Female Robbery (Z.M)

21 ; dancing with hands tied

Alina POV

I kept changing my outfit in the last twenty minutes. I'm being so indecisive wanting to look absolutely perfect.

"Angel stop, you look perfect in that." Zayn murmurs making me pause from taking off this dress. A red cocktail dress. Smooth as silk. With a slit down my cleavage that gave anyone who was looking a good view. A bit tight around my waist area but still breathable. Then there's the slit on my left leg, that hikes up to my thigh almost up to my waist. Stops at my hip bone though so it gives a great leg view. Lastly are my gold heels. If anything I'd have to say this outfit makes me look hot.

Right now I'd call myself a perfect 10 even. Most days, I'm a solid 5 I think, 6 would be pushing it.

"Alina." I say high headily.

"Right now you look perfect. No more changes let's go." He says sternly gesturing towards the clock. It was almost eight, so that means I've been doing this, for a good forty minutes.

"Fine you're right. Let's go." I sigh picking up my clutch. There's not much I can do anyways. In all honesty I look good in this dress up. Not too mention Zayn holy fuck! My mouth went dry. I could skip out of dinner and have him as my first course meal.

Zayn's dressed in an all black suit from head to toe. Hugging his body perfectly, leaving nothing to imagination, or at least to me. His usual quiffed hair is combed back all sleek and shiny. What kills me is how perfect his stubble looks on him! Nicely trimmed to perfection. Everything about his look tonight makes me want to say fuck it to dinner and take him back into my room.

I noticed he's eyeing me too, so when out eyes met up with each other, there's a wolfish grin on his lips. Instead of shying away like I'd usual do I met his grin with one of my own. I curl my lips at the edges hoping it looks sexy like I'm aiming for. That causes him to chuckle rising one hand to caress his beard.

Zayn then extends his right hand out to me and I walk forward. I place my left hand into his, he brings it up to his mouth pressing softly. The whole time looking into my eyes making the exchange more intense.

"You look so beautiful Alina." He murmurs huskily.

I clear my throat pulling my hand from his to bring it up to his cheek. As much as I want to sink both hands into his mane of hair, to bring his face down to mine I had to resist.

At least till after dinner, I tell myself.

"You look handsome." I whisper noticing how deep my voice pools.
I can't believe this human-being reciprocates my feelings as well.

"Before we go Alina I do want to mention something." Zayn stops me with one hand placed on my arm. I turn back feeling an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Don't tell me he's changing his mind?

"God I forget you're of school-girl age. Take that worried look off. I'm not dumping you." He teases with a coy smile. I instantly feel relief which is highly noticed. I try smiling to ease the awkwardness but I only end up blushing more.