Kira Modest

Chapter 21

A cautious doorbell. Through the peephole, a young man in a courier cap is visible, holding a box. Looks like the girls ordered something from an online store. Most likely it's Polina; she's a fan of online shopping.
"Hello." The young man speaks timidly. "Kira Andreevna?" He looks at me so uncertainly and fearfully.
Must be a trainee.
"That's me."
Why did he mention my name? I'm definitely not expecting any packages. And nobody knows my address. Ah! Roma! It must be him. Only he knows which apartment I live in. Did he decide to surprise me with a gift? Oh, how I adore him! Maybe he realized he went too far with his questions about Andrey and now wants to make it up to me.
"To you...here's the package," he stammers, "could you please sign here?" With trembling finger, he points to the signature spot.
Why is he so frightened? Did Roma manage to talk to him on the phone and tell him to ensure the gift is delivered intact and undamaged?! Oh, Roma! He scared the poor boy!
"Of course, don't worry. I'll sign." Maybe my tone will calm him down.
I take the medium-sized box and head to my room. It's not very heavy. What could he send me? I peel off the tape carefully but quickly and unfold the cardboard walls.

A note lies on top of the crumpled dark blue paper, covering the entire surface of the mysterious gift. I pick it up with puzzlement and begin to read the unfamiliar handwriting. In black, thin marker, it says: 'Hi, Kira! I've already started to miss my sweet little candy this week! This is the best suit for your perfect figure; it won't fit any other girl as amazingly as it fits you! Get dressed, baby! I'll be waiting for you near the house at 6:30 PM.' Andrey...
Could he really be like this... A loving smile flickers on my face. I can't believe such a gesture from him. The phrases from the note... Does he really think that about me? Did I really manage to capture his attention? Or is such an act mundane for him, not touching any molecule in the brain responsible for love? But it's impossible. He wouldn't write such words to just any girl, would he? To everyone indiscriminately. I'm not just anyone, am I? Mister Caring Romantic and playboy rolled into one. A serious, dignified man and a frivolous, irresponsible libertine in one guise. Who is he? Who is he really? I can't take him completely seriously because of his dissolute life with female specimens. But I can't ignore the fleeting sparks of his interest in me and not build up high feelings between us! How ridiculous I must look to myself in hoping for something serious with this man. I'm torn in different directions by his behavior. What does he want from me? Does he even know himself? This note, these words... They would make any girl fall in love, and could I really fall for such a trick? It flatters me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I'm drawn to this man like no one else. I've seen my fair share of them. But him... He's unlike anyone else.
I discard the crumpled paper, revealing a neatly folded flight attendant costume. There is a dark blue cap with golden stripes sewn along the edges on the jacket.

I set it aside and take out the jacket. It has elegant golden buttons and the same golden sewn stripes around the sleeve cuffs. The classic fitted skirt reaches the knees. I look at myself in the mirror. It's definitely missing shoes. I wonder what he chose. What is his taste like? Anticipating, I open the box. Wow! They're stunning. I was dazzled by their brilliance, and I saw my reflection! They are clearly matched, never forgetting it's a party; the mirrored golden shoes on thin high heels with pointed toes to golden buttons and embroidery of the suit. I slip into them and stand up straight to my full height. They cling to me as if I was born wearing them! Oh my gosh! Did he really put together this look himself? How did he know my shoe size? It doesn't matter! I don't even want to think about it, looking at this amazing beauty and shining with joy reflected in the mirror. I couldn't have imagined that the flight attendant costume would suit me so well. The cap! The outfit will be complete with the cap! I'll do a simple, sleek low ponytail with straight hair, and it will sit perfectly with such a hairstyle. 'Perfect', as Andrey expressed about my figure. And how did he find out my apartment number?! Perhaps, a man like him can find out everything. Just remember my dad! By the end of the day, he had all the information he needed about the person he was interested in, neatly compiled in a business folder on his desk. I don't know how they do it. But apparently, Andrey got a similar folder about me! And what else could he have found out? He's seen the biggest skeleton in my closet. And I have nothing else to hide. So, there's nothing to fear! What a smart ass! He didn't even ask if I agreed to go to this party with him. Just stated the fact of when he'll pick me up. But I can't refuse! How can I resist such a gesture!?
"Well, she's finally home!" Polina and Lera suddenly burst into the room.
I jumped and recoiled in fright.
"Wow... What's this you're wearing?" Polina asked with a puzzled expression.
"Wait! Are you planning to switch judge career and become a flight attendant!?" Lera points her finger at me, scanning the outfit put together by Andrey from head to toe. "I don't understand! When did you manage all of this!?"
"Hold on!" Polina almost forcibly pushes her aside. "I'm more interested in that luxurious bouquet standing in the bucket in the kitchen. Who's this millionaire?"
"How do you know he's a millionaire?" Lera interrupts her with her eyebrows arched in disagreement.
"Did you see that bouquet? Do you know how much it costs in Kyiv?" She bulges her eyes.
"Oh, Polina! What's wrong with your sense of pricing? These flowers don't cost that much."
"Well!?" The girls almost simultaneously shout at me, expecting my defense.
But in response, they see nothing but my jaw dropping to my new mirrored shoes.
"I forgot your first question." I reply in surprise, my face frozen in bewilderment. "I want to answer everything in order, but you attacked me so suddenly that I got flustered."
Or do I not want to answer? Damn! I really don't want anyone to know about my affair with this Zeus.
"First, the flowers!" Polina instructs me indignantly.
"No!" Lera stops her with astonished eyes. "First, your outfit!" She turns to me, ordering me around.
I look at them for about three seconds and suddenly burst into laughter. Ha-ha-ha! They are so funny! I couldn't help it when I stepped back from their barrage of questions and saw the whole comedic aspect of the situation.
"No, seriously, look at her! She's laughing at us!" Polina protests.
"Ha-ha! Girls! You completely overwhelmed me with your curiosity. Calm down! I didn't decide to become a flight attendant." I roll my eyes and look at myself in the mirror again.
"Phew!" Lera sighs in relief.
"I was just invited to a costume party."
"Alright! That's settled then." Polina commands. "But who are the flowers from!?"
"Definitely not from a millionaire!" I laugh. "But you see... I don't even know who he is, girls!"
"Ohh! A secret admirer!?" Polina lights up.
"You could say that." I shake my head due to lack of knowledge about him.
"And where did you two meet?" Lera inquires.
"At work." I reply briefly. "Girls, that's it! I need to get ready." I gently push them towards the door with my hand. "I'll tell you everything later." I add so they don't get offended.
They leave, having lost, and I'm left alone again with my own thoughts. It's strange that the devils don't bother me. Maybe they fell asleep? Or perhaps they silently envy, dazzled by my shoes, sitting inside.
The second neat, thin wing, and the blush remained. I turn my head to sideways. The tail is as if glued but looks refined. Just like my legs on these high heels. The jacket is slightly long, covering the butt. What a decent suit on such an indecent lady accompanied by an equally indecent Andrey.
'Are you coming out?)' 06:29 PM
Message from Andrey. Well, well. Exactly half past six. A good habit of businessmen is punctuality. And he has it!
'I need another fifteen minutes.' 06:30 PM
I could actually get ready in five. But I'm not going to run at breakneck pace. Let him wait for me.
"Oh, right! He didn't even pay for you today. Time isn't ticking, so you don't have to hurry." The evil devil sneered. And here I was already happy that you croaked in a lethargical sleep! But you're one resilient creature...
'Kira (smiling smiley with horns) 06:31 PM
You'll be punished!' 06:31 PM
The response from Andrey comes. He didn't get angry either, obediently waiting for me. I noticed he's very patient. Unlike me. I never tolerate or wait for anything. I need everything at once and right away!
I don't text him back and calmly zip up the strict skirt all the way up. I decide to accentuate my lips with gloss. Perhaps it's unnecessary, because he'll devour it off me anyway. But let him, at least he'll admire it for three seconds if he manages to notice. I grab a small black clutch purse and adjust my cap, then I step out. Descending in the elevator, I think about how impatient I am to see him. To look into his mind-blowing eyes filled with a thirst to possess me. Why do I so easily give myself to other men and not allow him to take me? I can't respond, but I desire him a thousand times more than anyone else. It's as if I'm teasing myself with the anticipation of this closeness, not him. I dream of pouncing on Andrey, looking at his completely naked body and... that thing what's below... in the groin area.