I was sitting in a Porsche, waiting for Adrian, wearing a white bralette and a skirt looking every bit like a tease. My boobs were on display as always, still sore from the way they'd been pressed last night, yet aching for more.
Adrian arrived and slid into the driver's seat, handing me a bouquet of flowers. I had expected roses or a mix of blooms, but instead, they were tulips.
"How did you know these are my favorite?" I asked, smiling.
He returned my smile. "I just knew. Ready for shopping?"
"Absolutely! But… can we go for a movie first?" I asked.
"A movie? Which one?" he inquired.
"How about Unicorn?" I said, excitement in my voice.
He laughed. "What do you even want to watch about a donkey with a penis on its head?"
I blinked, shocked not because it was inappropriate, but because it reminded me of a friend back home who used to make the exact same joke.
"I thought you'd be more into 50 Shades of Grey or 365 Days," he added.
"Sheesh," I laughed, shaking my head.
"But madam," he teased, "it's risky going into a dark theater with a girl like you. God knows what intentions you might have with an innocent man like me."
"Innocent man, who couldn't stop fucking me all night. Wow," I said, widening my eyes.
"Sorry, babygirl," he replied with a smirk that sent shivers down my spine, "but I would never stop myself from fucking you any night."
"But I think we should go shopping first," he said, a teasing smirk on his lips. "The way you've been lingering over those clothes… I already feel a little pity for you." I just nodded, unable to hide my excitement.
We started browsing in one of Paris' most beautiful malls. The clothes weren't cheap, but every piece was worth it. I grabbed every princess dress I could imagine.
"I never knew you liked all this," he said, glancing at my selections. "I always saw you in something tiny, barely covering those perfect curves of yours."
It was true I didn't mind wearing shorts or revealing outfits, and I loved the attention they brought me. But even at eighteen, I had always adored long, flowing princess gowns. The skimpy clothes filling my wardrobe had mostly been chosen by Ezel. I didn't correct him which could have lead to more mess; instead, I added a few extremely revealing dresses too, just to avoid raising suspicion.
I went to try on all the dresses, expecting Adrian to follow me in and well do something "unappropriate, dirty" But he didn't.
Who said I wasn't a little impatient? Deep down even I was a horny prick. I called him anyway.
"Can't wait a moment without me?" he asked. I said nothing, thinking maybe it had been a mistake.
It wasn't.
He started removing my clothes gently, as if unwrapping a delicate gift. The dress slipped to the floor, and my heart pounded, nerves and desire tangled together with memories of last night.
Then he helped me into all the new dresses, his demeanor shifting seamlessly from a hot, teasing stepbrother to a careful brother assisting his sister.
What the fuck, man, I thought. I had expected him to do something scandalously dirty, yet here he was, acting almost brotherly. Honestly, it was a little disappointing. But deep down, I could see it in his eyes he was teasing me, savoring every moment in his own way.
"If you are done, come Erica, let's watch the movie." Adrian said
'So he is trying hard to resist himself from me, lets see how much he is able to resist himself, while im constantly tempting him."