Just One Night

4. Did we do it?

Sarah

Stars and moon.

Roses and lilies.

Damn, is it possible?

"What are you thinking?" A whisper hint of my dreamy state. I look at the fucking handsome and catchy source.

You are hot and you can cook.

No, Sarah no, he is a filthy rich playboy.

"It's nothing." I shake my head. I feel hungry and my head hurts. I reach up for breakfast and concentrate on my beaten egg. Waffles are a life-saving abode, add taste and extents direction to avoid the conversation as I stuff it all in. I love it, don't I?

He chuckles.

I look at his jawbones, the way it sharpens causing the flexing of his cheek as he smiles.

He has a twinkling eye.

" Don't stare at me like that, missy" He tantalizes catching me with a serious archaic look.

I keep looking at him," Or you will fall in them." Dimple again finds its way and he enjoys me in absolute horror.

I gasp and lower my head to my plate.

"Don't call me Missy," I say and stuff more of a waffle.

"Well, you told me a lot of things about people you have ever crossed with yesterday except your name, profession and where you live, your phone number..." He trails.

"And stuff like that." He adds seeing my blank expression.

"About what people?" I ask him.

"Your last boss liked me so much but as you didn't like me so he threw you from the edge. The cliff. "

Oh gross!

"And how in Madrid a man came up to you and asked for a dance and you, you just " he shakes his head and sighs deeply.

God, what did I tell you?

" And I just?"

"And you just danced with him." He says with a plain face starting at my stupendous look.

Did I tell him about Madrid?

Probably my mouth was going wide open at incredulity.

Was I all nonsense?

"You didn't make sense on a lot of occasions. But it was so much fun talking to you. You are cute. "

Yes, his eyes do sparkle.

"Yeah. ..am..okay." I manage. "Thank you."

He just stares at me, his smile slowly fading with something strong and not at all right. I can feel it coming but I don't resist.