Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Trappola

Ilya is doing my hair because for some strange reason he knows how to style hair and we are going for an old Hollywood look with the waves and natural makeup.

"So where did you learn how to do this?" I asked as I sat on a stool we brought from the kitchen to the master bathroom.

He wrapped a piece of my hair around the curling iron "My sister, she loves everything that has to do with makeup, hair, nails and all that stuff so I let her practice on me when my hair was long."

"You had long hair?" I tried not to laugh because I just can't picture it and if I do it's too funny.

"When I was in my first year of college you asshole," he snapped and I let out the laugh. "Now you tell me something embarrassing."

I hummed thinking about it "When I was pregnant with Napoleon I would pee myself a little every now and then."

"Woah," Ilya laughed "fun."

"I was pregnant you asshole."

After he finished with my hair, I did my makeup reproaching myself for doing such activity when my son is science-knows-where with someone who is possibly inhumane...and to think this is the only way, scares the life out of me but I have to keep myself together.

At 8 pm I was ready with red lipstick and black eyeliner.

My bump is obviously not visible yet so that's a plus, although I have to work fast because my flat tummy won't last long; I have to get into his apartment tonight.

Ilya was hesitant to leave but I convinced him; my earrings have trackers so he will know where I am at all times.

It was 8:20 pm when I saw a figure approaching me and it was indeed him "Good to see you here, Juliet," he offered me his arm "shall we?"

"We shall," I took his arm acting hesitant and clumsy.

He showed me a sly smile "You look lovely tonight, the night suits you."

"I'm scared of it," for the night is dark and full of terrors. This is seriously no time to quote GoT in my head.

"Be frightened no more, alas I am here to protect thou," he kept his eyes on me.

"That does make me feel better," I pulled him a little closer to show I'm a bit more comfortable.

"You know what will make you feel better?"

"What?" I rubbed his bicep...I miss Apollo's biceps.

"A relaxed dinner at my flat," he sighed with a sorry look in his eyes "I tried booking a table at my favourite restaurant but we would have to wait four months," he said "so I'm making filet sauvignon, mashed potato and asparagus with parmesan AND some exquisite French wine. What do you think?" he stopped walking so I did too, we were completely facing each other.

"Are you sure about going to your place on the first date is a good idea?" I questioned — he needs to be 100% sure it was his idea.

He nodded "Besides, we can stay up talking without people asking us to leave, you can take your shoes off and other stuff," the man licked his lips.

Here comes the image of Apollo again and cue the blush "A-A-All right."

Ethan Thaunt [31]