I Have A Naughty Side[Editing]

Chapter 6! Do We?

6! Do We?

I sighed with pleasure as I sank into my bed. I shrugged off my shoes and wiggled my toes, letting them breathe. I closed my eyes and hummed a random melody, knowing I shouldn't be wasting time laying around and relaxing when I have a date with mystery man in an hour.

I got up smiling, all rested up, and threw my closet doors open. After a lot of trying on and a lot of taking off, I finally settled on ripped skinny jeans, a long shirt with a slightly low neckline, and a leather jacket. I stepped into my black boots, grabbed my messenger bag, and I was out of there, not even bothering to check my face in case it needed  a little touch up.

I pounded down the stairs of our hotel and out the door, just to see mystery man already sitting on the curb right in front of the building, reading a book.

"Hey, whatcha reading?" I asked, plopping down next to him.

He shot me a dazzling smile. "A Seperate Peace."

I cocked an eyebrow. "By John Knowles?"

"Oui." he said, blushing.

I could tell he knew it should've been way too easy for someone his age. I read that my freshman year! But I understood. He wasn't fluent in English, and it was actually very impressive. You don't meet a lot of French Americans.

"Wanna get going?" I asked, tactfully changing the subject.

"Why of course." he said, standing up and quickly reaching down to give me a hand.

 I took it greatfully and got up, stumbling a little on the high heels of my boots. He caught me around the waist, steadying my step. I smiled up at him and he winked at me. A dibs wink? I rolled my eyes. He isn't part of my modeling team. He doesn't know such a thing.

I wonder if Rex would approve of this guy.

I widened my eyes a little. Whoa, where did that come from? I don't care what Rex thinks about the guys I date. I gave my head a little shake and leaned into theguys chest a little.

He still hadn't let my waist go, and I didn't do anything about it. It gave me a sense of security. We walked to a local pastry shop and sat down at a table outside. It was a beautiful day, although now it was twilight, sending streamers of pink and blue across the sky.

"I could get used to this." I said contentedly, kicking back in my chair.

My date laughed. Yeah, I still don't know his name. "Then get used to it." he said simply.

I laughed and scooted closer to the table, leaning in with my arms folded. "So are you ever going to tell me your name?" I asked curiously.

"Maybe." he said mysteriously, smiling at my stumped face.

I crossed my arms defiantly. "Fine, then I won't tell you mine either!" I teased.

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "Just call me Mr. Hottie."

I smirked. "Not a chance."

He mock pouted. "You American's hurt."

I giggled and reached over to ruffle his hair. It was soft and thick. "Aww, poor baby."  I cooed.

"Mr. Hottie" rolled his eyes affectionately and bit into his cupcake. "I'm Peter."

I grinned. "Why, hello Peter!"

"Well aren't you going to tell me your name?!" Peter asked dumbfoundedly.

"Nope!" I said, popping the p. "You have to work for it."