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To: Elise: I'm on a date with Theo Black, please help me!

I had escaped his flirts and intense dark eyes into the restaurant bathroom.

It had seemed like no big deal to him when a few people had come over to ask for autographs, but it had made me feel extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

From: Elise: Oh! Can you sense his aura?

I sighed, deciding Elise wouldn't be much help in this situation.

To: Linda: I'm at dinner with Theo Black.

I wasn't hungover anymore, thank God, but I still had a feeling of uncertainty about myself in his company. Especially now, that I had no liquid courage in me and wasn't in a comfortable and safe hospital environment, doing my job.

From: Linda: Really? How's it going?

To: Linda: Good, I guess? I'm really not sure how to act around him, especially with all the attention he's getting...

From: Linda: Just be yourself! You're not hiding in the bathroom, are you?

To: Linda: I am...

From: Linda: Sweetie, you always do that! Get back there or he'll think you have diarrhoea, or something...

To: Linda: Haha, thanks.

From: Linda: Enjoy, Scar. Text me how it goes!

I slid my phone into my small purse, and took a look at myself in the mirror.

As promised, Theo had picked me up in a Ferrari. I hadn't the heart to tell him that I wasn't very keen on Ferraris, though, or any sport cars, for that matter.

After straightening my white dress, which had floral patterns decorating it in a few places, and making sure my makeup hadn't turned upside down, I was ready to head back to our table.

He had made sure it was a secluded one in the intimately set restaurant, leaving us plenty of privacy. Of course, with him being who he was, there was never - I had come to find out - full privacy in public.

"I was beginning to think you'd ran out on me, Tinker Bell," he teased as I sat back down on my seat across the small and round table.

I laughed quietly, placed my purse by my heels and shifted in my seat to gain more comfortability.

"Sorry, I was just powdering my nose," I told him, and he gave me a nod.

Theo was wearing a simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black dress pants - both extremely well fitted to hug his toned body - which were neither lessening my growing attraction towards him or helping me feel less awkward.

"Tell me more about yourself," he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and crossing his fingers together, "you're not very open, are you, love?"

"I'm more of a listener than a talker," I told him, definitely enjoying the way his eyes were on me, never wavering or seeming interested in anything - or anyone - else.

"Alright," he chuckled lowly, "I ask, you answer. How's that sound?"

"Sounds fine," I gave him an amused smile, "you can ask, but I don't promise to answer."

"I'll give it a shot at least," Theo shrugged, that smirk tugging at the sides of his lips like it very often seemed to in my company.

"How old are you?"

I raised my brows at him, leaning back against my chair comfortably. He mirrored my expression in an almost challenging way.

"I'm 23," I spoke, "and you?"

"28," he gave me a small registering nod. We had finished dinner a moment ago before I had gone to the bathroom, but had ordered coffees while we had decided to stay here for a while longer, still chatting.

"Why exactly do you want to be a registered nurse? What drives you?" He seemed very curious about this, just as I remember him being last night at the club.

The full truth I wasn't going to be telling him. I hadn't told anyone. It was something very private for me, and I wished not to share it.

"I want to help people."

"Why?"

I laughed quietly, shaking my head, "next question, Theo."

He gave me a small nod, complying with my obvious request for him not to further the subject.

"Do you know how great you look in a dress? Last night and tonight, particularly," he flirted, smiling when I laughed lightly again.

"That's kind of you to say. You don't happen to know anything about what happened to the dress I was wearing at the club? When I woke up, I was in a different one..." I decided to just go ahead and ask him, realising soon it was a mistake.

He smirked, shrugging almost innocently, "I do know what happened to it. Are you sure you want to know?"

"I do," I told him, feeling all tingly and giddy with how intimate our surroundings were, and how he was being with me, "it wasn't the cheapest dress, and one of my favourites."

I didn't spend a lot of money, since it wasn't in any way appealing to me. Focusing on my career and studies always came first, and money didn't exactly grow on trees.

"That's a shame. I doubt you'll be getting it back," he spoke, smirking mischievously, that incredibly attractive glimmer in his eyes.

I furrowed my brows, also leaning closer as curiosity filled me at his reply, "what do you mean?"

"You wanted to dance and I wanted to spend time with you. You danced, and I tried my best to keep up with the two left feet I've been blessed with," he chuckled to himself, glancing down at his hands for just a second, "you met this girl, who said she loved your dress. You two started doing that thing females do, you know, freaking out about clothes. You both were drunk, bear in mind..."

"What happened to my dress, Theo?" I was beginning to grow worried, judging by what I'd heard so far.

"The two of you decided to switch dresses," he couldn't contain his laughter after my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Had I just heard him correctly?

"Oh, Lord," I shook my head at myself, running a hand through my hair, surely blushing all the while, "that's just embarrassing, and stupid..."

I couldn't help but laugh as well.

"It's not, really. Everyone around us were bloody wasted, they barely noticed you two taking off your dresses and—"

"You can't be serious?" I almost groaned. I can't believe I'd undress in the midst of clubbers, especially in front of Theo Black.

"I'm afraid I am," he shrugged again, leaning back in his seat with a satisfied grin, "don't brood over it too much, birdie, I quite enjoyed the show."

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An hour later, he was driving me home.

The tips of my fingers felt tingly, physically needing to touch him. Grab him and kiss him, possibly? But even with all the looks and flirts he's sent me, I couldn't be 100% sure if he was attracted to me in the way I was to him.

I most definitely wasn't going to embarrass myself.

"You're really great company, Scarlett," he told me after slowing his sports car down to a smooth stop outside my house.

I turned to look at him and gave him an almost shy smile in the dim car.

"Same goes for you, Theo," I told him, a small smile on my lips. I ran a hand through my hair, already feeling a little tired. I knew there was studying I needed to still get done tonight, despite it being Saturday.

"Do you think I could come in for a cup of tea?" He then asked while I unbuckled my seatbelt. My head turned to him, unable to stop the slightly hesitant expression.

I should study, but at the same time I didn't think I was ready for our time together to end.

Was this even a proper date? What was he after? He was a professional football player, I was positive his schedule was completely hectic, and there was little chance I'd be seeing him much after this, even though I enjoyed his company... maybe a tad more than I should have.

"Of course," I finally gave him a nod after staring at him, deep in my confusing thought process.

With a small and mischievous wink sent in my direction, we got out of his car. I quickly made sure to check that my dress was straight and smooth, before he had rounded the car to me.

"So, why's Justin Taylor the reason you play football?" I decided to ask after he'd closed the passenger's side door and taken my hand in his, which was a very distracting action, might I add, sending warmth through my entire body and tingles to a very private place.

"We've been friends since kindergarten. We both started playing football around the same time," he told me, eyes focused on me; on the side of my face, on my hand on his, on my bare legs...

"He's kind of dragged me along with him, and now he's the captain of the team," he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair with ease. I looked up at him with a small smile, nodding.

"That's cute," I said, letting his hand go to fish out my keys and unlock the front door.

As we stepped inside, I thanked the Lord yet again, as my home was neat and tidy. I couldn't bear the thought of Theo Black seeing my house when it wasn't in its best state.

"I love it," he spoke, voice lowering as we stepped into the dark entry way, "it's so cozy."

I smiled and watched as he took a few steps further in, enabling me a sneaky glance at his behind. Gosh, he really did train well.

Once I turned the lights on and closed the door, I almost laughed at the sight of Frosty eyeing Theo with caution. He stopped to return the gaze, and I walked up to him.

"That's my cat, Frosty. She's can be very... protective over me?" I told him with a gentle laugh.

He looked down at me with a small grin, "damn. Should I be expecting scratches on my money-maker, then?"

He was pointing at his face, and I laughed again. I shook my head and nudged him gently, only making his grin widen.

"You're gorgeous, Scarlett," he then told me, seemingly completely out of the blue, which helped me calm down from my laughter as if a bucket of cold water had just been poured over me.

I blinked slowly, breath faltering just a little when he turned his body towards mine and inched closer, eyes incredibly intense. We were going to kiss, and my mind went crazy over it.

I didn't even smile, eyes focused solely on his lips. He registered this, and the corner of his mouth tugged up into that side smirk of his that had my body reacting in so many different sinful ways.

My eyes are snapped back up to his dark ones at the feel of the tips of his fingers on my waist.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he was about to close the last bit of space between us, until Frosty hissed and miaowed, clearly not too pleased with it.

I almost groaned in annoyance, having been so close to his lips before he turned to look over at her still hissing with her claws out, glaring furiously back at him.

"She really is protective, huh?" He chuckled, suddenly taking a step back from me and running a hand through his hair, seeming quite occupied by something on his mind.

I cleared my throat, gathering myself over the disappointment and confusion. He couldn't be scared of Frosty, so what was the reason for him having not kissed me, besides my cat's unspoken threat?

"Yes, she is," my voice was quiet. The dim lighting and time of night was affecting every aspect of the situation.

"How about that tea?" I let out an awkward laugh, realising we'd just been standing there, watching my cat glare at him.

"Yeah," he chuckled, aware of how I was feeling before he followed me into the kitchen.

"What does your next week look like?" He asked, seating himself at the island table and watching me as I began awkwardly scrambling around to make tea.

"My week?" I gave him a quick glance, almost blushing at how devilishly handsome he looked leaning his arms onto the island table, his black dress shirt revealing his oddly attractive forearms to me. The first few top buttons were opened, and I curiously daydreamed about just ridding him of the shirt.

"Yeah. You work at the hospital, right?"

"I do, for my studies," I fumbled around with teabags, "nursing experience and clinicals, all that fun jazz."

"When are you free?" He then asked, completely cool and collected while I tried not to spill the boiling water.

I was notoriously bad in the kitchen, and it was an achievement that I had managed this far with the tea without having burnt the actual water...

"Uhm, along with the hospital, I study every evening... This is the first weekend I've had off in ages," I told him, hoping so much that I could know exactly when I was free from studies.

"Here's your tea, it's vanilla," I placed a red mug in front of him, from which steam was slowly evaporating into the air. I sat myself down opposite him with a blue mug, filled with the same vanilla tea.

"Thank you, love."

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