1. Blind Date

Chelsea got out of the cab and got ready to enter the luxurious bar. She couldn't deny that she was a little nervous, it was her first date with Fred, the guy she met on one of the most recent apps. Unlike the rest of the dating apps, the user's profile is incognito, so she is literally on a blind date.

She goes to the bar, orders a gin and tonic, it's her drink of choice, not to mention that it allows her to get out of his shyness a bit. Sh looks at his watch a couple of times.

"Should I write him?" She mutters under her breath. She opens his bag to extract her cell phone, and as is often the case, she can't find it, "For Gods sake, where di I leave my cell phone?. —She puts his finger to his forehead, tapping lightly as she repeats, "Think Chel, think. —suddenly she remembers that he must have left it on the marble counter in the kitchen— "It had to be there. All for leaving in a hurry to arrive on time and he doesn't arrive. I have no choice but to wait for him. But how will I know it's him? He never told me how I would be dressed, of course I didn't either".

She will wait only twenty minutes, if he has not arrived in that period she will leave. While she keeps to her soliloquy, she decides to go to the dressing table and touch up her makeup, she wants to look perfect, she wants to dazzle her man. It's been more than a year since she had her last conquest, and she wants to look as normal as the rest of her friends.

"Excuse me, the ladies' room?" she asks the bartender, and he points down the hallway. She stands up, makes a gesture with her hand that she will soon be back.

As she touching up her makeup, she sees that a couple of minutes have passed, so she returns to the bar, sits down, and keeps moving her leg impatiently; Among the few lights that illuminate the place, she distinguishes the silhouette of a man.

"Will it be him?" She watches him pull out his cell phone and call a couple of times. She assumes that yes, it must be him who is trying to call her. She sits down, orders another drink, and looks at him—"Five minutes and I walk over. Just that."

Meanwhile, the man also perceives the insistence with which the girl at the bar looks at him.

"Pretty baby." He murmurs— "If you don't show up at that door in five minutes, Larissa Hamilton, you're going to regret it because I'm not going to stay tonight without having a good time."

Suddenly, he sees the beautiful girl approaching the table. She looks at him as if expecting him to react in the same way as she does, showing interest.

"Fred?" She asks with some hesitation. If he was her blind date, she'd nailed it this time, that man was perfect.

"Yes! Yes, sit down." He gets up, takes the chair, and she sits down.

As she tries to calm her nervousness, he moistens his lips and thinks about devouring that candy with paper and all.

"I saw you were calling me. Sorry, I left my phone forgotten on the counter at home.

"Yes, I was about to leave," he discreetly pulls out his phone and turns it off while thinking "sorry dear, your substitute has arrived"

"Well, tell me, how have you been?" Last night I couldn't connect to chat because I was a bit busy doing some resumes to look for a job.

"I missed not seeing you on social media," he adds with extreme mischief. He can see her blush. "What do you want to drink?" He asks.

"I don't know, I have already drunk a pair of gin and tonics," he raises both eyebrows in surprise at her answer.

"You're ahead of me, but how about we toast with Champagne, it's a unique occasion, don't you think?"

"Sure, no problem."

He calls the innkeeper, who upon seeing him greets him with confidence, just as he goes to call him by name he gestures to him to stop it.

"Welcome to you and your companion tonight.

"Champagne to toast with my dear..." He pauses and she steps forward to answer:

"Chelsea." Forgot my name? She asks, a little puzzled.

"Not at all. It's just that I'm a little unfocused, you know the work.

"You told me you were a graphic designer, didn't you?"

"Yes, exactly. Believe it or not, it requires a lot of creativity, that's why I usually look for an idea, an insight in everything I see, to develop it later," he winks, Chelsea blushes, she never imagined that Fred was so uninhibited and sexy, "and you told me that..."

—I just graduated as a Technician in Business Administration.

"Why don't we leave our chats for later?" I would like to know a little more about this Chelsea. She nods.

"Yes, of course.

The innkeeper comes over and uncorks the bottle, she is surprised to see this; never before did she think that she would be the VIP protagonist of such a famous scene from the romantic movies that she usually watches in his apartment. The astonishment on her face is not lost on Steve.

"For tonight you start in the best company". Cheisea blushes again. "To you and for our date!" She raises her glass and they toast, she sipping the frothy drink.

Once again she surprises to the expert in seducing women Steve Bullock, the prestigious CEO of the Bullock & Company owned by his father Hugh Bullock, the Traden Coin tycoon magnate. For a man like Steve, it's amazing to see a girl be amazed by things that are simple and very common to him. He is used to dating women of the world, uninhibited like his current partner Larissa Hamilton, the blogger of the moment.

"Would you like something to eat?", he asks.

"No, you don't have to. I've already had dinner.

"Then another toast", pour the second glass of champagne for her, who for the second time, takes it in one gulp.

The conversation becomes pleasant and funny, especially for Chelsea, who can't stop laughing about everything. Soon midnight arrives and Steve reminds him to arrive early for the partner meeting.

"I think we should go!"

"Sure," agrees her, who also has an interview early in the morning at what may be her new job as an assistant at a prestigious local company.

As he gets up to greet the bar manager, Chelsea tries to stand up, but she's very dizzy. She tries to hide when she sees the handsome man, go to where she is. He offers her his arm and she latches herself to him as if she never wants to let go.

Steve realizes what's going on with that girl, she's drunk; he guessed that would happen from the moment he saw her drink in one sip the four glasses of Champagne she drank in just minutes. Although that is a point in his favor for a playboy like him, for some strange reason he feels tenderness towards her.

They get in the luxury car, she remembers one of the hot conversations she had with Fred, she laughs mischievously.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing." She replies. Steve looks at her and smiles, but without him expecting it, she leans over to him, grabs him by the neck, and kisses him passionately.

As their lips kiss together, he thinks about how hot that girl is, and the tenderness towards her disappears in a matter of milliseconds and now he just wants to possess her.

"Let's go somewhere else," he proposes, but in her mind she only cycles the conversation between her and Fred about how much fun it would be to do it in a car in the moonlight.

"Let yourself go," she hisses.

"Do you want to do it here?" He asks, poking between her legs. She arches her back and shudders at the touch of his phallic fingers. They can stop us. And believe me, the last thing I want is to sleep in a cell.

Chelsea reacts at that moment. Was it going too fast? She feels a little embarrassed, turns to her seat and fixes her dress. She tries to breathe, while Steve narrows his eyes to see her, not understanding what she's thinking.

"Excuse me, I think I went too far. It must have been the champagne".

"Don't worry, if there's one thing that fascinates me, it's the impetus with which you handle yourself. " Let's go to a more intimate place." He smiles.

Even if Chelsea wants to give up, her body burns, burns with pleasure and desire; her vagina is a 250° C oven, much more so when out of the corner of her eye she sees Steve rubbing his index finger and thumb with the viscous liquid of her vaginal fluids and then sniffing it like a wolf in heat.