radicalducati 27 Meeting the Sister
27 Meeting the Sister
His proposal hasn't left my mind all day. I'm nervous for some reason. How will it go? Will I get along with his sister? I really want this meeting to go well. After all, a man with whom you're intimate doesn’t introduce his... what - mistress? partner? A woman, he plans something more than just sex? To a member of his family every day?
These thoughts circle like annoying flies, bothersome, forcing me to replay them in my head again and again. Because I've already admitted to myself that HE has involuntarily become important to me, that my attraction to him is growing stronger, and it's frightening. But at the same time, I desire it even more.
I blink and look at my smartphone display. It's almost six in the evening, time to get ready. Andriy has reserved a table at a restaurant downtown. He also informed his sister that he would not be alone.
The fact that he's ready and even suggested this meeting is impressive. Could it be that Polianskyi is serious and doesn’t just see our relationship as trivial sex? A fragile hope suddenly sparks in my chest and continues to smolder there like a little ember.
Finally, this day, which seems endlessly long, is ending. Andriy and I leave the office building. Again, in turns...
I'm irritated by this thought, then I realize it and try to dispel such unnecessary and untimely feelings, as it's especially needed now. And the fact that I want to openly take his hand and shout to the whole world that this man is mine does not make the situation much better. Whether he is mine as much as I want him to be, I don't know. No, the whole thing is too fragile and uncertain.
We drive downtown. Andriy parks the Audi in the restaurant parking lot, and we get out of the car.
" Andriy, " a belated realization pops up, "how did you phrase this offer to your sister?"
" What offer? " he asks, raising an eyebrow.
" Well, I mean..., " I drag on, stumbling for a moment and correcting myself: " When you introduce me to her, will you present me as... um... a colleague?
I blush on that note, as I hadn't intended to directly question him about our relationship, or at least my role in it in his eyes. Still, I force myself to look up. Turquoise eyes shine with understanding and... twinkle. A rebellion instantly rises in my chest.
" Of course, " he confirms, and something invisible and fragile suddenly snaps in my stomach area and plummets. And then Polianskyi craftily continues: " As a colleague as well, " he stops, and a warm palm lands on my fragile waist. Pulls me closer. " But also as a woman I’m in a relationship with.
" Oooh, " I can only exhale with surprise, or rather, bewildered joy. " A relationship, then? " I inquire with confusion in my voice.
" Yes, " he affirms calmly. " Any objections?
I just smile, and from my lips flutters an ironic:
" Objections? What objections? " I raise an eyebrow and continue. " Since the boss says it so confidently.
Andriy freezes for a moment, then begins to laugh.
" I like your submissiveness, Milana," he pinches my buttock lightly, causing me to jump in surprise.
But I involuntarily catch his playful mood, and with a laugh, I slap his naughty hand with mine and throw:
" Poliansky, submissiveness can quickly disappear... or become annoying. What then? " I puff and look provocatively.
He just leans in closer and whispers in my ear with a suddenly deep voice:
" I know how to turn you into a wild kitten, Milana. Where to press, where to touch, and where to caress with my tongue… " his turquoise gaze darkens with these words, captivates me and makes my imagination run wild. " So I doubt I’ll get bored with it.
My breathing falters, and heat rises not only to my cheeks. A fire ignites in my lower abdomen from his words. We approach the restaurant doors, and Andriy gallantly opens them and gestures for me to go ahead. I run my tongue over my suddenly dry lips, trying to calm my heart, responding to his words with a wild rhythm, and forcing myself to keep walking.
" Andriy, " suddenly, another totally different thought strikes me. " You and Lukash are friends, right?
" Yeah, we grew up together. Why?
" If we're not yet publicizing our... um, relationship at the office, " the last word comes out of my mouth with surprise notes. It feels strange to use it concerning us, yet I relish it involuntarily, and it feels damn good, " isn’t there a risk that Nadya might mention it to Lukash? They know each other, don’t they?"
Andriy looks with understanding:
" Of course, they know each other. He's like a brother to Nadya and me. But answering your question," no. They don’t keep in touch. So there’s no risk.
" Understood, " I exhale and relax.
I look around the room. Andriy chose for dinner not a pretentious expensive restaurant, which would have been uncomfortable for me today, but a cozy and colorful one, with soft velvet chairs and sofas and almost a family atmosphere. For meeting a family member," just right. An excellent choice.
My gaze slides over the round black polished tables, set with golden utensils, and collides with one in the corner, where a slender young woman is sitting, "a brunette with very beautiful, refined features and plump lips. Of all present, she does not fit this cozy, idyllic picture, not at all.
But Andriy confidently walks right to that table, and I realize the model clearly hasn’t mistaken the venues. This is his sister. I catch myself thinking that I imagined her much younger because at her twenty-five, she looks like an experienced young woman who has seen a lot in life.
We move closer. Nadya, seeing Andriy, stands up from her chair. When she sees Poliansky, a wide smile spreads across her face. And then her gaze shifts towards me. Turquoise eyes, just like her brother's, only more of a blue shade, travel up and down my body attentively, noting the broad hand that Andriy still keeps on my waist, and finally rest on my eyes.
All my former experience now screams that in front of me is a bitch. And perhaps, quite a formidable one, but her face sports such a genuine smile that I involuntarily quiet all instincts and smile back warmly. Nadya comes closer. She behaves confidently and unforced. She pecks Andriy on the cheek and extends her hand for a handshake:
" My name is Nadya, " she looks expectantly, and finally, I press the cold hand with delicate fingers and impeccable manicure. " Milana, right?
" Yes, nice to meet you, " suppress the disgusting feeling from the handshake and the untimely desire to pull my hand away childishly. After all, she's not the first bitch I've encountered on my way.
Andriy looks at us with satisfaction and pulls out a chair for me, helping me sit down. Nadya does not wait and sits down on her own chair. Time then flies faster, as Andriy makes the order. Now I'm indifferent to food, as my appetite has vanished anyway. Yet the servers promptly accept the order and soon bring it to us.
Nadya sustains the conversation with the skills of a gifted interviewer. With a light, untroubled smile, she asks questions, sometimes awkward ones, such as "How long have you been together?" However, between the lines, I can clearly read something completely different in the cold blue eyes: "How serious are these relationships? Is this just a fuck that slightly exceeded the bed limits?".
I grit my teeth involuntarily, but of course, I don’t voice my suspicions to Poliansky. All of a sudden, he gets a phone call. With a slightly frowning expression, he looks at the phone, then stands up from the chair and, excusing himself, walks away. "Yes, Bianco? I'm listening," his response still reaches my ears as I look up and lock eyes with his sister’s icy blue gaze, where, however, mockery openly plays.
I only press my lips tighter and decide to make it clear to this impudent woman that she's messed with the wrong one. She’ll grind her teeth before she bites. So I no longer pretend to be an innocent lamb. Long-forgotten bitchiness in me now contentedly stretches, and I lean back in the chair. I see Nadya doing the same, and the fake mask slips off the beautiful face.