“I have made snap decision, I hope you will not give me reason to regret it.” a hungry smile spread across her lips, and she deftly reached into her purse, and took out a pair of stylish sunglasses and slipped them on her face. Downshifting as they pulled out of the parking lot, and into traffic, Tasha’s dress slide perceptibly down her thigh. Her long sexy legs looked even sexier in the sheer black nylon. The tiny gold buckle holding the thin strap of her of spike heel around her delicate ankle glinted in the bright sunlight.
She laughed out loud as she glanced over at Gary and caught him ogling her legs. Turing her attention back to the road, pushed her foot on the brake easing the car to a stop at the intersection, where the light had turned red. “You like my legs, Gary?” she said, reaching out to pat Gary on the knee.
“I’d be crazy not to, wouldn’t I, Ms. Zakarov?” Gary said, wondering what sort of game Tasha was playing with him. Tasha liked to play, to tease him. But he always thought she was just teasing. At least he’d had since last year’s New Year’s Eve party. He guessed maybe he’d been wrong after all.
“Yes, Gary. I believe you would. Almost all men seem to enjoy looking at my legs. Enjoy looking at other things as well. And please, call me Tasha or if Natasha if you must.” Tasha shifted back into drive as the light turned green, and the wind blew through her long, blonde hair, tossing it in the air. The Russian drove as though there was no speed limit, and twice they shot through intersections just as the light changed, but she drove with skill and precision, and he never felt as if he were risking his life.
“We are almost there.” Gary noticed they were in a residential area filled with attractive town houses and apartment houses. There wasn’t a restaurant in sight. Seconds later they turned into a gated lot a drove down a ramp into a parking garage.
“You will be eating here with me, at my home. Is okay with you? The Russian said as she pulled into a parking spot with a numbered sign at its edge reading 7. Gary unbuckled his safety belt, and nodded, “Sure.” Was he was finally going to have sex with the Russian temptress, after having been teased by her innuendos and double entendres for over a year?
Tasha pulled the parking brake on, shut off the car, and pulled the sunglasses from her face and tossed them in her bag. As they exited the Jag, Tasha walked around the front of the car and took Gary by the hand, her slim finger interlacing with his. “I think you will like my place, has very nice things. I have saved money to make home nice for my friends.”
As Gary and Tasha stepped into the elevator, she pushed the button marked one, and gave Gary a quick kiss on the lips. “I have been waiting a long time for you to visit me at my home, Gary. I could wait no longer.” When the elevator stopped at the ground floor, Tasha led Gary out into the hall and to the right, toward her place. “Is this alright with you, Gary?” the blonde said as she slipped her key in the lock and pushed the door open. |