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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 25, 02:45:06pm
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's message, "Angelita - new chapters (finally)" on Friday, February 18, 01:02:53pm
Nikita finished her story about Bolivia by talking about how Michael and Birkoff had come into the village, and how Michael had outsmarted her “father,” the chief, by waiting in the jungle for several days.
“The rest you know,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Fascinating,” Jurgen said, truly astonished at her life. “Would you like more wine?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” Nikita replied setting her napkin on the table and standing.
Jurgen also rose.
“I’m just going to go wash my hands,” she informed him.
He gave her a smile and a nod and sat down again.
Michael watched Nikita get up from the table, and he, too, rose to follow her. He knew that she was most likely only going to the ladies room, but he wasn’t to let her out of his sight – Nick Wirth’s orders.
Nikita noticed him coming as she made her way to the bathroom, and stopped to wait for him.
“Pretend I’m not here, Nikita. I don’t want to spoil your evening,” he told her, motioning for her to continue.
Ignoring him, Nikita waited and tucked her arm through his. “Isn’t this restaurant lovely, Michael?” she asked, giddy with excitement.
Her nearness made Michael nearly wince with the knowledge that she was not here with him, as well as gave him a small measure of smug delight that she would take his arm.
“What are you ordering for your dinner?” she asked, not waiting for his answer to her first question.
Michael nearly laughed. Nikita still greatly enjoyed her food. “The duck,” he replied shortly.
“Oh, that sounds interesting. I ordered the filet mignon. Do you remember in Peru when we had filet mignon at that one restaurant? I just love it so much that I didn’t even think of ordering something else,” she chattered.
Michael nodded. He did remember the restaurant in Lima. He now wished they had just stayed there. They reached the restroom, and Michael waited by the door.
As he stood in the elaborately decorated corridor, two ladies passed by him, giving him long, hungry looks.
Nikita stood in front of the gilt mirror washing her hands as the two women entered.
“Did you see that hot guy in the black suit?” the one asked the other.
The other woman fanned herself. “I would hop into his bed in a half second,” she replied.
“You know he’s probably gay,” the first replied sadly. “All the hot ones are.”
Nikita watched them in the mirror as they headed to the stalls, cocking her head.
“Were they talking about Michael?” she wondered.
Drying her hands on a towel, she went out to join Michael.
After escorting her near to her table, Michael returned to his. The evening dragged on as Michael continued to watch Nikita enjoy her evening with another man.
***
As the limousine pulled up to Jurgen’s building, he leaned over to kiss Nikita’s cheek.
“Can I take you to dinner again, Nikita,” Jurgen asked her, running a hand across her cheek.
Nikita looked down bashfully, and nodded. “I had a lovely time tonight, Jurgen,” she said, looking back up into his eyes.
Jurgen leaned towards her again and pressed a very soft, very tentative kiss to her lips. Nikita’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact and Jurgen grew bolder. He deepened the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck to pull her closer. Nikita’s stomach flipped wildly, and she hoped for the kiss and the feeling to continue.
Much to the chagrin of both Nikita and Jurgen, the door opened and light from the building spilled into the car. Irritated, Jurgen pulled back and brushed a hand across her cheek once more.
“I will call you, and we can decide on another time for dinner,” he told her as he climbed out of the car.
Nikita smiled and nodded, placing a shaky hand to her lips.
Jurgen waved as the door shut and the car pulled away.
Lost in her roiling thoughts, Nikita was quiet on the way home and did not lower the partition. This fact was not missed by Michael, who’s heart was slowly cracking.
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