Dangerous Beauty #2 (Irmó)
Aug 17, 2009 13:45:53 GMT -5
Post by Nicola on Aug 17, 2009 13:45:53 GMT -5
Ana Faye
Ana had not expected the burst of pure happiness that exploded in her chest when Tapou agreed to accompany her, though she should have. She had been certain that he would say no and write her off as a desperate little girl who jumped at the chance of romance. Because that's exactly what she would have done if she were in his shoes. She wondered idly why he was in fact tagging along with her. And why he had kissed her in the first place. But as he delicately kissed her hand Ana realized she didn't, couldn't, really care why. Some tiny responsible part of her brain told her this was serious, that she shouldn't encourage this man. But she was eighteen now, an adult. She had more control of her life now than she'd ever had before. Her trip alone to the hair stylist proved that. Her new free self needed to indulge on impulses, something that hadn't existed for her when she was younger. Ana didn't know how, but she knew Tapou represented the impulse that her body had longed for and she wasn't about to let him escape, no matter what he thought of her. He had agreed to come and that was all that mattered.
But to come where? Ana hadn't thought that part through yet. Where should she bring him? No places particularly appealed to her at the moment, they didn't seem right. But she had to bring him somewhere. The only place that seemed remotely suitable was her expensive apartment, but wasn't that going too far into the "desperate girl" department? Even so, now that the idea was in her head she didn't want to think of anything else. It wasn't so bad, really. All that would happen is that they would get to know each other a little better and maybe have a drink. Nothing wrong with that. Before she could convince herself otherwise Ana gripped Tapou's hand and lowered the other one. She gave him a smile, and felt a little guilty. There was no need to influence his thoughts, he'd agreed hadn't he? She gave a little tug, dimming her smile down to just a curve of her lips.
"Well, as you have nothing else planned for the day then, maybe you'd like to have a drink in my apartment?" Suddenly aware of the way she had said this Ana mentally hit herself. Why did she purposely make a complete idiot of herself? He'd get wary now, afraid that she was some psychopath lunatic that was hoping to get him alone, where there was no witnesses. But even though she felt like a complete twat, she wouldn't let go of his hand.
OCC - Because of your constant distracting, I have no time to write any more Irmó. Tut tut.
