Ch 3: The Dare
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Besides being a successful businessman, Gabriel was a pleasant companion... when he wasn’t rushing to a meeting, that is.
By the end of the dinner they had, Lisa thought of him rather fondly despite her first impression.
“Truth be told, I only accepted to go on a date with you to show you that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” she told him as they finished dessert. “Just because I was skateboarding doesn’t mean I’m completely broke.”
“A date, is that what this dinner is?” He teased.
“Isn’t it?” She smirked, her head settling on her hand in a most innocent manner.
“Well, since you didn’t allow me to come pick you up, I thought you didn’t consider it a date.” He joked, seemingly still a little bit bemused by the fact.
“Well, I didn’t want you to know my address,” she told him in a duh-tone, “what if you turned into one of those stalkers we hear about in the news after seeing me in this dress?” She teased.
He chuckled. “You make a good point.”
“Surely you’ll allow me to drive you home though,” he added after a moment of comfortable silence.
She c****d an eyebrow and bit on her lower lip in an unmistakably sultry way, “Who said I wanted to go home?”
Gabriel stiffened slightly at that and his eyes darkened a little bit. “My place then?” He asked huskily.
Men, Lisa inwardly sighed. They’re all the same.
“No one’s place,” she giggled, “I wanna go somewhere I can dance.”
“In this dress, seriously?” He asked, incredulous.
“What’s wrong with this dress?” She rolled her eyes at him, putting emphasis on the last two words.
“It’s too revealing, too sexy…” he trailed off, his eyes darting from her cleavage to her eyes, “unless you want to get gang banged, I’d advise you not to go to a club looking like this.”
“Oh, so, Mr. Gabriel Ferreira can’t keep a woman to himself,” she teased, straightening up, “that’s good to know.”
“Are you insulting me?” He c****d an eyebrow at her.
Lisa grabbed her purse and rose to her feet, “I’m going. With or without you… it’s your call, Mr. Ferreira.”
Gabriel paled at the idea that she might be sharing someone else’s bed if he didn’t accompany her, and thus did the only thing he could do – he followed her outside.
“You may seem innocent, but you’re actually manipulative, miss Lisa,” he told her when they got into his car.
“You would do well to keep that in mind and not fall for my charms,” she joked.
“Not a chance,” was his immediate reply.
“Is that a dare?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Call it what you wish, sweetheart,” he told her while grabbing her hand to gently deposit a soft kiss on her wrist, “but there’s no way in hell I’d come to believe in this illusion people call love.”
She openly laughed at that.
How typical, she thought, but so interesting, and all the more fun.
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