"Are you going to speak?" I asked him.
He stood close to the wall, a wide stance with his arms crossed across his chest. From this close, he looked more bulky than lean and I could smell his intoxicating scent from here.
He felt his gaze burn the whole of my body when he scanned me up from down. "Can you follow me somewhere?" He asked abruptly.
A frown creases my forehead but before I could answer, he moved away from the walk and started making his way away from the takeaway shop. I blinked a few times, before my feet moved on their own accord.
I followed as closely behind him as I could until he slowed down and was right beside me. I turned to look at him and ask what the hell was going on, but he just moved so I was away from the street side, and carried on walking.
The subtle gentlemen traits he possessed where delicious. It warmed my heart and made me want to spread right open for him. He walked until he came to an area with a few benches on.
He dropped down on an empty one, and patted the space next to him. "Am I a dog?" I asked him, crossing my hand across my chest and sending him a death stare. There was being a gentleman and then there was being a rude prick. It seemed like he had zero qualms jumping between the two.
"Just sit Ellie." He sighed.
"I don't have to sit. Tell me what you dragged me all the way from here to?"
He looked up at me, his eyes burning with unspoken promise. "You sit down or I'll sit you down myself. And trust me cherry, when I make you sit it won't be on the bench."
I half fainted at his words but a very strong part of me, armoured with my daytime persona and clothes overpowered any rational thinking. "Talk here."
Nate shot up from his seat so quickly that it took me too late to realise what he was doing. He had his arm around my waist and the other wrapped around my thigh. He manoeuvred me so smoothly that I ended up on the bench, straddling him.
I let out an angry sound and tried to get off him, but his iron grip on my thigh was unmoving. "Let me go." I hissed, pushing my hands into his chest. When that did nothing, I tried to dig my nails into his chest but all that did was cause pain to shoot up my fingers.
"Ugh!" I puffed out.
"Relax." He said.
"Nate!" I hissed down. "Let me go."
"Oh, we are down to names now?"
I glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Nate's face was super close to mine. I pulled away since he seemed so calm under this stressful predicament. In fact, humour seemed to be dancing in his eyes but I told myself that I was seeing things. Anything to not make my blood boil even more than it could be right now.
"You've only ever said my name once or twice before."
"That's not true!" I sputtered out.
Nate cocked his head, his eyes taking a more intense look than it ever did before. "Why does it bother you so much to be seen with me in public?" Nate asked, hitting the nail on the head.
"You came all the way from god knows where, to ask me that?" I shot back.
Nate's slender fingers came and pushed a few strands of my hair away form my face. Before letting it go, he twirled a blonde strand around his long fingers. It was such a beautiful contrast against his inked knuckles - almost mesmerising to watch the two come together. "You have nice hair." He commented, his mind elsewhere as they focus on my hair.
"Thanks." I whispered. "Can you let me go now?"
He shook his head. "No." He whispered back. "What's going to happen if I kiss you now?"
I feared my head back, causing him to drop the hair he was playing with. "Don't you dare."
"Why not?"
"My father is mostly likely watching me."
"Hmm," Nate mused out loud. "So only your father is in the way of claiming what is mine?"
My heart started hammering so loudly in my chest. "Excuse me? What kind of barbaric talk is that?"
Nate smiled, a blinding one that showed all his teeth. It took me a second to gather my thoughts because of his beautiful smile throwing me off my tethers.
"Good that got your attention. I need it all right now."
It was subtle but I felt it. He moved slightly and pulled me in closer. I was millimetres from his chest, and I felt my face burn up. This was getting out of hand too fast for my likening, and we were in public for goodness sake!
"Let me go. I need to fix my hair."
"Your hair is just fine."
"I need to fix my clothes. This is so inappropriate."
"Your heels look sexy like this."
I let out a screech and tried to get off him again. "This is getting out of hand. Not in public Nate! Not where any client of mine can come and see me like this."
They already had this fucked up thought about me. And now this? I might just well tattoo whore across my forehead for them. Wear a t-shirt that says grope me! It's free.
"You have anything you would like to say to me?
"I haven't even started. I'm thinking to take this to a private place."
I shook my head. "No! If you want, we can meet a midnight again." I said the last bit in a low voice, mg eyes fleetingly glooming around us. So far no one was close to us but our city was small. And my father had eyes everywhere.
"This can't wait until tonight."
"Nate. Let me go: we can talk standing up. And then I go on my way to my friend."
Nate's fingers dug into my thigh until I realised I small gasp. "Is that what he is? A friend?" Nate said in a low voice, pulling me back into him. This time with all his force.
My chest pushed into his. This back and forth thing between us was crazy and so not needed at the end of a busy day. But I couldn't ignore the heat that pooled down south and how I kept licking my lips and how my face was heating up by the second.
"Yes," I said.
Nate grabbed my chin and pulled my face closer. His lips were dangerously close to mine, and all out in open for anyone to see our sudden public display of affection. I wanted to scream this resembles nothing to what affection should be! But it certainly was something tension driven.
"Is he going to be a problem?" Nate asked, his voice taking a tone I never heard before. He sounded almost angry, yet also like he was threatening someone.
"No. Shar is my best friend."
Nate's face disappeared into my neck. "Shar, hmm."
I stilled as I felt his cold lips brush against the heat of my skin. Goosebumps ripples across my skin, all the hairs standing on edge at the intrusion. His tongue slightly darted out and a shiver overtook my body.
"Nate, stop."
He shook his head, his soft hair grazing my under neck. "Either I do this now or I do this tonight."
I knew what he was implying but I acted oblivious - agreeing to something I knew would bring me nothing but trouble.
"Tonight. I'll do whatever you want... just let me go."
"No."
I grabbed his head and physically pulled him away. "What did you want to speak about?"
"It requires your full attention."
"You have it.
Nate suddenly pulled away from me and leaned back on the bench. His gaze looked down at my panting chest, down to my bottom where he lingered a few seconds too long. "I'll know I have it when you stop panting. Do you need a release?"
I smacked his chest, so taken aback by this version of Nate. "You're so crude."
"You bring it out of me. I'm a choir boy on my best days."
"That's absolute lies." I scoffed out loud. The way Nate was handling everything today, it made it abundantly more clear that we were two people from two very different backgrounds. And I had no idea how to bridge this between the two us.
"Who is the midnight Nate you have shown me?
"That's your midnight Nate."
It was my turn to cock my head. "And this one?"
"This Nate is the real Nate."
I guess this was the cold reality check that I needed. It was like webbing a fairytale story together of our meetings at midnight.
"What did you want me for today Nate?"
"Did you know your uncle was killed today?"
I felt my heart stop.