He should stop her; tell her how foolish this was—that it wasn't realistic, that it could never happen. He should tell her that she was too forward, or he should just call a cab and send her home. He knew all of these things but they were in the background as he stared into her luminous blue eyes just millimeters from his face. He could smell the wine on her breath. What would it be like to taste the wine from her lips, he wondered.
What was he thinking?! He must have drank too much himself. He'd not thought of kissing a woman in ages. Now here he was ready to jump into a midlife crisis?
Her fingers now traced his lips. He closed his eyes in the sweetest agony, wondering what to do. As if she were a sorceress, he was transfixed, helpless to fight it; not sure he wanted to.
"This is the part where the guy is supposed to kiss the girl." She said as she giggled.
"But you're drunk, Miss Walker. We shouldn't be doing this." He weakly protested, even as his hands found her waist, pulling her closer. Her soft curves called to him like a siren's song.
She leaned into his neck, breathing deeply, almost sighing.
"Your cologne is hypnotic." She whispered as she began to kiss his neck.
As if she had lit fireworks, all of his protestations fell away. He turned his head, catching her lips with his own. They were warm and soft and tasted sweet like red wine. It had been a very long time since he had kissed a woman, but it was the first time he'd kissed a woman so warm towards him. He couldn't resist her now if he wanted to—and he knew that he didn't want to.
He laid back into the sofa, bringing her with him.
Her hands played in his hair while his hands explored her soft curves. His lips danced in rhythm with hers, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned and pressed against him harder.
He pulled her tightly against himself and then rolled over, pinning her neatly beneath himself.
"This is better," he whispered into her ear, and then kissed it. He buried his face in her hair, drinking in her scent like sweet nectar.
Suddenly his cellphone buzzed from his desk. He intended to ignore it but it continued to ring. He sighed heavily and pulled himself off of Annie. He saw Yu'er's name when he glanced at the screen. He tapped the answer button.
"Wei? Yu'er? Why are you calling so late? Is something wrong? Did something happen?" He asked.
"Baba, everything is fine. Grandma called me to say that you had a woman over tonight and wanted to know if I knew anything. But this is the first I've heard it. I was calling to ask you. Are you seeing someone?" She asked.
"I'm…I have a woman over, yes, but we aren't dating yet." He said.
"Yet?" Yu'er honed in on his accidental slip.
"Yu'er, my private life is my business. When I have something noteworthy to share you will be the first to know." Her father said.
"Where did you meet her?" She asked quietly.
"At the University." Guang said.
"She's a professor?" Yu'er probed.
"No, she's not a professor." Guang said, omitting that she was a student.
"Dad, don't tell me you're fooling around with a student!" Yu'er exclaimed.
"That's enough. I don't wish to discuss my personal life." Guang evaded the question
As the conversation ended, Guang turned around to see Annie's eyes on him.
"My daughter." He said simply.
"It's none of my business. I should go." She said, much subdued.
He sighed in frustration. The spell was broken.