EroticReverie

Tobias Thorn

When she walks back out wearing tight little blue jeans, with black knee high suede boots and a tight little v neck sweater with a little black puffy jacket, her pretty hair pulled up into a ponytail, I can't help but smile, cause somehow she looked even hotter with more clothes on. I was clearly losing my mind here. 

"you look cute." I say as she hits the bottom step and glares up at me. 

"No I don't." she says and and I laugh. 

"Jesus, you're impossible" I say.

"Really? Cause I had made it pretty easy for you just a few minutes ago when you had me against the door" she says with a little bite in her tone and I smirk. 

"Yeah, you did" I say leaning down and whispering in her ear. "Dirty little girl" 

She gives me a shove and I laugh. 

"Come on, I'm parked down here." I say. 

"So I can ride with a stalker but not an uber driver?" she asks. 

"If you're gonna be riding my dick, might as well take a ride in my car too." I say and she rolls her eyes and I open the door to the black mercedes. 

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The entire way to my condo she gives me that classic fucking sass of hers. Making sure I know she doesnt like me at all, and is only trying to get laid. I just laugh, which frustrates her even more. 

"Where are we?" she asks scrunching her nose as well pull up outside the tall sky high luxury apartment building. 

"My place is up on the top floor." I point to the building.

"I thought we were going to eat first?" she asks. 

"We are. I have food upstairs." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"I said I wanted Chinese food." she says and I smirk. 

"And Chinese food you'll get princess" I say as the valet outside opens her door. She's a totally different piece of work with the valet driver, thanking him with a sickeningly sweet smile , batting her lashes and I just laugh to myself, getting out the driver side, tipping the valet as the door man opens the front door letting us in. 

"Mr Thorn" he nods with a polite smile. 

"Hello Daniel" I say. "This is my friend Miss Rose" 

I watch Maeve hold out her and and he smiles, taking and nods his head. 

"Pleasure to have your company here miss" he says. 

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Once we're in the elevator she fidgets and sighs and I raise a brow and turn my head to her. 

"What?" I ask. 

"This is EXACTLY like Pretty Woman" she huffs and I laugh. 

"But you're not even in a hot little hooker dress for me." I say and she turns her head, looking up at me, glaring. 

"I WAS" she says and I smirk and bite my lip slightly. 

"That's right, you were....when you were rubbing that hot lit-"

"Shut up, just shut up" she says and I laugh as the elevator climbs and she shifts on her feet. 

"Why are you fidgety, are you nervous?" I ask and she sighs and rolls her eyes. 

"No im not nervous" she bites out. "I'm just annoyed that YOU are being stubborn and won't just fuck me and get it over with." she snips and looks back to the numbers climbing on the light up board above the door. 

"you really know how to bring the romance" I say and she scoffs. 

"Men dont need romance" she mutters. 

"Says who?" I ask, cocking a brow, turning a bit more , intrigued by this little comment. 

"Says your dicks. They get hard for everything and sometimes over nothing, it's not that hard to get a guy in bed, you are like little fucking man sluts" she says. 

"Really, is that why you were the one begging for me to fuck you?" I ask. 

She whips her pretty face towards me.

"I did NOT beg" she growls at me with a fiesty little fire in her eyes and I smirk. 

"Whatever makes you feel better little girl." I say and she clenches her jaw. 

"If you call me that one more time I will leave." she bites out. 

"Little girl." I say and she growls again and I smirk as the door opens and I step out on the top floor and look back at her and then shrug.

"Suit yourself little one." I say and turn and walk through the small foyer.

"You are so fucking annoying" she curses at me and steps out and follows me and I smile to myself, opening the door for her. 

"Cause im so charming?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. 

"Whatever, let's just hurry this up" she says and her boots click on the marble tiles as she steps in , looking up at the high ceilings of the foyer. 

I close the door and take off my suit jacket. 

"Would you like a drink?" I ask. 

"No." she snaps quickly. 

I just smile at her as she blinks and then crosses her arms. 

"I mean...yes." she says and I laugh.

"You just like to tell me no." I say and she shrugs. 

"Can I take your coat?" I ask and she looks at me. 

"Yes" she cocks her head with a little glare as if to say HA. See, I said yes. 

I smile at her fucking adorable little smug look on her face and I reach out, helping her take of her jacket, and I hang it on the coat rack inside the door. 

"You can take your boots off if you'd like." I say. Taking her in, looking at her tits as she bends over and unzips them smiling at the way they push together, hanging in her tight little v neck sweater top. 

"So you live here?" she asks. 

"Mhm" I say and then wait till she shucks off the other boot and sets them neatly together and stands back up straight. 

"For now anyways." I say and turn and let her follow me. 

"For now?" she asks. 

"Yes. Well....I keep apartments in a handful of the cities where I have the restaurants. The big cities anyways." I say. 

"That seems...expensive." She says and I smile at her. 

"Well I'm a fancy pants bastard remember?" I smirk and she narrows her eyes slightly. 

"Silly me, I forgot." she says and then looks around the large kitchen. 

"So what...are you going to call a personal chef up here to make us food or something? " she asks. 

"I could....but no." I say and she looks at me, standing there , short and fucking cute, crossing her arms. 

"YOU are going to cook me Chinese food?" she asks with a half laugh as if it's a joke. 

"Not if you keep being so mean." I say with a small pout and then turn and she sighs with annoyance. 

"Is stir fry alright, or is there something specific you'd like?" I ask. 

"That's fine." she says , still sounding like she doesnt believe I'm capable of cooking for myself. 

"Chicken and broccoli, with fried rice?" I ask her and look over my shoulder. She gives a nod. 

"Can you make lo mein?" she asks curiously. 

"Sure." I say, "instead of the rice or both?" 

"I prefer the lo mein over the rice. But the rice is fine if you don't want to make the-"

"I'll make the lo mein then." I say and turn back around, smirking to myself at the slight bit of agreeableness to her just then. 

"So what, you just go city to city, move around, pick a waitress to harass and beg to take her on dates?" she asks and I smile. 

"You're the very first." I say and she rolls her eyes. 

"right, cause normally women just throw themselves at you." she says, running her finger over the expensive counter tops as if she's judging them for how much the might cost. 

"Normally, yes." I say without denying it. 

She gives a little laugh. 

"Have you always been rich?" she ask and I nod. 

"My parents were from old money, they helped me finance the restaurants." I say, not at all ashamed of the help I received. I was aware I was blessed and lucky to have the ability to go for my dreams of owning restaurants without having to worry about failing. But I hadnt failed. When I make no excuse or apology from coming from money, she doesnt say anything else about it either. 

"So, you're used to getting your way. Getting everything you want." she says.

"Yes." I say, pulling out a cutting board. 

"And that's why you want me..cause you can't have me." she says. I smile as I pull out a knife from the cutting block and lay it down. 

"Pretty sure I'll be having you Maven, is that not why you're here? To be fucked?" I ask and she blinks at me and then let's out a frustrated grumble. 

"Whatever." she says and I smirk and turn back to the counter. 

"so why not just fuck me, after all that talk at the restaurant about what you wanted to do me...and then i tell you to...and you still insist on dinner...why?" she asks. 

"Because I enjoy torturing myself apparently." I say. 

"Clearly." she answers and I turn my head to her as she leans against the counter further down with her arms crossed over her stomach. I just stare at her a moment, and she flits her eyes away. 

"Okay, so, where did you learn to cook Chinese food?" she asks changing the subject again. 

"I went to culinary school, but I also studied different cuisines with different chefs afterwards, apprenticing with them." I answer. 

"What's your favorite type to cook?" she asks and I smile slightly, enjoying the interest she's taking in it, asking me questions instead of being a stubborn little brat or finding an excuse to be sassy with me. 

"Oh , I don't know....it's like children...I cant pick a favorite." I say. 

She's silent for a moment. 

"Do you have children?" she asks and I look at her. 

"I have twelve." I say and her eyes go wide and I do my best to hold back my laugh and my smirk and she narrows her eyes and steps over and swats my arm. 

"You're such a fucking liar" she scolds me and I laugh. 

"yeah, I am....no kids. Yet." I say and she stands now, her hand on the counter near me. 

"So you WANT kids?" she asks and I nod as I turn, grabbing a pot and bringing it to the sink, liking how she follows me back and forth across the kitchen.

"Eventually, yes. I'd like to have a few. Or twelve." I say with a little smile and look at her and she rolls her eyes. 

"you dont really want twelve kids." she says. 

"why not?" I shrug. 

"Twelve. Really?" she asks and crosses her arms and I shrug. 

"Sure...maybe...have a few with my wife...then we could adopt...or adopt first and then have our own...or just adopt and not have any of our own." I say and shrug. 

She stands there, and I look at her as she chews her lip. 

"What?" I ask, looking at her mouth. 

She shakes her head. "Nothing. That's....it's just nice that you're considering adopting." 

I shrug slightly. "My parents adopted me so I'd like to adopt at some point as well." I say. 

She picks at the smooth countertop. "I was never adopted." she says quietly and I look at her. 

"What do you...." I pause and my heart fucking sinks into my stomach.

"You were in foster care?" I ask and she nods and then shrugs. 

"I aged out of the system." she says. 

"Maven."I say gently and she just gives a little sigh and shrugs as if she's unbothered by it. 

"It's fine. I mean, nobody ever wants a full grown kid, it's fine." she says and keeps shrugging and I look back to the cutting board. 

I'd been adopted as a baby, so I didnt know what it was like to grow up in foster care. I suddenly wanted to know everything, her entire story, but I could tell I wasn't going to get it, not tonight anyways. 

"Makes sense why you're so tough." I say and she looks at me. A small little laugh comes out of her. 

"Yeah." she says and then gives a deep sigh. 

"Anyways. So you go to culinary school, get all fancy with your internships, and then what, then you opened the restaurants?" she asks and I hate that I dont get to ask her more about her, about her story or her life, but I know better than to try to circle back to it, to learn more, know I'll push a button or piss her off in some way.

"Yeah." I say. I clear my throat as I keep on cooking. 

We talk the entire time as I prepare the food, anytime I try to ask her anything about herself, she redirects it back to me, and I don't mind. I let her change the direction of the conversation , let her do whatever makes her comfortable.