Chapter 2 Should I Ask Him To Kidnap Me?

• Carrie
• If this strange, good-looking man was taken aback in the slightest way, he didn't show. His storm-coloured eyes were as calm as possible and his voice failed to show high surprise at my strange request.
• I was expecting a little more reaction when I offered him to kiss me, but I am not backing down just yet. I can be weirdly persuasive when I want to be. And since I am letting loose tonight, things must work my way.
• So, with a gentle wiggle of my exposed shoulders, I leaned just a little closer and made my breath graze his lips as I asked, “Well? What do you say?”
• "Well?" His well-shaped thick brows quirked in question.
• I moved even closer. His eyes shifted. He must have wondered why I was doing what I was doing. Funny story... I don't know either. "Are you going to kiss me or not? Or don't you find me attractive anymore?"
• Our eyes met again and he huskily asked, "Are you drunk already? I see you have had a couple of mugs."
• I sighed.
• This man is no fun. I was expecting a little action from him but it seems he can’t match my speed. So, I faced the front and grudgingly replied to his question with, “Maybe I am a little drunk. And, maybe I am about to do something stupid."
• After another audible sigh, I got up and made to go back to the seat I was in before but a firm grip on my right wrist held my back. Surprised, I slowly turned to face him, a little frown on my face.
• The gorgeous, dark-haired man said nothing but he held my gaze in a way that made me thankful for using my eye drops. I could see every detail of his fineness and while I was interested in studying those details, I won’t deny that this stranger is one of those men mothers warn their daughters about. You know, those men that shift your pants just by their looks.
• And, as though the man read my mind, his stare intensified and his line of sight slipped to my lips, then to the little swell on my chest.
• Yes, I am proudly a small-breasted woman.
• But the silence between us was getting weird. So I broke it. "Uh… You are still holding me.”
• "You asked me if I find you attractive." His heavy accent dropped and he refused to let go of me. At this point, with the insane proximity between us, I could already tell that something would happen.
• I tilted my head a bit. "Yes?"
• With a little tug on his lip evident, he said, "You have the kind of eyes I want to drown in." My full attention was caught. "And these lips... These darn beautiful labbra… If someone were to ask my name at this moment, I am pretty sure I won't remember it because your lips are all I think of now."
• Wow. Oh wow.
• While his words are a better fabrication of the many pick-up lines I have heard in the past, there was something about the way he spoke. His sentences flowed out easily but they were filled with some touch of emotion. And I could not help but drown in his words as he spoke to me.
• And I think I am still drowning in them because now I can’t take my eyes off him. His words brought some sort of tranquillity to my soul and I forgot about the damned fate I was bound to face in two or three days.
• "So, uh…” I cleared my throat and pushed the stool beneath me away so that I could stand closer to him. “You must use that line quite often. It sounded natural.”
• "Signorina…” There was this gentle thing his eyes did whenever he talked. He did it again and I felt something change in my soul. “I have better things to do than keeping pick-up lines in my head.”
• “Oh.” I chuckled. "God, you are good! My heart was almost racing for a moment.”
• Somebody, please help me! I am almost gluing my chest to this man. I intended to play a quick game of seduction with him, but now that the tables have been turned. I am more attracted to him and I can’t get out of it.
• "That’s funny. Because my friend told me this evening that I might have turned into a virgin already.”
• I laughed even louder. "You are really good."
• Oh my God, that wasn’t funny. But yet I am laughing as though he told the joke of the century.
• The man's hold on my wrist, which I had forgotten about for a moment, loosened. And before I could utter a single word, his other hand found my waist and he drew me closer to his chest, enclosing my lower body between the thickness of his thighs.
• "Wh...what are you doing now?"
• "I am thinking of kissing you," he replied, his voice huskier in a sexy way.
• And, to worsen the situation, the live song playing changed to a very romantic tune. It sounded like the kind of melody that sets the mood before couples get down to business.
• And truth be told, I am already imagining being naked with this strange man.
• In fact, if it were in the past, I would have already given him a chance to kiss me. But, as much as I loved to entertain that thought, the fact that I am engaged to be married soon seeped into my mind and I forced myself to put a pause to the intensity between us.
• I could tell that I would want more than a kiss once I act on my needs.
• So, with a gentle pat on his shoulders which felt nice to touch beneath his coat, I withdrew my steps and said, "I should err... Go back to my seat."
• He released me without hassle. But he asked with a smirk, "Why? Don't you find me attractive?"
• I chuckled. "I do. You are a very attractive man."
• "So, we are both attractive. And luckily, some kind of attraction is going on between us."
• "So?"
• He gave a little laugh in response and my ears went through a little orgasmic moment. And with the way he slightly threw his head back as he laughed…
• Oh Lord, have mercy.
• "I can see you are making the game a bit harder," he commented.
• Step by step, I walked back to my seat. When I had sat down I faced him. "Well?"
• "Let me pour you another drink."
• He got up, walked past me, and soon he was behind the bar.
• "Should you be doing that?" I asked as he got rid of the mug in front of me.
• "Don't ask so many questions."
• "I asked just one." He looked up at me and I gave him a silly smile. But I had to wonder if he was a staff there because the lady from earlier just glanced our way and she did not wear anger as my Dad would if someone did as much as touch his laptop.
• But then, the man in front of me was dressed too well to be a bartender. His suited appearance bore a resemblance to a rich man. And I would dare say he might be a stinkingly rich man because the Prada suit he was putting on is one that I know to be extremely expensive.
• "So, do I get to know your name?" The thick accent in his voice reached my ears again.
• "No." He directed a filled mug of beer in my direction. "I don't think so."
• "It is probably for the best."
• "Yes." I took a large gulp of my drink and used that opportunity to stop staring at the man.
• But when I set my mug down, I noticed that he was still watching me. With an indecipherable look in his eyes, he watched me while I picked up my mug again.
• "So, signorina, do you think you and I would have sex tonight?"
• The drink in my mouth spat out onto the counter. I don't know why I am so shocked. Sleeping with him is all I have been picturing since I realised how crazily good-looking he was.
• But there's something about the way he abruptly dropped that question…
• It makes me want to… Uh… Give in.
• Okay… I know I was going to be a good person and respect my approaching wedding ceremony, but I think I am going to fuck that thought.
• This time next week, I will be married to a nerd I know nothing about. I deserve to gift myself an unforgettable memory, don't I?
• One fun night with an unknown, gorgeous, and attractive man can certainly not hurt.
• Oh… God help my soul so I don't get kidnapped. Because I could get kidnapped!
• But then, if that happens, I would not have to get married. And if this gorgeous man who might be a cold-blooded kidnapper doesn't kill me, my father would gladly call off the bloody marriage arrangement.
• And voila! No grand, stupid wedding. And, no marriage to a man I hardly know.
• Oh my… I am certainly tempted. I am very, very tempted.
• Should I ask this man to kidnap me?
• A light touch settled on my chin and I was instantly brought out of my thoughts.
• I had made a mess on my lips when I spat my drink out and the man, with seriousness, was getting rid of the wet trail my outburst caused.
• As the silence grew between us, I became more aware of his touch.
• His strokes felt good in the best way possible.
• "You haven't answered my question, amore."
• "Well..." His eyes met mine and I decided that I would just stick with sleeping with him. Asking him to kidnap me might be a little extreme. "I-I guess it could happen."
• "No. You know it will happen," he whispered.
• He stopped the cleaning but still held my gaze. Then, a strand of his sleek-looking dark hair fell to the front of his head as he leaned in further in my direction. He held my chin gently and smiled.
• "I am glad you feel the same way,” he said.
• "I didn't even say anything." I wasn't so sure, but I think I was leaning in too.
• "Your beautiful eyes told me everything."
• "I see..."
• Despite the barrier between us, we managed to close the distance and as we did before, we teased each other with intense looks and hot breaths.
• "Yes. And now… I get to do this."
• Without hesitation, he fulfilled my earlier request, and once our lips met my entire being felt like it had been subjected to a huge change.
• Mushy things started to happen to my insides and I gave in to his kiss.
• His kiss was different. It was like none I have had in the past. It wasn't rough or sloppy. It wasn't too gentle. It was crazily just right.
• It was so good. He was so good. He smelt and felt so good. I wanted more.
• So, I broke the kiss.
• With my eyes telling him things I could not bring myself to say, I asked, "Your place or mine?"
• "Uh..."
• "Your place then. My father will kill me if we go to my place."
• ~
• Translation
• Signorina - Miss
• Amore- Love
• Labbra- Lips