Page 27 of The Dare

I’d anticipated some interruptions to my spur of the moment plans, with Natasha’s mom only on the train part of the way I shouldn’t have too much more trouble from her.

With me just barging in on their trip, I figured she’d come looking for her daughter sooner or later.

I don’t want Natasha out of my sight for a moment. I can’t fathom how anyone could let Natasha go off on her own to college for years.

I have trouble letting her go for even a few minutes before dinner and I’m relieved once I’ve changed before heading to the dining car.

Finally getting to see her again, which will never be soon enough for me.

Everything just seems better once I spot Natasha. They all look the same as they did when I marched up to kiss her, and yet they all seem so different.

It’s like I’m seeing the world with fresh eyes, with new life in my veins, especially once my eyes settle on Natasha.

She, her mom, and her friend Suzanna have already been seated, with the slightly salty looking steward I barked at earlier looking like he’s the waiter for the night as well.

The dining car is virtually empty, with the few people I do see surprising me that the train’s even this full.

Retirees mostly by the looks. But I don’t pay any attention to them.

It’s Natasha that has me, right from the moment I enter the dining car.

She’s changed into clothes that show her shape better.

Good girl.

I can see more of her chest and neck. The rest of her is already detailed in my mind, my hands running over every inch of her, slowly but firmly.

I like to have something to stimulate my appetite before a meal, but food is somehow the last thing on my mind as I take my seat opposite Natasha.

I enjoy having her in front of me so I can see her better.

I’m grateful for the tablecloth too, which hides my instant and raging hard on the moment I sit down.

Natasha’s friend, Suzanna is the first to say something, her eyes burning into mine with unusual intensity.

Not the friendly kind either.

Not like Natasha’s kind eyes, I shift my eyes to meet hers instead of holding her friend’s huffy ones.

“I thought we’d never see Natasha again,” Suzanna exclaims. “Thought you’d decided to keep her for good,” she adds, meaning something horrible by the way she says it.

“I think I might,” I reply truthfully, keeping my eyes fixed on Natasha, who blushes a deep red, hiding her shy smile behind a menu.

The effect her friend was going for having missed the mark.

I do intend to keep Natasha, all to myself. From today onward.

From this moment onward.

Natasha stays quiet, pretending to be absorbed in the menu, which I notice with a smile she’s actually holding upside-down.

Her mother is quick to make pleasant conversation.

“It’s so nice of you to have us for dinner,” Renee says. Pointing out the cheapest thing on the menu, recommending the girls get the same.

It’s a first class table, but the food all comes from the same kitchen. The prices are pennies really.

“Now, now.” I caution Renee jovially, wagging my finger. “I know what you’re doing and I won’t have it. I want you all to order whatever you want to eat and drink. It’s on me,” I say again, making sure to shoot Suzanna a cheesy grin.