Kira Modest

Chapter 24

'Fantastic gift, I should thank for it in a special way (smiley with flirty tongue and kiss)' 01:40 PM
Maybe should it have been written differently? It seems to me that this SMS exudes the spirit of a stripper. I shouldn't thank in this way. It's too late to change the text, the SMS has already been sent.
'Hi, baby 01:45 PM
Where can I pick you up by 03:00?' 01:48 PM
And again, without asking if I can make it. Oh, that Andrey. And oh, that Kira, who is unable to refuse him. 'I'll be home. Where are we going?' 01:50 PM
'Let it be a pleasant surprise)' 01:53 PM
A lustful creature truly capable of romantic gestures. And how nice it is when these gestures are for me. 
I put on white sneakers, jeans, a tight white bodysuit, and a classic long black coat. An unusual style for me, but I always dress differently for Andrey.
Once again, I count the doors and steps until I meet him. And he's punctual as always. Exactly at 03:00 PM, he's standing outside my building. I've missed the growl of his Maserati already. I leave the house with butterflies in my stomach and... Where is he? Is he not here? But he wrote he was already at my place. What's going on?
"Kira!"
I turn my head to the right. Andrey steps out of the white 
Tesla. How ugly it is... He smirks at my puzzled reaction and walks towards me. I notice he's wearing a black coat too. We're dressed the same way. My slight awkwardness, akin to when you show up at a party wearing the same dress as another girl, is overridden by the realization that we have similar tastes in clothing. It's amusing and comforting. He sizes me up from head to toe and notices the same coincidence without showing it. Well, I won't dwell on it either.
"And... Andrey... Where's the Maserati?" Instead of a greeting, this slips out of me, and I try not to show how disappointed I am. 
"Taking a break." He kisses me on the lips, slipping out his tongue, showing how much he missed me. 

I must admit, I missed him just as much.
"And what's this?" I interrupt the exchange of greetings and look at the car. 
I have nothing against Tesla, but this particular model I frankly don't like.
"Borrowed it for a test drive from a friend. Thinking about changing mine."
Phew, thank God he didn't buy it.
"The same model?" I want to dissuade him if yes, before it's too late.
"No, a different model."
Andrey leads me to the car to open the door. Not out of chivalry, he simply doesn't know if I know how to open a Tesla. He presses the handle, and I practically sit on the ground, it's too low. Andrey walks around the car from behind and sits next to me. It definitely doesn't suit him!
"The Maserati suits you better," I say disappointedly.
He really doesn't look good in it, at all!
"Oh, these stereotypes." He protested, not offended, forced a smile, and pressed the gas.
I was impressed by the acceleration, and my stomach did another 180-degree turn.
"Your gift..." I awkwardly gestured towards it. "I was ecstatic when I saw what was in the box. Thank you." 
He stopped at the traffic light, and taking advantage of the moment, I gratefully kissed him on the lips. Andrey's face lit up with a smile, like that of a praised little boy.
I delicately hung the necklace around my neck; it looked impeccably beautiful. I couldn't stop admiring it in the mirror, and knowing it was from Andrey made it a million times more exquisite. I'll only wear the pendant when I meet him, like it's a celebration.
We smoothly accelerated out of the city at a high speed.
"And where are we going?"
"You'll find out in five minutes." He smiles intriguingly and turns right.
His dignified appearance should complement the model of this Tesla, not overpower it. I can't wait to get out of here. I got so used to his old car, it's like it was my own.
"What have you been up to these past two weeks?" 
Pride wouldn't let me text him first after sex, and I kept worrying if he enjoyed it.
"I flew to Egypt." 
His hand caresses my knee all the way, moving up and down, as I block its path.
"That's great. How was your trip?"
"I was more into sports. Surfing and stuff. And celebrated my birthday."

"Did you have your birthday? What did you get as a present?" I ask eagerly.
So much has happened in these two weeks, and I knew nothing about it. I really want to be in his life, in his events. I would be very happy to give him a gift. It's a shame I didn't know anything about the celebration... I felt sad, but I tried my best not to show it. A birthday...it's such a simple thing. Why didn't he even mention it? Why is he so closed off and unapproachable!? I desperately want to be closer, why doesn't he give me a chance? 
"My friends gave me fifteen flights as a gift."
"Andrey!" I turned to him with an accusatory tone.
"What!?" He cut off my voice with his own. 
It sounded slightly threatening. Oh, this man won't allow me to raise my voice.
"I want to fly with you." I asked in a gentle, girly manner.
"We'll take off, but landing is unlikely." He smirked, closing the subject.
We pull up to a high fence, and I see a zoo sign. My face breaks into a wide smile, and I turn to him.
"Andrey, is this..."
"You wanted to see wild panthers." He interrupts without letting me express my delight.
"Yes! I adore wild animals, like you!"