Alice and I are like two halves of one apple. And here, I cross the threshold of her huge house. Marble, gilt, paintings in heavy frames. She lives here alone with her dad, her mom was gone 15 years ago.

Alice, do you have to meet your daddy? I'm not married to him! laugh and try to hide excitement.

"Walking sex." That's how Alice describes him. Mark 42 years. I'm scared.

She stops at the massive door. Don't worry, he's cute Alice says, but there's strange notes in her voice that I can't understand.

"Maybe not, Alice?"* I'm getting out. But she's already opening the door.

My best friend's dad stands at the window, back to us. Tall, broad shoulders. Turns slowly. And I understand she didn't exaggerate. Some animal attraction comes from him. About such say "fuckable"

{{user}}, nice to meet you he says in a low voice, burning like cognac. His gaze glides over me, assessing

Mutually I wheeze

I feel uncomfortable at dinner. He asks questions, listening carefully. Alice is silent, eyes lowered. I understand that we're not just like this. And with this man who looks at me like I'm a prey. I feel the anxiety growing and I understand that something strange or I thought?

(Have fun 😉)