His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Fifteen

They chose to meet at her place so that she’d be more comfortable as she was nervous. Becky was going to hang out with girlfriends for the night so that gave them the run of the apartment. Maria was standing in front of her bed, once again, trying to decide what to wear.

Should she be brazen and pull out the only sexy red dress she had in her closet, bought at Becky’s request shortly after they moved in together or be more reserved. She had a feeling if she wore the red dress, they wouldn’t be discussing the contract; it would be on the floor before they even had a chance, so this time she chose slacks and a loose fitting shirt. Something simple, leaving no room for distractions.

Thankfully she didn’t have to cook dinner. He was bringing Chinese takeout. He thought it would save them some time to do other things. She’s already changed her underwear three times because they got too damp to be comfortable. Her body was reacting to him and he wasn’t even there yet. And the closer it got to their meeting time, the greater the energy that rippled through her. It was like she was overtaken by a sex demon.

She spent all day reading over the contract, trying to understand the lingo used, which of course meant a lot of phone surfing. Maria half expected the swat team to break down her door on account of the kinkiness of her searches.

She was glad it was the weekend. She couldn’t even begin to imagine trying to concentrate at work today with the contract in her purse.

Outside, the wind was howling and the rain was making itself known against her balcony door. There was no way she was going out in that tonight. Hopefully Becky took a rain jacket. Walking into the kitchen, Maria opened the cupboard and pulled out some tall glasses. They might as well make use of the rum they bought previously. He let her take it home because he already had some at his place.

Her list of questions sat on the coffee table, along with the contract. Every time she looked over it, her stomach twisted in fancy knots. Could she submit? Was she a submissive? She was the quiet sort that often fell under the category, but her mind was a whole other matter. Her mind was bound to get her into trouble.

Maria looked at the burl clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes remained until their agreed upon meeting time. And she found that she couldn’t sit down, it was like she had ants in her pants. She moved around the apartment adjusting and readjusting anything and everything she could touch.

Moving towards the front door, she readjusted the key basket on the table. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Maria jumped a mile high.

“It’s just the door, you baby,” she muttered.

Glancing at herself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall, she gave herself a quick nod, happy with her appearance, and then turned to open the door. “Welcome to my humble abode?” she said, attempting to mimic his husky deep tone that he used when they first met.

Sylvester chuckled and then held up a bag of food. “Let’s dig in before we get too far ahead of ourselves. I’m famished.”

“Agreed.” She hadn’t eaten anything all day, was too nervous to eat, but the sweet and savoury aromas from the Chinese food made her stomach remember that it was made to eat, and she was glad to jump on the food first. That kept her safe for just a little bit longer.

As she went to walk to the kitchen to grab some plates, he grabbed her arm and twirled her towards him, pulling her close.

“I thought you wanted to eat first?” she said, placing her hands on his chest.

“I do, but there is one thing I want to taste first.” And with that, he lowered his lips to hers, brushing them ever so gently. He tasted of spicy peppermint.