Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

"I must admit that it is difficult to get bored with you," I heard a few steps after I left a fifty-euro note on the restaurant counter to pay for the wine, including a tip for the trouble.

"You gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed. I began to breathe fresh air deeply to calm down.

"I almost didn't recognize you dressed like that. What were you doing with that individual? "

"It's a very long story," I confessed, slowing my pace.

"I have plenty of time," he replied, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm sure your story is more interesting than my appointment tonight."

"Did you have an appointment?" I exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.

"A very boring one," he said without giving more details.

"We're both in the same situation then," I sighed. "I had to go out with that dull pedant to do my best friend a favour in exchange for the tickets of my favorite band's concert."

"Il Divo," he immediately said as I pronounced the last word.

"And how do you know?" I asked amazed.

"You wrote down the concert date in your planner and then deleted it because you didn’t find the tickets."

Did he read the whole planner? I'm afraid to ask him.

"Thank you for reminding me that you are a degenerate gossip," I said crossing my arms making my gorgeous interlocutor laugh.

Idiot... and handsome like the sun. But idiot, after all.

"It was too intriguing. It's way better than reading a tale of mystery late at night."

"For the record, I'm not slapping you in the face just because you managed to get that moron in the restaurant leave me alone by pretending to be my boyfriend," I admitted with regret.

"So you admit I did you a favour," he smiled.

"A favour? I don't know. I still can't forgive you for stealing my planner. Besides, you are blackmailing me to give it back."

"I have to remind you that you ruined a thousand-euro shirt."

"One thousand euros?" I asked in disbelief. "Not even if it were golden!"

"Limited edition," he added without further details.

"I said that I'd pay for the laundry," I said.

"Too late... I had already chosen your punishment," he teased, getting even closer. He was so close that I could feel his breath touching my lips.

"Okay, I admit it," I said, moving away from his face away not to melt in his gaze. "You did me a favour, but I finished the job."

"And I would say you did very well," he replied. I started walking even slower and he adjusted to my pace.

"I'm used to defending myself," I admitted unbuttoning the top button of my shirt that was beginning to asphyxiate me.

"If your goal was to go unnoticed, I assure you that you achieved the opposite result," he said, looking at me.

"Because I look like a nun who ran away from the convent two days ago?" I asked awkwardly.

"Primarily because of what your clothes hide," he assured in a deep voice.

"Do you find me sexy, Mr. Devoir?" I said taken by a moment of bravado.

To my amazement he came close enough to brush my ear with his lips and I felt his nose caressing my hair.

Oh my God... I’m going to faint in the middle of the street.

"Of course," he whispered in such a sensual tone that made even my toes shake and my heart stop.

Damn me and the moment I decided to put on my nun's underwear!

Chapter VI

"I seriously believe you urgently need a pair of glasses, Mr. Devoir," I replied, dodging his gaze and resuming my steps.

Not only handsome, but also a smooth talker.

I heard his chuckle as I walked, an instant before I saw his profile at my side again.

"Maybe you are right," he replied with a tinge of malice that did not go unnoticed. "However, I feel compelled to accompany you home so that your nun's clothes reach their destination safe and sound."

I reacted by covering my mouth with my hand to avoid a loud laugh. "Okay," I accepted with a smile still painted on my face.

We walked to his car and I was not at all surprised when I saw that brand new black coupé that was flaunting his wealth.

Eventually it was probably true that his shirt cost a thousand euros and he wasn't joking about it.

"Will you get in? Don't worry, it won't bite," he said, bringing me back to reality.

"I don't know if I want to get in. What if I ruin something? Will I have to pay for it?" I answered a little distressed.

He smiled, and his prompt reaction to open the door for me calmed me down.

"It depends," he whispered, followed by a brief silence. I took the opportunity to pull up my skirt a bit to be able to get in the car. "I accept payments in kind only".

"In kind? It's definitely starting to get too hot in here," I thought and my breathing became more rapid and nervous.

As I sat down and Damian closed the door, I was inebriated by the smell of the leather seats and the notes of his perfume still present inside the car. But above all, I smelled luxury, luxury and money everywhere.

He got into the car and started the engine. A pleasant thought occurred to me: for at least ten minutes I would share the same space with that Greek statue and a few days later I will also spend an entire weekend with him. My God!

Mental note: to buy expensive lace lingerie... very expensive... extremely expensive!

"Seatbelt!" he reminded to me, breaking the silence and my perception of the darkness that enveloped us in the car.

"What?" I asked as I regretted about my appearance that didn't match the car at all. Damn the moment I