Kelsey helped me out with my outfit for the date. It was a hidden dress that was in my closet. It was red silk with a plunging neckline. It came mid thigh and it had straps. She gave me some black stilettos to go with it.
"Kelsey, I can't do this," I told her. My hands were starting to get sweaty.
She turned to me. "You are not flaking out. You are going on this date, missy!"
I sighed. I was just so nervous! I haven't been on a date since I was a teen. What if I screw things up and he won't like me anymore?
The doorbell rang and I grew even more nervous. Kelsey went and got it while I stayed upstairs. I smoothed out my dress and moved a curl out of my face.
I heard the front door open and close. I heard Kelsey and Mitchell talking. I had to go downstairs, but my feet wouldn't let me.
"Vanessa! Come down here!" Kelsey yelled from downstairs. Here we go.
I took in a deep breath and grabbed my handbag. I made my way down the stairs.
"Vanessa." Mitchell was at the end of the stairs. He held his hand out and I took it. What a gentleman.
My face immediately turned red as he kissed my hand. Kelsey gave me a wink.
"Have fun you two," Kelsey said, going upstairs to her room.
Mitchell chuckled as he touched my heated face. "Are you ready to go?" he asked me.
I nodded. He held my hand in his and we went outside. I saw that he had a very nice black Mercedes Benz. I don't know anything about cars, but I know a little bit about Mercedes.
He opened the passenger door open for me and I went in. He turned on the engine once when he was in his seat. His seats were made of leather and very comfy... oddly.
"Where are we headed?" I asked, curious to where he was taking me.
"My house," Mitchell said casually.
"Your house?" The heck? Why his house?
"Something wrong with that?"
"N-No! I-I just thought we were going to a restaurant." I stuttered.
"I've decided to make you a homemade dinner. Get it? Homemade? So, I wanted it to be made at home?"
I laughed nevously. "I'm fine with that." I said, blushing again.
"I love it when you blush," Mitchell whispered in my ear.
I shivered and turned my head to the road. Couldn't bring myself to look into those deep blue orbs.
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She looked incredibly sexy in that red dress. I saw every single curve and my wolf wanted out. He wanted to claim here, right here in this car. I forcefully pushed him down. The only thing that stayed was my erection. Hopefully she sees that I want her.
I made her a famous Italian meal. Pasta. Famous, right? I am one of those men that don't cook a lot. So I made her a simple meal, well I thought it was simple. Hopefully she likes it.
"We're here," I told her, getting out of the car, first to help her out. She blushed again and I chuckled. I took her hand and led her inside.
I heard her gasp as we entered.
"Mitchell, your house is beautiful!" she said to me.
"Thank you. This will be your home one day too." Dammit, I sounded like I pedophile. Way to go, Mitchell.
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A Curvy Mate
Werewolf"Do I make you uncomfortable?" he asked, about to put on his shirt. "No! Um, I'm just wondering-" "Why I don't have my shirt on?" he finished for me. I nodded. "Well, it's blazing outside and the only way to cool down was to take off my shirt." ...