Sweetest Taboo

ing, "All right, this is the very last one." My hand reached int

al sip. Despite my audacious nature, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for

by its matching golden bra. Both pieces struck me as quite allur

istently proven effective in the past. "Please," I began, using m

d. "Fine..." she relented. "...I do like that one

hese little details." I held my head high, ready to defend my selection w

t had me straining to catch her words. Her uneasiness was evident, and her gaze kept darting behind me, a clear si

. "Is there something wrong with my hair?" She anxiously

"Is he irresistibly handsome?" I teased, my fingers gently reach

practically screamed, as if warning me,

However, her smile quickly faded when she notic

ted her intent and pulled my hand back reflexively. Regrettably, her attempt to gr

ding diners. Judging by Helen's reaction, I had a

en as simple as turning around to see for myself. But for s

e inevitable any longer. My heart began to pound with apprehension as

n standing behind me. As I gradually lifted my gaze, I noticed his fitted black

d to his belt, and

fitting black turtlene

met his face, I kne

his nose down to his lips. I could have marveled at his appearance, but i

esounding thud. Remarkably, the noise hardly registered with the other dine

e, his hands buried deep in his poc

no words emerged. After a moment

the groan that escaped Helen. I, too, felt a sense of disappointmen

her than verbalize my apology, I decided to take action. I moved closer to

n his fingers over the material, almost as if he was trying to assess its size. I felt utterly mortified. "I-" I was on the

the man

rvously. "Dora

suffice," he

ted while he checked something on his phone. The silence in the room was akin to the eerie quie

circumstances. However, my thoughts were far from that. His voice seemed to ooze with a peculiar charm

his. It occurred to me that I had never really paid attention to his eyes before. They we

side me, and a hand began

idn't wait for me to fully comprehend her words. Instead, she abruptly pres

ore the intimidating gentleman. Our heads w

" Helen whispered to me as we both remained in a

ha

tically, prompting an eye roll from Helen. Sh

came to an abrupt halt as the man's Chelsea boots screeched agai

lecting a mix of confusion and surprise, as the last thing

h a playful jab to my shoulder. She was referring to the act of bowing we had

n the man's departure. "He's got my thong." I gest

antly tucked the thong into his jeans pocket. I wasn't the only one in disbelief; e

ere confirmed when I observed two more men joining him. The three of the

e?" I pondered with a