Esme had had a change of heart over night. She would face him. Face that feeling and the fear that came hand in hand with it. She had dealt with bigger things than this and she realised if she didn't see him again, she would never understand the feelings she had around him. She stood in front of the mirror her eyes scanning over her petite frame, picking out all the imperfections she felt she had. When in reality her body was beautiful. Her waist was tiny but her hips had a womanly flare to them, and her boobs sat round and perky on her chest, at just a nice handful. Her thick dark hair fell just below her shoulder blades and a pretty full fringe framed her large grey eyes.
She decided to keep things formal today, she took out a crisp white shirt with a grey pussy bow around the neck, and a grey just above the knee pencil skirt. She chose a plain nude satin underwear set, and skin coloured tights. She tied her hair up into a neat ballet bun with strands falling down either side of her face. Her makeup again was near natural with just her lashes done and a slight candyfloss pink blush to her cheeks. She had naturally beautiful skin so she never needed much makeup. She pulled on a grey pair of heels and she was ready.
Her phone flashed on her dresser catching her attention. It was clara again. Damn it, she had completely forgot to tell her how her date with josh went. To be honest she hadn't given him another thought, and he hadn't contacted her after the date either, so he must have either felt the same way as her, or took subtle hints really well. She quickly texted her offering to meet her for lunch tomorrow. That should satisfy her for a bit she thought. Esme grabbed the piece of paper with alistair's address on, checked herself over one more time and left.
It turned out he only lived 10 minutes away and as she pulled up to the large metal gates she swooned in admiration. The house was huge, it must have had at least 6 bedrooms esme thought. It was strikingly surrounded by lots of lush green land and exquisite flowers. The driveway up to the house was graveled with deep grey stones, and all the way up were red roses on either side. Esme couldn't believe the size and beauty of it all, she could only imagine what it was like inside. It made her little humble cottage look pathetic.
She pulled up to the gates, as the gate was voice activated alistair had given her a code to type in. She did this and the gates slowly began to open. As she drove through, the house appeared more grand the closer she got. She noticed only one car on the drive which she presumed was alistair's. He drove a deep red Lexus SC which sat proudly in front of the house. Esme herself drove a silver Peugeot RCZ sports coupe which she loved and had had for a few years, although she kept it so well people swore she had just brought it. She parked it next to the lexus and got out. She could feel the butterfly's beginning to wake up in her stomach and she almost got back in the car, before alistair opened the front door.
"Esme. Welcome, i trust you found us ok?"
He smiled warmly at her. She tried to block out the feelings that were already beginning to surround her, bullying her into a corner. He so was beautiful, she had never seen such a beautiful man and his presence bewitched her. She remained silent stood by her car as if it could somehow protect her. Alistair's smile turned to a worried frown as he instantly picked up her uneasiness. He was wary on what to do next. He knew how she must have been feeling, he felt it too, but he knew why he felt it and could handle it better. He really didn't want her to run again so he did the best he could to take her mind of the intense feeling.
"Nice car you've got there. How long have you been driving it?"
He slowly walked towards her and the car trying his best to look interested. In truth he did like the it, alistair loved cars, pretty much any held his interest, but with esme stood next to it his mind definitely was not on the car. He could barely concentrate on anything when she was close to him. Esme seemed to wake up as he approached. Get it together she cursed herself.
"Thanks, i've had her two years actually. She's still a dream to drive though." Esme eyed alistair's lexus.
"In my opinion anyway." She added smiling.
Alistair felt like something had just fell on him, crushing him. It was the first time he had seen her genuinely smile, and it about threw him, her smile was like sunshine. He knew these feelings were going to be intense and unlike anything he had ever felt before, but these were almost suffocating him. He knew the more time they spent together the less painfully intense they would feel. He handled it like a pro, his cool and collected front never wavered.
It took all his will power to not just grab and kiss her. He wanted physically to do everything to her, hold her, kiss her, fuck her, hurt her until she begged him to stop, he wanted to own every piece of her. He wanted to spoil, cherish and love her, and show her how much he did everyday.
"The lexus, is it yours?" She asked.
"She is yes, i can take you for a ride in it sometime if you like?"
Esme smiled again almost shyly.
"I would love too." She answered looking up into his eyes.
