Dear Diary

Chapter 4 - Anastasia

My, my, my... this man is perfection. Well built body, tall, mesmerizing blue eyes, sexy lips and sexy whisker to die for.

And his voice is deep, imagine that voice whispering dirty things in my ears. Oh dang!

There is one thing that I annoyed the most about this sexy stranger. We are having a fun, comfortable conversation. Like I used to have with James. How come? All this time that was my core to think that I love James. And now I have it with a stranger I barely know.

Am I that stupid and naive?

He laughs over something I commented about the couple who danced on the dance floor. The man looks like a robot, and the woman is like an octopus all over him. "Really, I don't think that man cannot dance. Maybe he can, but he can't even move. The woman is all over him," I say.

"Oh, he definitely can dance."

I crane my neck at him.

"Cause that guy you said like a robot is my friend, Borris."

"Oh my God! You kidding right?"

"Nope," he grins.

I push him lightly. "You didn't tell me when I started commenting about him." Damn, a touch of his bicep I already can feel those strong muscles.

He laughs. "Where the fun is?"

I giggle.

"I'm going to tell you a secret. Can you keep it?"

I shrug. "Depends."

He chuckles. "Wise ass." But he leans to me I feel his warm breath on my neck and ear. "Borris said he is going to eat watermelons tonight."

I choke from my drink. "Oh my God! Men can be so crass!" I laugh so hard, he joins me.

"Coop, I'm heading home," someone says, we look up. It's his friend and Ms. Watermelon.

And I realized one thing. We haven't exchanged our names. My stranger stands up and man hugs his friend. "Have fun, dude."

His friend grins.

"Are they up to foursome, babe? I don't mind. Your friend is hot, the woman is also sexy."

My eyes widen.

My stranger chuckles and puts his arm around me. "Sorry, my wife and I aren't into that."

Wife???

"Ohhhh, too bad!" Watermelon whines.

Borris laughs. "Yeah, sorry babe. This couple is old fashioned. Only goes vanilla in bed."

Watermelon looks pity on me. What the hell? And I think my alcohol messes with my head. Well, Borris and Watermelon definitely not as sober as me. "Says who?" I say and lean to Watermelon. "You should check the changing room. The experience is damn good," I whisper.

Her eyes widen. "Really? Damn! Come on, babe!" She says and drags Borris. Borris gives us question look but I just give my nonchalant shrug. Once they are gone we both burst into laughter.

"What did you tell her?"

"Try the changing room. I told her it was perfect."

"Really?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Earlier I went there thought it was a toilet. The place is so small, even for me alone. Can you imagine your friend and her?" And we both burst into another laughter.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name," he says casually.

I shrug. "Why you didn't ask the first minute you occupied the seat?"