Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In S2Pt4 - Two Can Play at that Game

He pulled away from my face and walked out of the room. I was sitting there, flustered and confused as to what I just agreed to. But, he did that to tease me.

Two can play at that game.

He made the mistake of telling me that I could wear whatever I want. Obviously, I already knew that I could do anything I want and what he says doesn't mean shit, but he just gave me the okay to show off. He was gonna regret that. I'll leave it up to your imagination what exactly I'm gonna have on, but let me just make this clear: it's sexy and hugs my body in all the right places.

On Saturday, I ate a light lunch. I really have no idea
where we're going, so I left enough room in my stomach to eat anything. I also didn't want to get bloated in my dress.

I straightened then curled my hair. Don't ask why. I just thought it looked nice. My hair's probably dead by now anyways.

I did my makeup and carefully put my dress on. I didn't mess up my hair or face in the process. I looked fucking amazing.

It was 6:57! Vinnie was almost here. Part of my plan was to put on a jacket to cover the dress until we got to the restaurant. I got in the car at 7.

V: Hey. You look amazing.
Y/n: Thank you. I forgot how well you clean up.
V: You calling me dirty now?
Y/n: Well, your mind is...but I don't think it's possible to be dirty with how much you shower.
V: Touché.
Y/n: Now, are you gonna tell me where we're going?
V: Nope.
Y/n: You know you want to.
V: Nope.

Nope? What the fuck is nope? I wanna know where we're going. I guess a little surprise could be nice, though. It's been a long time since anyone surprised me.

We pulled up to the valet of The Penthouse at Mastro's. How the fuck did Vin get a reservation here?? It's so expensive.

I was trying my best to keep my mouth closed and not gawk at him. I know expensive restaurants. I'm from New York City where it's full of them! But, I would never expect that I'd go on a date at Mastro's when I'm only 19 years old.

We walked in and they escorted us to the corner seat on the terrace. It was a beautiful day outside and we had an amazing view of Beverly Hills, and Los Angeles in general, from our seats.

Y/n: Vinnie, this is absolutely beautiful.
V: I thought you would like it.
Y/n: Like it? I love it! And you know I love steak.
V: Yes, I do. I don't think I've ever seen anyone chow down on a T-bone better than you.
Y/n: I'll take that as a compliment. How did you manage to pull this off?
V: I have some connections that wanted to help me make this special.
Y/n: Well, be certain to thank them.

It was time to put my plan in action. I'm so lucky that what I wore fits the dress code here. I didn't need to be embarrassed on this date.

Y/n: It's so warm out, don't you think?
V: Yea, a bit. I think it's nice. You should take your jacket off if you're too hot.
Y/n: Yea, I think I'll do that.

I stood up and took my jacket off. A couple old men turned to look away from their sugar babies and stare at me. It was a bit uncomfortable. But, Vinnie's eyes trailed down my body in a way that I couldn't even explain.

His gaze was so flattering and it made me feel like the sexiest person in the restaurant, even though, I'm sure I saw some supermodels on the way in. When his eyes met my face again, they lingered on my lips. My task was complete. He wanted me, and he wanted me right, then, and there.

V: Y/n... Y-you look... Wow.
Y/n: Thank you, Vinnie. Speechless, are we?
V: Hardly. I c-can speak just fine.
Y/n: Is that so?
V: Yes, it certainly is. Now, sit down before I really can't speak anymore.
Y/n: But, I find this quite amusing. Your flustered face is one of my favorites.
V: Is that right? Well, sit down and I might indulge you a little longer.
Y/n: Ok, you win.