ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ

Chapter 11

She tapped her foot nervously on the ground as she waited for him to answer.

A taxi had already dropped her on her house and she was cleaning it up as she waited to hear his voice.

"Hello?" her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice.

She stopped what she was doing and stood still.

"Charles... hi.It's Cleo." she said nervously and sat down on the couch.

She could hear him catching his breath.

She blushed.

"Cleopatra." he let out.

The way her name came out of his mouth made her swallow hard on a dry throat.

"Are you busy? Right now?" she asked in a rush.

There was a long silence before he responded which made her worry.

"I am not." he said, there was a hint of curiosity and nervousness in his voice.

God... the more he spoke the more she realized she loved his voice.

"I hope I'm not being too forward... but.. would you like to come over? To my apartment." she said bitting on her bottom lip.

"Your apartment? Alone... with you?" he asked confused.

She chuckled.

"Would you like me to invite some friends over? Have a small gathering maybe?" she joked and earned a light chuckle from him.

"Where do you live?" he asked lightheartedly.

She smiled to herself.

"Wellington 9."she responded.

" Oh. You liver closer to me than I expected. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."he said.

" I'll see you then. "she responded.

" You will."he replied before ending the call.

She got up and after making sure her apartment was descent, put one of her favorite vinyl records on the record player and smiled when the music spread to the room.

She started dancing to the song, swaying her hips to the rhythm.

A track of cigarettes after sex was playing and she took out her heels and dropped them to the other side of the room to be more comfortable.

The doorbell rang and with a smile she rushed to let him in.

He held up a wine bottle to her, making her frown.

"I brought wine." he said peeking from behind the bottle.

She chuckled.

"I can see that." she said as she stepped aside to let him in.

She closed the door behind him and inspected the bottle before setting down on the table.

"Port." she read with a frown.

He took off his coat and set it on the hanger.

"I thought it would remind you of your roots. You're half portuguese after all, aren't you?" he asked.

She turned to look at him, surprised.

"How did you..." she went to say.

"It was part of the bars story. I had done my research, Cleopatra." he said softly making her smile.

"Well then... I'll bring us a couple of glasses." she said heading towards the kitchen cabinet.

"You can sit on the couch while I'm on it." she continued, smiling at him from over her shoulder.