Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 30

This was the day… our date, or whatever. The first night of our agreement. He and me… nothing more.

"His house... my god this is real... you are in" Suzy says. I look at her in the mirror as I put on my makeup to go to work. I look at her with a defeated expression.

"To be honest...I wonder if it's right. But I swear, all my doubts, my fears, my insecurities, everything disappears when I see him, when Ethan talks to me" I admit. It was true... magic happens when he is close to me. She looks at me and gives me a sad smile.

"I'm just worried about you, Boo. What if he hurts you again? She asks and if it's my biggest, the heartbreak. I'm not naive... I have feelings for him, even though I said that there will not feelings involved.

"I'm freaking out right here. But at the same time...it's like... if you had Jamie Fraser from Outlander within reach, and he wanted to see you, go out with you and spend nights of passion" I tell her, and she looks at me thoughtfully for a while.

"Yes, I would totally go for Jamie" she confesses, smiling confidently. I would too.

"He was... is... my biggest crush... I want this" I confess.

"And... the sex is great. You should go for it... totally. Be careful, but... have fun! How often does life give us the opportunity to have a crazy and hot night with our lifelong crush? She says fixing my hair.

"Even if it doesn't have a happy ending? Eve if I left heartbroken?" I ask. Sometimes I was terrified, regretting this agreement. But I have to remember that… I need to life, to enjoy the few satisfactions that live can provide.

"I'm sure you'll have a happy ending, my sweet friend, even if it's not with him," she tells me lovingly, and I smile gratefully.

I'm on my way to Ethan's apartment. It's the first time I've been there, and I couldn't think of anything else to do all day.

He had other meetings, so we agreed to meet in the afternoon. I'm wearing a dark black skirt that hits just above the knee and a warm colored blouse, let's just say I did my best to look good.

I look out the window at the area I'm going to. Without a doubt, one of the best neighborhoods in the city, beautiful buildings with large windows, expensive furniture, high class houses.

All is so elegant and beautiful that I felt that I don't belong here. This is a completely different world from mine.

I park my car and find myself in a relatively new building. I announce my arrival in a spacious, hotel-like lobby with modern furnishings.

The doorman, a man with gray hair and a mustache, kindly tells me I can come in, and I go up to a spacious elevator with large mirrors, where I take the opportunity to see how I look and fix my hair.

"Come on, Priscilla... you want this. You deserve fun, wonderful sex... a man who look at you as... as he looks at me" I said in front of the mirror. His stare is usually so intense.

"Welcome Prissy... come in" Ethan opens the door with a smile from ear to ear, he is wearing dark blue jeans that look tailored, a dark green knit sweater with a small collar on the side that gives him an air of elegance. It also brings out the color of his eyes and hair. He certainly knows what's good for him.

My my... he looks and smell amazing. The apartment must be very large, with a living room and a decoration that looks like something out of an interior design magazine.

All seems expensive, elegant and with good taste. Everything yells money and Ethan Fairfax.

There are shelves full of books everywhere, very few decorations, maybe just one or the other from a trip. Everything is perfectly tidy, clean, and nothing is out of place.

He looks at me, noting my impressions.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes... it is beautiful" I say timidly and he smiles.

"Dinner is almost ready... just relax over there" he adds like a magnificent host.

"I can help you... if you want" I add, and he seems satisfied.

"I have never had such a beautiful assistant. You look… pretty good" he says and I blush.

I'm in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine while he stirs a sauce and tells me about his day.

As we talk, I notice how he looks at me, his eyes going from my face to my neckline, he no longer seems to hide how he stares, stopping at every curve, my blossom, my back, my hair, my ass. I feel anxious, and at the same time... so good.

He looks very comfortable in his apartment, casual and relaxed, his skin, his smile, every steamy inch of his body. This…is going to be the night, without mistakes, surprises… just him and me.

"This is amazing!" I say the food is fantastic, I can't believe he went to all this trouble for me, is much more than a one-night stand, more than causal sex. This is truly a date, the best I ever had, for what matter.

"Really? Is nothing..." he says, shy but a little smug.

"It is... It's delicious...where did you learn how to cook?" I ask, he seems really pleased.

"In my travels... I may have cooking lessons...I wanted to impress…" he say with proud.

Lessons... I cook whatever I could. Ohhh to be rich.

"Impress who?"

"You know... people," he says mysteriously.

"Well, you have a good teacher, and I'm pretty sure you're a good student," I affirm, attacking my risotto. Truly delicious.

"What do you mean? "He asks. Ethan always seems curious when I comment on something he doesn't see coming.

"Because you were good at everything...you know...growing up..." he smiles at me, pleased with my comment.

"Just growing up?" he asks, bragging. And I think he means something more... like passionate activities. Good Lord.

"Well... as an adult... as well," I say in a low voice and he chuckles.

"I'm so happy you think that..." ha adds, hiding his smile behind his glass of wine.

After dinner, we go out on the balcony to enjoy the view of the city. It's a beautiful night, the air is a little cold, and in the background I hear soft, exquisite music. His hair is slicked back, and a few strands escape, and I struggle all night to reach out and touch his hair.

I stay there while he finishes clearing the table. I want to ask him where he bought his furniture, what his tastes are, and how long he has been here. When did he come to the city? How many months before we met at work? But I think all that would be very intimate, even more so than what we're about to do, no doubt, in a few hours.

Fuck my insecurities! With how different we are, I don't know if we will have a happy ending, I really doubt it. I don't know if I can ever forgive him.

But today, tonight, I realize that... he is the only man who made me feel this way is him.

I mentally take all my ridiculous excuses and make them disappear, at least for tonight.

Tonight, I won't make excuses or have any doubts; I'm fully prepared to embrace whatever he offers me.