The Hot Sextuplets

A date with a god

She'd never felt more nervous than she'd ever been.

When was the last time she actually went out with a man?

Never.

She's always been locked up in her office cubical on the week days, locked up in her house sleeping her day away on the weekends and stressing out on the holidays.

She just never had the time to go out for social events and have a stable boyfriend who actually considered her as a girlfriend.

They all thought she was just a friend.

Maybe he's not even coming. She sighs shakily as she runs her fingers along her dress and looks around before dropping her gaze to the clock on the phone. maybe he looked the address up and he's disgusted that I even-

"Ms. Aria?"

She stands almost instantly at the mention of her name and the voice behind it.

Her boss.

He stands back as she turns to face him, her eyes instantly snapping to his outfit and she's left breathless.

He's wearing casual clothing alright... but the way the clothes fit on him feel tailor-made...

The way his muscles grip the fabric of the turtleneck shirt that stretch and dive into his sweatpants than hang low on his waist give plenty to be admired.

There is no doubt her boss is built to lure as many women as possible and if she later found out he is a father to seven children from different mothers... she wouldn't doubt it.

Dean clears his throat slightly, feeling uncomfortable from being inspected by her and she eventually stops and looks back into his eyes.

Eyes that are still warm as they were the previous day.

"H-Have a seat." she says as she stands from her chair and gestures for him to sit down.

His eyes shift from hers and land on the metal seat with a pillow for a cushion.

The restaurant in question is actually open and exposed, seated close to a railing that protects the river from jumpers and divers.

It's a beautiful sight to place an open restaurant in... though it's more of a moving restaurant type, but regardless, the night view of the other part of the city after the long bridge steals the show.

But it's not his cup of tea, he'd rather spend his time in a glass enclosed restaurant at the rooftop of an expensive hotel gazing down at a small lake or garden.

Open spaces just isn't his style.

Regardless, he sits down and straightens his back as his eyes dart back towards her while she takes a seat as well.

Her hair is different than yesterday and this morning.

It looks rather straight, straighter than it was before and not as volumnous. It is still wavy in fact, but looks purposefully so.

He preferred the puffiness though. It suited her round face.

"Here." He says as he fishes out a small box from his pockets and slides it to her.

She stares at it for a moment, noticing the quality of the box itself and the words printed on it.

It's too obvious which brand this box belonged to.

"Why?" She asks as she looks back to meet his gaze.

"It's a gift." he says as he pushes it towards her with his fingers, landing right in front of her.

"But... I'm supposed to be the one gifting you... I mean, I'm repaying your kindness." she clears her throat and respectfully slides it back to him.

"I didn't want to come empty handed. Just receive it." He slides it back to her and she presses her lips together.

"I came empty handed... so you can have it back-."

"- Let's not fight over this. There's no need to be stubborn, Ms. Aria. Just take it." He says with a serious tone in his voice as he slides it back to her.

Despite not wanting to, she takes the gift and stares down at it nervously before slowly opening to check what is inside.

He watches her, wondering if it would be to her liking and he gets his confirmation as he sees her eyes light up and widens at the sight of the necklace.

It's not too flashy and small enough to accessorize anything she wears, whether casual or formal.

"This..." she sighs breathlessly as she traces her fingers along the edges. "I... I can't... I possibly can't -."

"-As I said before, let's not be stubborn. It's a gift, I expect nothing in return. I do it all the time so it's not an issue." He says as he leans back into his seat. "You may wear it."

She stares at him, dumbfounded but does as told, carefully taking it out of the box and wrapping it around her neck.

She struggles to put it on, her fingers missing the hook each time and as much as he would like to help, he just doesn't see himself helping her at all.

He's still uneasy... too nervous to even help.

Eventually she gets the necklace to lock and positions it on her chest, before turning to face him with a smile on her face.

feeling a little more expensive than she'd ever felt.

"How is it?" she asks as she fixes it, drawing his eyes to the necklace only to feel his heart thud when he notices it's almost wedges between her breasts.

The dress, he remembers it. He saw it on display where she was trying on the dresses earlier.

The shoulders are exposed with an elastic band gripping the fabric around her shoulders. long puffy sleeves fall from the band to her wrists and decorated with flowers.

The entire dress is like a basket of poppies and dandelions. Casual yet so eye-catching in every way.

And it suited her the most.

"It's... okay." He nods and she nods as her fingers constantly feel the necklace.

"On the side note... Do we need to relocate? I mean if this place isn't to your liking I have other places we can eat from." Aria explains as she points around with a nervous smile.

"No need to waste time on that." He sighs as he folds his arms to his chest. "Where is the waiter?"

"They don't have waiters." she chuckles softly as she stands up. "I'll order the food and bring them here."

Before he could tell her not to, she's already gone, almost running.

He sighs and draws his gaze down to the water just over the railing. Taking in the city lights that shimmer in the water like an oil painting on a black translucent canvas.

The scenery is the same as it would have been on a roof top, just at the different angle.

"See, I told you, he came this way." He hears someone whisper somewhere behind him but he doesn't turn to look.

"You better not have been lying."

The women were whispering, loudly in fact that he almost can't ignore them. Little did know they were actually referring to him.

They saw him walk by and we're enchanted by the godly aura he was emitting, so thet decided to risk the biscuit and trace his footsteps for a little... chat.

Dean turns his gaze towards Aria, wondering why she's taking so long to come back when his eyes are shielded by two feminine figures standing in front of him.

He trails his eyes up to meet the eyes of the intruders, only to frown when they are staring back at him with wide excited eyes.

"It is him." The one with a short bob giggles and tags her friend's shirt in excitement.

"Hi." Her friend smiles down at Dean who clenches his jaw and drops his gaze to the table instead.

He could feel his throat tighten, his hands starting to sweat, the back of his neck itching.....

He wants to flee...