If You Ask Me I'm Ready

Chapter 4- Who is this mystery man

Chapter 4 

When he was good, he was good. When he was bad? Well.

"You're not so bad yourself... for a white boy" Violet said to him.

Philipp laughed heartily and Violet's breath caught.

He hoisted her off the couch and into his lap, and nuzzled her ear.

"Violet I think we both know that I'm not a boy. I'm. All. Man"

The last three words were punctuated with little kisses around her ear and neck. 

She shivered and blushed internally. The waitress returned destroying the cosy moment.

Violet made a motion to slide off his lap but Philipp just held her tighter around her waist.

Miss bubbly gushing waitress was not so bubbly anymore. She smiled frostily at Violet and left the tray on the table in front of them before hitting a hasty retreat.

Philipp had ordered some Moet and Chandon champagne. Two dainty looking champagne glasses were set on the table beside it. Violet let out a low whistle. This kind of champagne didn't come cheap. She couldn't help but wonder what he would want in return for this.

Philipp sat her down beside him and proceeded to open the champagne. The popping of the cork was masked by the thumping music for which Violet was grateful for.

He poured the pink liquid into each champagne glass and handed her one.

"A toast. To beautiful things and to beautiful people"

Their glasses clinked and Violet looked into his eyes and sipped.

With his free hand Philipp brought her closer to him and tucked her under his arm.

"Why did you look so tense when I opened the champagne?"

Violet was mortified by the question. She cringed as she answered him.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

Intrigued, Philipp crossed his heart and promised.

Violet sighed. "I have a fear of loud noises"

"But you're in a club?"

"Music is different. I can handle loud music in a club because it's expected. When someone's opening champagne I never know when that cork will pop. It makes me anxious," Violet fidgeted with the hem of her tiny dress, drawing Philipp's attention to her smooth thighs.

"I absolutely HATE balloons. Those are the worst. I can't be in a place with balloons. It's just too much pressure. Anxiously waiting for one of them to burst," she said.

Philipp's lips began to twitch and his eyes began to water. It took all his strength not to laugh.

"Are you laughing at me??" Violet dug her elbow into his ribs none too pleased that he was laughing at her.

"I promised not to laugh at you. I'm laughing with you," He said as he laughed openly now. As annoyed as she was she couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

"I'm not laughing BOY," she said.

His laughter came to an abrupt stop and he narrowed his eyes at her, all passion and blazing lust.

"I told you already Violet. I'm not a boy. It would be good if you remembered that," he said.

Violet's nipples instantly hardened with the sound of the inherent promise in those words. She nervously sipped her drink barely appreciating the lightness and tangy taste of the champagne she was drinking.