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“I want you. I want you as Vincent and I want you as my brat. I want to take you out on dates and court you. I want to explore your kinks and help you discover more about yourself. I’m happy to take things as slow or as fast as you want. Just as long as from here on out, no more lies. I want this to work, but if I ever suspect you're keeping important things from me, I’ll be pissed. That includes during scenes or just in our day-to-day life.”
“I can do that.” Is all Vincent says.
“Good. Now I want to take you on a date.
Vincent nods his head, “Now?”
I smile at his enthusiasm, “Not today, Tesoro. Today I’m going to let you go home and have a think about everything that's happened in the last 24 hours. When you wake up tomorrow, if you still feel the same way about me - about us, then I’d love to take you on a date. Is that ok with you?”
Vincent's cheeks flush a pretty pink, and I make a vow to make him blush as often as possible.
Chapter 23 –
Vincent
The day passes in a blur of stabbing customers with a needle and flirty texts between David and I. I've been giving myself blue-balls all day long, my cock not knowing whether to stay hard or go soft, but every time David texts me, it perks back up to full mast.
So much so, I’m debating hiding in the customer bathroom just so I can rub one out. Every time I readjust myself, I catch my boss looking at me, a knowing look on his stupid face.
“What?” I say when I catch him smirking at me for the millionth time today.
He just laughs and shakes his head.
Motherfucker.
By the time four-o’clock rolls around, I’m struggling to stand still. Excitement is literally dripping from my pours.
“For fuck sakes, Vincent. Will you leave already! You're making me anxious,” Nate says. His words are mean, but I know he’s only fucking with me.
Usually, I would offer to stay late and help clean up the shop, but fuck that. I have a date to impress and I need to make sure I’m squeaky clean – inside and out.
I let the shop doors slam behind me and speed walk home. I have an hour and half before I need to be at David’s place, and according to google, it should take me twenty minutes to get there.
I rush home, practically sprinting away from the shop. After a very thorough shower, I dress in my tightest pants and nicest dress shirt. I use my expensive cologne – gotta make sure I smell yummy.
I spent some time fixing my hair into a messy looking braid that hangs down my back.
After slipping on my shoes, I send David a quick text, letting him know that I’m on my way. My Uber is already waiting outside.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at David’s place, the pre-date nerves tried to ramp up, but I shut them the fuck down.
I walk up the steps and press the buzzer on the number he gave me. A few seconds later I hear his voice, “I’ll buzz you in.”
Uh, even his voice is enough to make my cock twitch.
The door buzzes and I hear the lock unclick. Swinging the door open I head towards the lift, making sure to press the right floor number.
The numbered lights flick by slowly as we move up floor by floor. I tap my heels together, feeling as inpatient as ever. I could have just taken the stairs, but who wants to get unnecessarily sweaty?
Not me,I think to myself.
As soon as the elevator door opens, I slip my tall body through the gap, already looking at each door number.
I slip my phone out of my pocket and check the text David sent, even though I have our date time memorised, I just want to double check.
And there it is, my dream man is standing just behind that door. I’m stuck between knocking on the door like a normal human being, or pounding on the door as hard as I can, before turning around and dropping my pants and presenting my bare ass to the man.
Before I can make the decision, the flat door swings open. “I thought I heard footsteps out here.”