The man's laughter stopped and his brows knitted together as he seemed focused on something that his gaze caught. He lifted his hand and with his index finger he indicated for Aria to come closer.
Aria knew that she was in trouble when his facial expression changed. She cautiously walked over with her mouth finally shut.
She stopped about two steps away from the man who straightened up and placed his index finger just below Aria's cleavage, on her satin dress. Aria looked down to where his finger was, confused by his actions. The man picked up a tissue and started wiping Aria's dress.
"It seems that there was more than one victim of the wine spill tonight." He said, his face started relaxing again.
"Oh no…" Aria started to get even more panicky.
"I'm guessing that you did not have the intend to get rid of this dress?"
"It's provided by the company…" Aria replied honestly. "Shit." Then she laughed. "Maybe they'll order a bigger size for me!"
"I thought that it was meant to be this tight." The man said as his eyes seemed to study Aria. Only now Aria remembered that he was still wiping the fabric on her chest as she felt the pressure of his fingers on her breasts. It made her uncomfortable and it awoke something inside that she never felt before.
Aria took the tissue from the man and started wiping her dress herself. The man sat down at the edge of the bathtub and watched as Aria run some water on the tissue trying to still use it to clean the streak of wine.
"Not this tight. The company isn't holding any sizes above Medium so I had no chance to get something that fits. Not everyone should be seeing every curve of my body." Aria grumbled.
"I quite enjoy it." The man declared showing his dimples. Aria's eyes darted to him. "Hmmm… that napkin is not doing anything good to the stain."
"No…" Aria whimpered in defeat.
"It worked better when you run water over my shirt. It might work for your dress." The man suggested.
"Yeah…" Aria agreed. "no…" she didn't like the idea of undressing right now and not in the stranger's bathroom. She looked at the man, her mind quickly questioning whether he would leave if she were to undress herself or whether she would have to ask him, or worse, that he was intending to stay.
"Why not? I can return the favour and sort it out for you."
"Definitely not!" Aria protested.
"Why?"
"I don't really fancy undressing in front of someone tonight. It wasn't on my bingo card." She was certain that her cheeks were a colour of ruby. Against her best attempts, her mind considered the possibility that if the man wished for it she would have obliged in undressing herself for him. She reminded herself that she was just not that kind of person. She has never felt this level of pure lust for someone and certainly not for a stranger who she knew nothing about.
"Why not?" He questioned with stoicism.
"Well…" Aria blushed. "I don't even have a bra on!" She pointed out as if that was a proper reason for not wanting to take a dress off.
"I know." The man pointed at her chest. Aria turned around and caught her reflection in the mirror and only now noticed her very erect nipples that were given no mercy by the very tight dress. "It made me wonder if you had any panties on…" the man added as he pointed at the very high slit. Aria gulped at his suggestive tone. She tried to recall what underwear she had on in case the miracle were to happen and he got to see it. If she remembered right, she had white lace high cut knickers - an oddly specific recollection as she had only about two choices of clean underwear and a pile of dirty laundry to sort out.
Realising that Aria wasn't going to give him the answer, he walked up to her and looked down at her face, locking his eyes with her, while his fingers run up her thigh through the slit. "Do you?" He made his question obvious.
Aria widened her eyes in shock. She looked a like a startled doe in headlights. There was something enticing about her large eyes and fluttering eyelashes. There was something tempting about the possibility of touching that man.
"I am not telling you!" She was outraged by the question. She was not the type to fall for such level of flirting. And more so, she didn't want to admit how much it worked on her as she felt her body heat up at a mere thought of what can happen even in her own fantasy.
"Hmmm… are you leaving it for me to find out for myself?" The man asked, lowering his voice.
"I-…" Aria stuttered again. Tonight wasn't her best night and she definitely didn't show herself in the best light. The man's suggestive tone was something new that she never experienced before. She wanted to protest but his charms were persuasive. She tried not to look, but his eyes were hypnotising. His torso was beyond well-build. It made no sense for him to be interested in someone like her. It must have been so cruel joke.
Aria gulped as the man put his shirt away, and then he locked his eyes with her again. He was too close. He placed his hand on Aria's jawline. It was warm and large. It made Aria want to purr like a kitten.
"What's your name?" He asked. Right, we do not know each other. Aria remembered. But on a very deep level she felt a connection with that stranger.
"Aria." She mumbled.
"I knew that you would have a beautiful name." He admitted as he moved a strand of her hair away from her face.
"What's your name?" She asked in return.
"Oh, you will be disappointed." He admitted with a chuckle. His laughter and smile broke something inside Aria. Her defences started to fail.
"Go on." Aria fluttered her lashes in anticipation.
"Kevin."
"Oh, fuck." Bet reaction made the man roar in laughter. "I guess I can deal with that… but seriously?"
"No." The man admitted. "My name is Alessandro."
"No… that's somehow worse." Aria said with more disappointment.
"How?"
"Because right now I am in front the most sexy man my eyes have ever seen with equally sexy name and..." Her hands were shaking from nervousness. "I can't do anything about it." She tried to remind herself that she's not easy. She never slept with anyone on the first date, or second, or third, or fourth, or… well, she didn't really sleep with anyone and she had a high level of internalised shame for even thinking about what might happen with the man before her.
"And you have said that you're not flirting with men." He chuckled as he leaned in closer. "Although, I must correct you. You can certainly do something about it." He hesitated for a moment as he looked right into Aria's eyes before his gaze fell onto her lightly parted plump lips. Aria didn't protest but neither did she expect his lips to touch hers. After initial shock of someone like him touching her, Aria reciprocated the kiss that was surprisingly gentle. The kiss was cautious, a mere peck, when he tested the waters. Reassured with the fact that Aria didn't protest, he introduced his tongue to her mouth, letting it explore. The kiss became hungry, ravishing, and wanting more.
Aria tilted her head and let his tongue explore her mouth, noting his warmth, scratchy stubble that she didn't find too bothersome, and his smell, his mouth tasted of champagne, strawberries, and chocolate. "I knew it." The man smiled with satisfaction after they broke off the kiss. Aria was panting, confused by his statement.
"Huh?" Aria was still speechless and now felt lightheaded. Whatever just happened must've been some delirium.
"You are delicious." He smiled before he leaned in again, kissing Aria with even more energy. His hands grasped her back, moving up and down, not sure where to settle.