Surely any kind of seduction he'd elicit would have Strike Force sensibilities, right?
I decide I ain't lingering for the Shock and Awe, but peek up at Dragan who is a foot taller and seems to be studying me with patient bemusement. I realize I'm over-reacting, plaster a contrite smile on my face and slow down. After all, during the course of drinks he'd actually shared that like me, he had asthma and was prone to attacks when angered or stressed. Perhaps he was a more docile variety? Less a ram, more a sheep. While a touch commanding, he'd hardly made a move to touch me.
He walks me back to the car as I resort to commenting on the weather. Holding my car door open, I turn to thank him for drinks, when he suddenly asks if I REALLY had to go. "Uhm..uh" I gulp trying to get the words to my mouth. "You must be somewhere else now? You have the other plans? You must really go??," he rapid fires in the interim. After that Honesty Rant, I really can't say no. Or fabricate fast enough. I shake my head and shrug a shoulder, still silent to whatever ideas he'd have for the rest of the evening. "You like to maybe walk on beach, it is nice night." he suggests. I happily agree, relieved we would be in a public place where the Sex Dress would be forbidden from flying off me.
As we drive to the beach, he gets chatty and I begin to think of us as just two mates about to kill the rest of the Saturday night. I tell him it annoys me that the French hardly ever get their English corrected when they liberally mispronounce words as everything "eez so dayn-tee, tres charmant" and the rest of us have to suffer through some well-meaning person enunciate, "comf-tab-ul". Even if saying "comf-or-tab-ul" is just as correct. He scoffs and gets into it, "Da, I work with French guy, always "Oh deez, le scaffold" but I don't care, I need to correct you tell me." I like the sense of camaraderie this promises and prattle on.
On the sand, he suggests I leave my shoes on some dark corner of the beach. I look daggers at him, at ease enough to tell him my shoes are most certainly not to be at the mercy of the elements. "Oh, I don't care about this," he states, "clothes, fashion, I don't care. Not for me, ok for you." This starts a conversation where I learn he doesn't care a fig about astrology either, and while it would've been nice if I felt he were extending himself to at least be open to it, I am actually relieved that Dragan knows no dithering. He confesses this is the first time he's walked on a Southern California beach, though he always sees the ocean from the houses he works on. "So your poor white feet never see the sun then," I tease him. He laughs. And I am near 100% convinced we will just be friends when he tickles me.
"I must wait to stand up," he grins at me. I gawp and look away only to hear him pipe up, "Is all your fault, this..this..". "Yes, THAT," I bite out, "Yep I got it. We'll wait."
I drive back to the restaurant thinking I'll just drop him off. Clearly my Confinement in Virginlandia has addled my senses as naturally, once parked and after telling me off to "park like a real person", he leans over and starts kissing me so thoroughly that he is impassioned enough to dig his nails into my back. I pull back in shock while at the same time delighted at the prospect that perhaps finally, here was a man who could take a proper beating. I ain't Ruthless for nothing. I drag my spiked ring on his neck to watch him shiver in confirmation while thanking whoever designed the Mini Cooper for having their daughter's virtue in mind. The shift console is wieldy and uncrossable. Dragan suggestively takes my hand lower to familiarize me with the terrain, and upon contact, I feel myself contract in fear. And oui, in excited anticipation.
This is going to be a cervical massacre, I think and reluctantly peel myself away from him. "Uh, yeah, I want to, I really do, but I just can't go there yet," I explain panting, and still somehow stuck on this idea that we could just be friends, I say, "I mean, if you stay over can you like just SLEEP??"
He looks at me like I am truly crazed, "Hema, NO. I am Man, you are Woman. It will happen." Well, nice to know some things in life never change.