"You got 2," she pointed a sharp nail at my basket. "Don't be greedy."
Fuck, she took her sunglasses off and her siren eyes are out of this world, they are green, lingering between dark and light, with speckles of gold in both, it's not just pretty, it's gorgeous and out of this bloody damn world. "Do you like Toblerone too?" I asked and she halted at the sound of my voice, looking up to me, and I took that cue to take off my sunglasses and look at her in the eyes, and she swallowed. "If this is your favorite flavor like it's mine, I'll give it to you, love, no need to fight over it."
That bastard was right, she does smells delicious.
She smells like a drug I'm dying to drown in addiction for. But I don't think it's the Chanel perfume he mentioned, she must be using a different one, it smells like cloves, pink pepper, chestnut, Guaiac wood, and vanilla. If I had to guess, I would say she's using By the Fireplace from Maison Martin Margiela, it's one of my favorite brands of perfume, I say it as a perfume enthusiastic.
My girl blinked, then looked at me from head to toes, and back to meeting my gaze, "Are you a Prada model?" I hope that's a compliment.
"Do I look like a Prada model?" I grinned.
She swallowed again, eyes wandering to my lips for a lingering second before coming back to mine, "I wouldn't have asked if you didn't look like one."
"Are you a Prada model, love?"
Selene licked her lips, "No."
Smart choice. "Neither am I, I just like Prada."
"You do look like a model," she stated, taking in me with her eyes again. "Runaway for sure, with this height of yours. Have you thought about modelling?" Wait, she ain't trying to scout me, is she?
"I am not a fan of exposing myself to the eyes of many, so, I don't think that would be my field, love. I will take your words as a compliment, I usually get the basketball player question, but runaway model sounds even better, since beauty is needed to make that cut," I handed her the Toblerone. "There, you can have it."
"Why are you giving to me?" She frowned.
"Ain't that why you argued with me for?"
She pressed her lips together, looking up to meet my eyes, "Yes, but why are you just giving it to me? You ain't even putting up a fight? Did you not want this chocolate too?"
"Do you want me to put up a fight, love?" I tilted my head softly.
"I just, expected you to, or,"
Then I grabbed the Toblerone from her hand and raised my arm high, easily setting my basket at the peak of the high shelf where she wouldn't be able to get it, "You can't call me childish now, love."
"Why did you take it from me?" She gasped.
"You asked for a fight," I said. "I was trying to be a gentleman for a change, but since that didn't end well, I'm taking another approach."
"A gentleman for a change?" Selene frowned. "Is this you self-proclaiming yourself an arsehole or what? Why act in a way that's not like your usual self?"
"I don't think acting like my usual self in public places where we're supposed to be social, would be a nice way to go with my life, love," I chuckled softly and her pupils widened, darkening her eyes. "Those who are close to me, would definitely advise me not to do such thing."
"So, you are an arsehole!"
"I prefer nasty than arsehole," I licked my lips.
"What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't," I smirked, "but I'm Eric."
"Eric?" She blinked slowly. "You don't look like an Eric."
"What name would you give then, love?" I purred.
Selene tilted her chin down a bit, "Hunter. You look like a Hunter, maybe Wolf, Wolfgang, Dante," blinking slowly, charmingly like a siren, she met my eyes again, "Ares, Zane, or Rhys."
Oh? I didn't expect her to actually name me in a different way, how amusing. "Well, your intuition must be tingling," I offered her my free hand as the other was still holding the Toblerone up, "Eric Wolf."
Her eyes lingered on my hand for a second, then she took my hand, hers looking lovely smaller in mine, it a soft touch but also firm, and touching her, even if just this much, made my heart speed up. "I am Selene, I'll just call you Wolf because it suits you better."
"Selene," I tasted the name, her real name, in my tongue, holding myself not to close my eyes, and she swallowed again, so, I lowered myself, eyes on her, and brought her hand to my lips, kissing it. "A Wolf should recognize the Goddess of the Moon," I breathed and her eyes darkened, and by how she was holding herself, I could tell she was having a hard time trying to breath, meaning I do affect her like I wanted to.
She kept her cool, never halting, eyes on mine, and a mischievous grin curled her lips as she tilted her chin up higher, confidence taking over, "I wouldn't get me badly used to this, or I'll expect worshipping."
Oh, she's bold, and trying to look unaffected. "Can I?" I breathed.
For one more second, she took in my appearance, a pleasing grin curling up her lips, "Are you available for… worshipping, Wolf?"
Fuck, this woman will be the death of me, "I can clean my schedule if it's to worship you, Selene, at any time," I purred, a predatory grin on. "I can give you my card and you decide."
She seemed straightforwardness, "You have a card?"
Releasing her hand softly, I used my hand to grab my wallet in my shoulder bag, then, I grabbed the new business card I got done two days ago back in Edinburgh, putting it on the hand I had just kissed as she turned her palm up for me. "There you go, love, it's in your hands," then I lowered the Toblerone and added to her card, grabbing my basket, I put the other two dark chocolate Toblerones on her cart, then I grabbed more 3 milk chocolate for myself and put on my basket. "I'll let you have my favorite, Selene," winking, I acted nonchalantly and walked away to the session of spices.
Then I went directly to the sauce I saw in her cart, I love spice food, the spicier the better, so, I decided to trust her gut and get a bottle of the… pepper extract with a mark of 9,000,000 Scoville on the spice, Mad Dog 357 Plutonium No 9. Well, I guess she's a masochist.
"That's a little too hot for you, Wolf," she mocked still where I left her, watching me, and the idea that she was watching me, made me grin.
Meeting her eyes, I grinned, grabbed the damn thing and put it on my basket, then I grabbed the last one too, "I like a challenge, Selene."
Her eyes darkened again, "That's more like death than anything."
"I wouldn't be alive right now if I were scared of death, love," my grin widened wolfishly. "Besides, I like spicy food, the spicier the better."
"Are you a masochist or something, Wolf?" She arched her brow.
"Something," I purred and grabbed 3 Burlap and Barrel Cinnamon Verum, which is my favorite cinnamon to use in the kitchen, and I hadn't found it the last three times I went to a grocery store, I also got some cloves. Keeping it cool while feeling her eyes still on me, watching curiously.
"You live in Scotland?" She asked after a while in silence and my eyes went back to her as she waved my card at me.
"Both there and here, but my family is there," Ella is all the family that I still have. "But I'm an Englishman, before you ask if I'm Scottish."
My girl pressed her lips together as if she was about to ask me that. "Do you stay more in London or in Edinburgh?"
Oh, she's hooked, I guess I am her type as much as she's mine. "In the moment, I'll be more in Edinburgh, I have some business to take care in there, but I'm in London every month. If that's not a problem to you, we can meet whenever I'm around here, and if you contact me, I can tell you when I come around so you can check your schedule to see if we can meet."
She blinked, "Oh? I don't live in London."
Feigning surprised, I raised my brows, "You're grocery shopping," I made a subtle pause, "in London."
"Can't I buy stuff here and take home with me?" She scoffed.
"Sure, love, that's a little bit weird, but we all are, ain't we? But do you live in the UK? Or do you come around here a lot?" I tilted my head.
"I'm Scottish," she exclaimed, grinning.
"Born and raised?" I feigned curiosity since I already knew.
"Oh? No. I was raised in London, kind of. Born and now residing."
I pretended to be surprised, "So, you live in Scotland?"
"Yes," she said with a softness that caught me off guard.
"Alright, that makes it easier," I crooked a grin. "Where?"
"For now, in Edinburgh," she grabbed three big Nutellas and put in her cart. "How long do you plan on living in Scotland for?"
"I plan to settle down there, so, for as long as I stay alive, I guess."
And when she laughed, I felt my soul ignite.
In that very second, I promised myself one dangerous thing.
I will make her mine, no matter the cost.