Yes?" I echoed in the same tone, wiggling my eyebrows.
"I like what you're wearing."
I giggled and took his shirt off. Alex has, that lucky thing, a very beautiful body...almost straight out of a da Vinci study. I admired him openly in the soft light and he pulled me closer.
"Alex, you are so beautiful." I whispered.
"I may be beautiful but you are the sexiest thing..." he replied, running his hands down the small of my back before pulling me on top of him.
I didn't sleep a wink that night. Alex was very, very passionate in bed. We just couldn't get enough of each other. After the Bond flick had finished and the wine was long gone, we lay in each others arms and continued our banter in the dark. He nibbled my neck, persuading me to shut up and when that failed, kissed me into submission. And we started all over again.
Getting ourselves out of bed when dawn broke was hard, especially when Alex offered to buy me a seat on the next available flight just so we could have another day together. I declined, but he almost convinced me when I came out of the shower, pulling me into bed again. He almost made me late for my flight.
(The thought of that night, so long ago, still puts a grin on my face.)
The goodbye at the airport was clean and swift:
"I hope I'll see you again, Tash."
"I know we will, Alex." (And we did, but that's a story for later...)
Rushing to check-in, I found 2 minutes to stop at duty-free to pick up a bottle of Alex's after shave - Romance for Men and hastily texted Rob from the departure lounge, saying: 'I KEPT MY PROMISE, BUT HV A FEELIN ALEX WILL B CALLING IN LATE TODAY...KISSES!'
And I slept all the way to Sydney, smelling of him.
Alex picked me up from my hotel and took me to a loud Italian joint, where I wish I'd worn my jeans instead...but I felt at ease again when we slipped into familiar day-old candor almost immediately. I ordered pizza, because pasta was just too messy to deal with on a 'first date' and I was clad in unforgiving white.
When the food arrived, I started to get a little nervous. What did he really think of me? Why did I think it would be easy, again? I looked at him and visibly gulped. Alex looked even better today, in a crisp cream shirt that highlighted his tan. His intense dark eyes bored into mine across the table, as I watched him eat...oh wow, those lips...and let my thoughts wander....
"Penny."
"Wha..?" I sat up, startled.
"For your thoughts. You look like you're somewhere else. Am I boring you already?"
"Oh no, I was just thinking about my trip so far...and how nice it is meeting you!" I winked, hoping he didn't think I was checking him out.
"Flattery will get you anywhere with me. Another drink?" He grinned. Argh, those dimples!
We spoke about our experiences with Rob, work, play and everything in between. A Serie A Juventus game was on television, and every few minutes people would cheer and Alex would divert his attention to the screen. After an hour of pizza and soccer he pushed his plate forward and said, "Let me get the check and head back. I've had a really looooong day..."
"Sure. I should get an early night too."
In the cab, the conversation floated around Rob and soccer. I decided that the night was over and mentally prepared for an early night. Until, idly chatting while waiting for the elevators, Alex dropped his bomb:
"By the way Tash, I don't have a guest room so you're taking mine...hope you don't mind. I will sleep on the couch."
"I can't kick you out of your bed! I'll take the couch. I don't mind at all," I argued.
"Look, I can't let you sleep on the couch, you're my guest!"
"Then we're going to have a real problem. How about......mmmft!"
He caught me by surprise, he really did. Before I could finish my sentence I felt his tongue in my mouth and his hands in my hair. This is a rare occasion when a Chase backfires and you realize you're being Chased instead. With that realization, I kissed him back with two days' worth of pent-up lust and he reciprocated. We only pulled apart when the elevator doors opened.
He carried me into the living room and plonked me on the couch and went to get a drink. I looked around, breathless from his kisses, drinking the white walls and the black furniture in. His apartment was a typical Well-Intellectual pad. Masculine, but accessible. I got up to examine his bookshelf, and got as far as Ayn Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness before he reappeared with two glasses of red wine. He put a DVD on, a classic Bond, and took my shoes off.
"Chilean, not bad at all." I commented.
"Wow, most people can't tell with Chileans - they're quite good but underrated."
"My dad is a wine aficionado," I told him and mentally sent a thank you to dad.
"Is that so..." He took my dress off. "Tash,"
"Yes?" says the Bond girl, teasingly.
"Yes?" I echoed in the same tone, wiggling my eyebrows.
"I like what you're wearing."
I giggled and took his shirt off. Alex has, that lucky thing, a very beautiful body...almost straight out of a da Vinci study. I admired him openly in the soft light and he pulled me closer.
"Alex, you are so beautiful." I whispered.
"I may be beautiful but you are the sexiest thing..." he replied, running his hands down the small of my back before pulling me on top of him.
I didn't sleep a wink that night. Alex was very, very passionate in bed. We just couldn't get enough of each other. After the Bond flick had finished and the wine was long gone, we lay in each others arms and continued our banter in the dark. He nibbled my neck, persuading me to shut up and when that failed, kissed me into submission. And we started all over again.
Getting ourselves out of bed when dawn broke was hard, especially when Alex offered to buy me a seat on the next available flight just so we could have another day together. I declined, but he almost convinced me when I came out of the shower, pulling me into bed again. He almost made me late for my flight.
(The thought of that night, so long ago, still puts a grin on my face.)
The goodbye at the airport was clean and swift:
"I hope I'll see you again, Tash."
"I know we will, Alex." (And we did, but that's a story for later...)
Rushing to check-in, I found 2 minutes to stop at duty-free to pick up a bottle of Alex's after shave - Romance for Men and hastily texted Rob from the departure lounge, saying: 'I KEPT MY PROMISE, BUT HV A FEELIN ALEX WILL B CALLING IN LATE TODAY...KISSES!'
And I slept all the way to Sydney, smelling of him.
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