spellbound (18+)

Third Visit

Michelle winged her liner delicately, carefully. She wanted to see Adrik again. She thought he was...very interesting.

Very sexy. She opened her shirt a bit, looking in the mirror, pursing her lips.

She paused. Hadn't she learned her lesson?

No.

She walked down to the bar, looking up at the building. It didn't have a sign. No neon lights. Almost as if it wasn't meant to be seen.

She opened the door, sitting at the bar.

"Tequila Sunrise please. And, Serg? Try to make it taste good this time." She smiled.

He shrugged. "No promises."

Michelle looked around quietly, trying to be discreet.

"Looking for me?" Adrik whispered in her ear. She jumped looking back at him.

"Adrik! No! No I'm not looking for you." She smiled.

Adrik sat next to her. "You're here...again." He put his elbow on the counter, leaning on his open hand, a small smirk on his face.

His dark eyes were focused on her. Michelle shifted.

"Mh...but you're here. Again. Didn't I tell you this wasn't a very nice place?" He asked, a little edge on his voice.

She grinned. "It's a public place isn't it?"

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His lashes were so long and pretty.

He smelled good. Like...a forest maybe?

She inhaled softly.

"Technically. But once again, I tell you—"

"Adrik, can I buy you a drink?" She interrupted. "I have to warn you, Serg here can't fix a tequila sunrise for shit, but...I mean. Free drink is a free drink right?"

He narrowed his eyes, before smiling. "You're right. Fine. I'd love a drink, Michelle. I'll a vodka soda." He ordered.

Serg raised his brow.

Adrik narrowed his eyes. "Tell me you know how to make a vodka soda?"

Serg pursed his lips. "I'll see what can be done."

Adrik just rolled his eyes, turning around in the bar stool.

"Michelle, how old are you?"

She smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Guess?"

"Hm..."

Serg put a drink in front of Adrik, who threw it back. "I'm going to say...22?" He guessed.

She shook her head. Adrik smirked, he sat back, looking her over.

"Maybe older? I don't know. You definitely have the body of an adult. But you have a young face. And...you're very...mature in the way you speak. But somehow childish."

Michelle chuckled. "26," she shrugged.

Adrik raised his brows. "Okay, okay. I was close." He leaned in.

"How about this, next round is me. If you promise me, you'll be good and call a cab this time, instead of waiting for the liquor to leave your system," he raised a brow.

Michelle shifted. "Tell me about yourself, Adrik."

"There's not much to tell. I'm a humble immigrant, a small business owner, Russian. I like tailored suits, and nice shoes, and watches. I love watches. I play Call of Duty when I have the time and...I hate this drink,"

He looked at it. "It...the worst thing I've ever tasted, actually."

Michelle chuckled.

Adrik pushed his drink away. "Now you. Tell me about you."

She nodded. "I agree, your drink looks horrible. I'm a writer, and I love to paint. I like sundresses, but ironically I love winter, more than summer. And...I—"

She paused, noting his eyes on hers as he listened intently.

She looked down. "You're listening."

Adrik nodded. "Of course."

She chuckled. "Sorry that's just...anyway, I overshare when I drink."

Adrik grinned. "You should stop drinking," he pushed her drink away.

"Why's that?" She whispered.

"Because I want you to be sober," he whispered.

She grinned, "Oh?"

He leaned in, pushing her drink a little further away. "So that I don't have any guilt, when I screwy your nightcap after I walk you home tonight." He whispered.

She grinned. "Who says you're walking me home tonight? Who says I'm inviting you in?"

Adrik licked his lips. "Aren't you?"

She raised a brow. "I am."

Adrik adjusted his shirt, glancing at her. "Well, then. It's settled," he smirked.

Michelle glanced at him, leaning over toward him.

He watched her, carefully. His eyes on her lips. Those lips. He licked his lips in anticipation.

She paused, her lips over his barely touching.

He leaned in, connecting their lips, the softness of her lips intoxicating him, his hand on the back of her neck, as he pulled her closer.

He pulled back a bit, his eyes on her lips. "You...дерьмо."

(Shit)

Michelle smiled. "Yeah...what you said."

"You keep trying me and I'll have to fuck you like I love you. Then I'll fuck you like I hate you. Then I fuck you like I own you," he smirked.

Her breath shuddered, "Don't threaten me with a good time."