The car glided through the city streets as Behati stared out the window, her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The imported Italian car, the sleek leather seats the tinted windows were the kind of luxury she wasn't used to. Next to her, Y/N sat calm and composed, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, one hand resting effortlessly on the steering wheel and the other on Behati's leg.
As they pulled up to the restaurant Behati felt the weight of what she was doing, she had been to fancy places before, for modeling deals and upscale events, but Y/N had chosen a restaurant that was on an entirely different level.
The restaurant's facade was modern, bright and elegant. The kind of place where million dollar deals were made, but where wealth wasn't flaunted around.
"Wow..." Behati muttered.
Y/N smiled slightly, her usual poised expression softening. "You like it? It's one of my favourite places."
"Like it? I've never been to a place like this, this is wonderful" Behati admitted, eyes wide as the valet opened the door for her and helped her out of the car. He then quickly moved to opened the door for Y/N, who rounded the car to join Behati.
Without a word, Y/N placed a gentle hand on Behati's back as they walked into the restaurant, the gesture both protective and respectful.
The inside was even more breathtaking. High ceilings, soft lighting, and every table seemed to be its own private world, cocooned in luxury. Behati could feel herself gaps, trying to keep her awe in check.
Y/N watched her, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as if Behati's wonder was endearing. The waiter came over and introduced himself to Y/N and Behati.
"Shall we?" He gestured toward their table, leading them through the restaurant with the grace.
Once seated, Behati finally exhaled, her nerves settling into something more comfortable as the evening unfolded.
Y/N ordered some wine, and they got handed two menus. One thing that immediately caught Behati eyes was the fact that there was no price next to the food, they both ordered their food and they fell into a comfortable conversation.
Y/N was attentive in a way that surprised her, she wasn't pushy, or cold, but warm and composed. She listened, asked questions, and maintained eye contact in a way that made Behati feel seen and admired.
"So, tell me more about where you're from," Y/N said, leaning back as she swirled her glass of wine. "If I recall correctly you are from Namibia, right?"
"Yeah," Behati nodded, feeling a little spark of excitement. Not many people asked her about home. "It's beautiful. I grew up in the countryside, mostly surrounded by nature and animals. My family had a little place far from the city, so it was all wide open spaces, clear skies... It was a different kind of life."
Y/N's eyes softened with interest, her usual polished demeanor giving way to something more human. "That sounds incredible. I've always lived in the city, so that sounds like another world to me... I can't even imagine how it would feel to live in the middle of nature."
"It was wonderful" Behati smiled, remembering the peace of those days. "It felt like I was growing up in my own little bubble."
They continued talking, the conversation flowing naturally as they exchanged stories. Behati found herself laughing easily with Y/N, the initial nerves melting away. The more they spoke, the more Behati saw beyond Y/N's professional exterior. She was intelligent, with a sarcastic humor, but there was also a kindness to her—a subtle warmth that Behati hadn't expected.
"So, are you dating anyone?" Y/N asked, seeing that Behati's wine glass was empty and signaling to the waiter who rushed to fill it up.
Behati shook her head, as she watched the waiter walk away after setting the bottle down "No, not really. I've been focusing on work, or at least trying to." She gave a small, self-conscious laugh. "But since Victoria's Secret closed down, it's been hard. No one really books me as much anymore."
Y/N tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "I see." The calmness in her tone didn't betray much, but Behati noticed the way Y/N made a mental note of what she said.
"What about you?" Behati asked
"I'm married," Y/N said, her voice steady but not detached. "I've been married for almost ten years. I have two kids, Nathaniel, who's five, and Amelia, she's three."
Behati blinked in surprise. "Ten years is a long time isn't it ?"
Y/N chuckled softly. "It is."
"So why... why do you need someone like me?" Behati asked, her genuine curiosity shining through her words. "If you're married, why would you go out with someone like me or... Miranda?"
Y/N hummed, considering her answer for a moment. "I have only gone out with Miranda once, it was ages ago, before I was even married," she admitted, her honesty catching Behati off guard. "As for you, I don't usually see other people, I don't usually do this. But my wife and I... haven't been out on dates, haven't been well, intimate, in over two years. Not for my lack of trying, I still love her, care deeply for my family and for my wife, but... when I met you, I felt something." Her gaze locked onto Behati's. "I felt a connection I hadn't felt in a long time and I hope you felt it too. I don't want you to think this is a routine for me, this is special, you are special."
Behati felt a warmth rise in her cheeks at Y/N's words, the intensity of her gaze sending a little thrill through her.
" so you like me..." Behati said and Y/N couldn't help but laugh warmly.
"Exactly. It doesn't mean I don't love my wife. But I find you incredibly attractive, Behati."
Behati didn't know how to respond, so she took another sip of wine, letting the warmth of the alcohol settle her nerves. "So, this... us, it's just..."
"Dinners," Y/N explained, her voice calm and steady. "We'll chat, enjoy each other's company. And if you feel comfortable—if you want to—I'll invite you to join me at a hotel."
Behati met her gaze, her expression serious. "And what if I don't want to?"
"Then I'll pay for dinner, for your time, and I'll take you home," Y/N said without hesitation. "Simple as that. Your comfort is just as important as mine. If you choose to come with me and , if at any moment feel uncomfortable or want to stop, we'll stop. No questions asked."
Behati nodded slowly. There was something reassuring about Y/N's calmness, her respectfulness. "Okay."
Y/N's lips curved into a tender smile. "Good. Now, tell me—what are you comfortable with, and what are things you don't want to do if we go back to the hotel?"
Behati frowned slightly, confused. "What do you mean?"
Y/N's smile didn't waver as she explained gently, "Are you okay with me kissing you? Touching you? Are you comfortable touching me?"
"Oh," Behati's eyes widened slightly. "Yes, I thought that was a given... or I wouldn't be here."
"Not always," Y/N said with a soft chuckle. "Miranda, for example, doesn't kiss her clients. She says it's too personal."
Behati took a sip of her wine, thinking. "I guess I don't mind it. I mean, you're my first... connection, Y/N. I'm not sure what I like or don't like yet. But I'd like to figure it out with you."
Y/N's smile widened, and the warmth in her eyes made Behati's heart flutter. "I'd be honored to help you with that."
They finished their meal, the conversation continuing to flow easily between them. There was an undeniable chemistry—an electric connection that neither of them could ignore. By the time dessert arrived, Behati found herself completely at ease, even enchanted by Y/N's calm demeanor and how effortlessly she made Behati feel special, understood, wanted.
When the check came, Y/N paid without even looking at the bill. She then stood up and extending her hand toward Behati. "Shall I take you home? Or will you be spending the night with me?"
Behati didn't hesitate. She took Y/N's hand, her heart racing but her decision clear. "I'd like to spend the night with you."
