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Subjects #3 Abby and Alex

I'm nervous.

I, Abby, Am nervous for a date

It's in his house instead of a restaurant, we've met twice outside at parties with other people around and we kind of had a coffee date when we accidentally ran into each other, but it could've all been a lure to kill me.

Oh so dramatic

I make it to his penthouse and I knock on the door. The Beautiful dirty blonde, blue/grey eyed, chiseled Adonis opens the door. "You made it, and you're perfectly on time. Come in." He smiles and steps aside and I walk in the door.

"Can I get something to drink? Beer? Scotch? Or maybe a water or Coke. You have lots of options." His voice was deep, but soothing.

"You got any white wine?" I look back at him and he has a smirk on his face. "Woman of taste I see." He walks over to the fancy bar and grabs the white wine out of the wine fridge, and two glasses.

I go over and sit on one of the stools. I pull my red, skin fitting dress down so I don't show my underwear.

He smiles and pours the $200 looking wine into a glass and hands me one. "Thank you. When you said you traded stocks I thought you meant you were living in your moms basement and traded bitcoin. This is a nice place you own." I joke and he lets out a laugh.

"I don't, it's rented for the night. I live in my car." He deadpans. "Oh I- uh ok nice." I feel awkward. "I'm kidding. I own this and 2 other penthouses. One in LA and one in New York. My dad lives in this town so I stay around if he needs me." He gives a genuine smile and I see his dimples.

"That's sweet, my parents live in Arizona. Im only in Ohio because I got a full ride scholarship, and I would be dumb to not accept it." I say and he nods in agreement.

"So how does one trade stocks?" I ask and he shrugs. "It's a long and quite frankly boring process, but as long as I play my cards right it's a very lucrative process." He explains and I take a sip of my wine.

"Well keep up whatever the process is because you seem to be very well off." I smile and he fake gasps. "Abby... are you a gold digger?" He asks and expects me to get offended.

"Not in the slightest, I know my worth and it isn't plastering my pussy on the sidewalk for someone else's money." He lets out a giant laugh. "I like you Abby. Most girls would've already thrown themselves at me already." I laugh at this.

"Unlike them I still have a little bit of class."

"I can tell. Women like you are hard to find in the world."

We start talking for a while and get to learn about each other while getting a bit tipsy. He's moved onto a Whiskey while I have a piña colada that he made himself. But I have to say, this date is going perfectly, he is a very nice man.

We're now sat on the couch. "Why are you studying forensics?" He asks while giving a small smile. "I'm trying to become a CSI. But I'm only here because of that full ride scholarship. I got accepted into a few big Ivy League, just couldn't afford them."

"Dang so you must be smart. You're a freshman right?"

"I guess you could say that. And I'm a Sophomore." I laugh.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh?"

"Not really, no boys have nearly as much respect as you." I looked at him in the eyes.

He has a thirst in his eyes. Lust.

"Do you want to play a game?" He asks, scooting closer to me. I raise an eyebrow. "What is this? Saw?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "No I promise, I do not want to kill you." I usher for him to continue.