- He ... he does not hang up! - she almost choked with indignation, - He is my fiance! How dare you!

- At your place, I would at least wait for the official engagement ...

- Yes, you ... you! - Wendy tried to get up, but her head was spinning, and she immediately sank back to again not fall into the grip of this arrogant type. She gave him another scornful and simultaneously embarrassed look: a rather attractive young man, although certainly not a gentleman. Almost to the waist, an unbuttoned shirt is already too much. Yes, and could shave ... And a haircut would have been nice for a long time ... All of him looked somehow shameless and defiant! As if with all his appearance he called for something obscene. Even his posture was bold and cheeky: he stood with an emphasis on one leg, slightly bending the other in the knee; his hands rested on strong narrow hips; when the wind puffed up his shirt, she could see a tanned muscular chest, a pumped-up flat stomach and a dark vertical strip of short hair over a wide belt with a heavy golden buckle — narrow leather pants sat on him so low ... too narrow for a gentleman to wear!

Peter, meanwhile, enjoyed her frankly curious and innocent bottom-up glances, which aroused in his thoughts very bad fantasies. One movement - and he could force this girl to do something that this stupid dandy didn’t manage to conquer. Still, Ding's dust is a terrible thing, and even such a pretty shy domestic cat can turn it into a passionate beast, ready and unrestrained for everything.

“Could you ... could you somehow get me back to the house?” - finally she squeezed out of herself barely audible and looked down in embarrassment, - Only in such a way that no one would notice ...

- Oh, that's how ... so that no one notices ..., - Peter ironically mimicked, - It turns out that you are not so stupid as I thought ...

- Do not dare to insult me! She suddenly blurted out in a weak, broken voice, and tears spilled from her eyes.

- I still didn’t have enough plags here! - rolled eyes Peter. - Here. Hold the handkerchief. We will make a deal.

- What other deal? - through tears she murmured, soaking wet cheeks.

Peter knelt down in front of her and took a frightened look at her. Her eyes ran bewildered, but nothing more beautiful than these two sapphires shining from tears under the shadow of dark fluffy eyelashes he had not seen in his life. The man reached out and caught her beautifully outlined face, slightly squeezing her delicate cheeks. Wendy did not dare to resist him and calmed down like a naughty child.

“I will bring you back to the house,” he said imperiously, but condescendingly, “And so that no one will notice.” And no one will suspect you of an obscene relationship with your lady of love, but ...

Wendy was just about to demand that he not address her to you, and also object that her fiancé was not a love-girl, but the expression of the stranger’s green eyes made her say nothing. They seemed to burn through it, ordered, mocked and admired at the same time.

“But for this you will leave your bedroom window open tonight ...”, a sweet and arrogant smile curled his lips, expressing all the power he now had over her. He slowly ran his thumb over her open, astonished scarlet lips. At that moment she suddenly remembered very clearly what she had just been doing with Grand, and seemed to look at the man standing in front of her in a new way. Her heart almost stopped when she allowed only the thought that he wanted from her the same obscene caresses, the same frank intimacy and the same reckless obedience.

Wendy swallowed and froze, choking on her overwhelming conflicting feelings and immoral, uncontrollable physical sensations. Nevertheless, it was simply impossible to believe in the seriousness of such an obscene proposal from a stranger. She was ready to fail on the spot with shame for her current depravity, vulgarity, weakness, but you had to answer for something! Silence already seemed indecent.

- You're kidding, right? She murmured, feeling her arms and legs grow weak and cold, and, on the contrary, her face felt hot with his touch and under his gaze.

- I look like a prankster? He whispered threateningly.

“You ... You can't do that to me!” - Wendy pushed his hand away.

- Why is that? - Peter caught her left wrist, turned her hand palm up, bent down and, looking into her eyes, licked, and then licked the tips of her thin white fingers with long, well-groomed nails. Wendy almost lost consciousness from a wave of excitement, she trembled and shook like a frightened bird, often gasped and tried to pull out her hand and get up, but her leg slipped in a graceful shoe over the tile, and it remained in its place.

- Because it is disgusting, disgusting and mean! She cried in despair at the time when he was already kissing her palm and wrist.

- In advance, I would not so lament ... Most likely you will enjoy everything very much.

- What are you talking about? How dare you?! Wendy smacked his long eyelashes at him, and tears streamed down her sweetly sweet cheeks. Peter pulled her by the arm, forced her to rise, pressed her close and pulled her thick curls from behind to make her look straight at his face.

- Listen, dear ..., - he sarcancefully churned into her juicy lips, - I saw very well that you were making a pot with this ... ahem ... that is, with your fiancé, so you shouldn’t play it out holy man I would never believe that an innocent virgin can behave that way.

Wendy seemed to break inside. Did she really fall so low that even some thief, climbing on the roofs at night, considers her to be nothing? Would she now have to pay so cruelly for her love for the baron? She gritted her teeth, looking straight into his brazen green eyes of a hungry predator.

- I never! - She whispered fiercely, - Hear? Never! Never go on such a nasty deal! I'd rather be thrown off the roof than agree to let such a rogue and a scoundrel like you do at night in your bedroom! Wendy pushed Peter to the chest with all her might.

They both shook, because he did not expect so much power from this pampered young lady. Wendy’s slippery ball slippers let her down again, she stumbled, swung to the side and began to fall, dragging her blackmailer away ... but at that moment a miracle happened ... They did not roll down the roof slope, breaking arms and legs along the way peeling off the skin on a sharp tile. They suddenly flew smoothly and easily into the air. Peter had to hug his victim more tightly, and then completely grab her under his knees and under the shoulders so that she did not slip out of his hands. Wendy herself, having immediately forgotten about her restrained vanity, about her trampled honor, about her wounded pride, struggled with her trembling hands on the stranger’s neck and clung to his chest, daring to look behind the world rapidly sweeping down .

“We are flying ...,” she finally finally dumbfounded and enthusiastically babbled, “You really know how to do it!”

Below them was a dark one, only in some places marked by the lights of the city, although still shaded by the crystal light of the moon. Curious stars shone above them, and, of course, some of them, the most curious, immediately fled from their seats and disappeared somewhere over the horizon. Wendy, seeing two shooting stars, immediately forgot what position she was in, threw back her head and allowed the night sky to pull her into her pool. Guessing her mood, Peter slowly spun around.His gaze wandered across her doll-like face with clear, sparkling blue eyes and plump honey sponges, over her snow-white gracefully curved neck, along the roundness of her young, quivering chest, seductively drawn by blue silks, slim waist Read more →