My dream girl - Rachael Harris x Reader

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 <𝟹

"𝘺/𝘯?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.

I stood there frozen.  I had tried to look the best that I could but I will never compare. She is effortlessly beautiful. Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy top knot. She is wearing a grey zip-up hoodie and dark blue jeans. Her cleavage is poking out a bit teasing me. When I finally look up her expression changed. Disgust? No. Amusement. Her right eyebrow is raised slightly. She's grinning. 

"𝘏𝘦𝘺! 𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬.

My face became red. I couldn't help it. I was blushing so hard but not because she caught me. Did she just call me baby? My heart is racing. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. Luckily she breaks the silence, her melodic voice calming me.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

God, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. Unreal. They reflect the sunlight like mirrors. I just can't help but stare at them. I just can't help but stare at her.

"𝙊𝙝. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨- 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤- 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩-" 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩.

And then...I felt it. I felt her. The warmth of her hand against my skin makes my heart pound. The way her soft skin glides up and down my bare arm gives me butterflies. She's stroking my arm delicately, trying to calm me.

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘮? 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦."

The thought of following her inside alone makes me nervous, but knowing it will be just us has me making up the dirtiest scenarios in my mind. I snap out of it before the silence starts to get awkward.

"𝙔𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

She opens the door further so I can step through. Her eyes follow me as I walk inside but I don't mind at all. I let her walk in front of me. I can't help but look. She leads us to her kitchen. It's small but tasteful.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵?"

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

She moves around her kitchen so gracefully.

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘺/𝘯?"

With a smile that cute, how could I ever say no? I nod as I walk around the counter. I'm laying everything out when I feel her hands on my waist. She was pulling me backwards closer to her.

"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺."

She leaned into me pressing her chest against my back as she reached into the drawer. She pulled a large carving knife out of the drawer and held it an inch away from my neck. Air caught in my throat.

"𝘏𝘮, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

Was she...flirting with me? No. She wouldn't...would she? She took the knife away and got a regular one out of the drawer as she giggled. Her hands slid off my hips as she walked back to her place on the counter. Her fingers brushed against my ass as she passed me. Was that intentional? What was she doing? Did she know she was playing with my feelings? Did she feel the same? There is only one way that I am going to find an answer to these questions...I'm just going to go for it.