Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(7)
“Ok,” I answered. “I am looking forward to it. Very much!” I can’t wait, I screamed inside.
“Are you on the pill, Monica?” he asked tone suddenly serious.
“Yes,” I replied a little caught off guard by the sudden change in the direction of the conversation.
“Good, baby. I don’t want any accidents. And just so you know I am clean, I just had a checkup. I want to feel every inch of you when you tremble around me. Is that okay, Monica?” he asked. His husky tone was back. When I didn’t answer right away he added, “But I’ll bring condoms if you want me to.”
“N-no, that’s okay. I trust you. I had some tests done, too,” I added to reassure him. I wanted to feel him as well. His description sounded so good to me. The way he was speaking was making me hotter and hotter. But then an image of my sister popped into my head. Unprotected sex had cost her so much early on in her life. “B-But,” I stammered, “Just for a little while maybe we should. We don’t know each other at all. You don’t know me.”
“I am not worried about that Monica, not with you. Even though, you’re sexy as hell, I know an innocent when I see one. That makes you even sexier to me,” he added. “But if it will make you feel better. I’ll bring protection, okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered lamely, and then added after a slightly awkward pause, “Victor, I am very excited about tomorrow night. I am so glad you called.”
“Me too, baby. I’ll respect your decision. Good night, Monica. I’ll see you tomorrow, well tonight actually. Wear a dress for me.” With that he hung up.
The school day dragged on slowly and I did end up showing a movie because even though I had maybe five hours of sleep after talking with Victor, they were filled with dreams of him with those ice blue eyes on fire for me. Our talk on the phone kept running through my mind all day too. While the students watched the film, I spent the day dreaming of him.
I called Ana on my lunch break and filled her in on my plans with Victor for that night, but I didn’t give her any details about the suggestiveness of the phone conversation. They were too delicious to share. She was happy for me that he had called and that I would get to see him so soon. “Okay, so dinner is first. That will take about two, maybe three hours with drinks, then hanky-panky by eleven,” she stated gleefully getting right to the point. I could hear her clapping her hands together in the background. I laughed. That was just like my sister, such a horn dog. “Now, don’t drink too much,” she cautioned, but then added suggestively, “You’re going to want to enjoy yourself, and the alcohol may dull the pleasure.”
“Ana, please. I’m at work,” I squealed behind my hand in the teacher’s lounge.
“Prude,” she teased but then became serious for a second. “I’m going to call your house at eleven o’clock to make sure you are okay, and that he is not some kind of maniac or something. If he is, just say on the phone, you did not talk to mom today, and I will rush over, grab a shovel out of the garage and bash his brains out. Okay?” That was my sister, too, very over-protective.
“Ana, I am a big girl now,” I pointed out, and after last night’s phone conversation I seriously doubted I would be backing out now. If he did half of what he promised, I considered myself very lucky indeed. She really was over the top sometimes when it came to my safety when she put herself into all kinds of risky situations. But she was the older sister, and she believed that gave her license to do as she pleased.
She interrupted me firmly, “Code words are-I did not talk to mom today. Got it?” She stated emphatically. She wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. I had no choice but to give in.
“I got it!” I laughed while shaking my head. “Okay, let me go now. I have one more class today, then home I will go to make myself sexy. I will talk to you later around eleven, I guess.”
It was seven o’clock and I had just finished straightening my hair. My hair was long and naturally wavy, but in the Florida heat it could get quite frizzy if I did not blow it out or straighten it. It reached about half way down my back when it was straightened, and was one of my best features.
Deciding what to wear though was going to require some thought though. Victor wanted me to wear a dress. I didn’t have a lot of sexy clothes or dresses. Dan and I hadn’t gone clubbing or dancing and had only gone out to family style restaurants that didn’t require some kind of dress code. I had a couple of cocktail dresses for work functions, and some gowns for when I chaperoned prom or homecoming. I was stumped. I did have one black cocktail dress. But a little black dress? Too cliché! I looked through my closet for the second time, and realized I did not have anything sexy enough in any other color. I was a teacher, and a bit on the conservative side. I almost panicked, but then I thought I could always wear one of my shifts from work and take it up a bit and forgo the blazer. The navy blue would do. It had a nice shimmer and a low cut square neckline that revealed a bit of cleavage and the rounded tops of my size c cupped breasts. I took the dress off the hangar, dropped my towel on the floor and held up the dress against me to see if I could make this work. It was fairly new. I had only worn it a couple of times and it was form fitting enough to be considered sexy, but not slutty. It would have to do. I was thirty not twenty-one, anyway. The dress went to just above my knees. I could easily cut the bottom and hem it up five or six inches. Satisfied with my decision, I put the dress aside for now.