Natasha

First week of school and I already have a bunch of homework. Yikes.

I laid on my bed, finishing my Calculus paper when someone walked into my room.

"Natasha, we need to talk." My dad said in his serious tone. I groaned. I always hated the 'we have to talk' talk. Nothing good comes from it, no matter the topic.

"What did I do now?" I continued to do my homework.

He sat on my desk chair and leaned towards me. "I went to your school earlier this week and talked to Principal Faller."

"About what?"

"Something that will help you excel with your curriculum."

I hesitated writing.

"Curriculum? Excel? Such big words, dad." I could hear him roll his eyes.

"So," He paused for a second. "I got you set up with a tutor."

I rolled over and sat up.

"Did I hear you right? Because I think I heard me having a tutor!"

"I'm serious. I want you to have the best grades possible so you can get into a great college." Oh, so that is what this is about.

"But, one week of school has passed! How would they know what to tutor me in if we barely learned anything?"

"They would teach you stuff that you're going to learn ahead. Next week-"

I got off my bed and crossed my arms. "Next week? How come you didn't tell me about this earlier. What about Mom? What does she think?"

"If it's about you having a better education, I'm sure she'll understand."

I laughed humorlessly and shook my head. "You didn't even ask her, way to go Dad."

"I know you hate this, but in the future, you'll will appreciate the help and thank me later."

"Never assume." I paced around the room, trying to distract the fact that my own dad got me a tutor without asking me.

I stopped. "Who is my tutor anyways?"

He thought for a moment. "Um, it's Oliver Prescott."

Oliver? Cassie's brother?

"Do you know him?"

"He's Cassie's bro. I've seen him."

"Okay, I guess that's good. You don't have a stranger that's teaching you."

You got that wrong, dad.

I met Oliver after Cassie and I became friends. He was a year younger than us, in 3rd grade, and would do 3rd grade things, like play on his DS. He would play with it every time I came over. And when he's not on it, he would just nod to me and go upstairs. He's been doing that for the past 8 years. So, me and him are basically strangers. Plus, I think he hates me, I don't know.

"But he's a junior. Why wouldn't he tutor someone that's younger than him, or in his grade?"

"He's one of the top scoring students in the school, so it doesn't matter what grade he is in. And as you said, you know him, so that makes things better."

Better? I don't know who he has been talking to, but I barely know anything about the guy.

Dad checked his watch. "Anyways, I have to go to work. Bye." He stood up and left.

Going to work at 5 pm, on a Saturday seems a bit weird, but I didn't press him about it.

Now, I remembered Oliver's strange poem. I grabbed it from behind my desk.

He is the kryptonite to my soul
He is the burden of my life
And if anything goes wrong
I won't think twice

I still don't know what this means. Maybe I can know more about it since he's my tutor now. Ugh, that sounds so odd coming from my mind. 

I plopped back on my bed and finished my homework. Finally done with that hell.

My phone buzzed. I grinned after checking to see who it was.

roman: we still on for tonight?

I bit my lip as I thought about the things we're going to do.

me: you bet ;)

Winking face? Really Nat? You're so stupid and know he's gonna think you're an idiot.

roman: haha ight hasta luego ;)

He did it too! Does that mean he thinks it's cool? Or was he making fun of me?

Okay, calm down. I'm cringing at my own conscious.

I went to my drawer and pulled out a navy blue lacy bra with the matching panties. I took of my clothes and put them on. Then, I went to the full length mirror.

I looked hot. Fierce. A force to be reckoned with. I turned my body to the side to see my body in all angles.

"I am beautiful, confident, and sexy. I won't let anyone tell me otherwise."

I put on a red dress over my exposed phase. I took out my auburn hair from my ponytail and it cascaded down in waves. I put on light makeup and clear gloss to make my face seem innocent, but I'm everything but. 

I grabbed my purse and went downstairs to my dad's office.

I reached on top of the bookshelf in the very end and felt a key. I scoffed.

Never hide a key in a place where people frequently check. Amateur.

I knelt down and unlocked the drawer. Open sesame.

A whole row of alcohol were next to each other, side by side. I grabbed one drink.

Red wine. Hmm, sounds nice.

And don't worry, I always buy another drink to replace the ones I take. So, Dad never notices.

I grabbed my keys and left the house.

Manhattan, here I come.

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The Manhattan streets were busy as usual. Traffic from the tourists, taxis everywhere, and the bright lights from Times Square. But, I only had one thing on my mind.

I parked in the parking garage and went to the elevator. He was on the 11th floor, apartment 3.

The elevator had the usual elevator song in them. It was catchy. I started the move my head in the rhythm. I didn't pay attention when the door opened, when a couple were staring back at me, with confused and humorous gazes.

My cheeks turned pink. "Sorry." I muttered with my head down, and exited the elevator.

Wait to go, Nat. #1 embarrassment queen goes to-

Okay, I know, shut up. Why am I even arguing with my conscious right now. I got a Spanish hottie to devour.

I stood in front of apartment 3 for a moment. I don't know why I hesitated. What are you waiting for, Nat?

I sighed and knocked on his door. He opened it.

Roman was in a clean, white button up shirt with rolled up sleeves. Yes. How did he know it was one of my weak spots?

His hair was spiked back, like he just took a shower. His cologne wafted into my nose and I wanted to moan. Damn, he got me. And he got me good.

"Did I order a meal?" He smirked as he checked me out. Not that I blame him, this is a very nice dress.

"I don't know. Was it off the menu?" I smiled playfully.

I raised the bottle of wine. "I told ya."

"I like a girl who can hold on to their promise. Come in." He held the door and let me inside.

His place was nice. The door opened up to an open room, with a large window staring at the city. The room was filled of a savory smell, like meat and spices.

I put my purse on the table and sat down at one of the high chairs in front of the kitchen. "Wow, something smells good in here. I didn't expect you to cook for me. Guys usually don't for girls they just met a week ago."

"I'm just full of surprises." He went in and grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet.

He passed me the wine opener and I popped the cork.

"So, what's on the menu this evening, Chef Roman?" I said as I poured the wine into the glasses.

"Well miss, I have some chip and salsa for starters, because, you can never go wrong with chips and salsa." He mixed the finalized salsa with a spoon, his hand gripped tight on its grasp. Very firm hand...

Nat, what the hell is wrong with you! He's just cooking, calm down.

"Then, I'm serving my mom's homemade empanadas all the way from Spain as the main course." He opened the oven to take out the food. I love the way he said empanadas, his accent very strong on the syllables.

Damn, this chef side of him is making me more attracted to him.

He took off his mitts and went behind me. "And for dessert, I have tres leches in the fridge, and also...something else I had in mind." He trailed off in my ear, his breath hot.

Trying to act unfazed by his action, I grabbed my glass. "And what is that?"

"You'll wait and see." He took it from my hands and drank a few sips.

"Okay, rude, there was a empty handed glass waiting for you right here." I gestured to it and he smiled.

Ooh, that innocent, yet mischievous, sexy smile...

"Why the pout, princesa? There's plenty of more in the bottle. And we're not finished yet."

We sure as hell aren't.

He brought the chips and salsa to the high table and sat next to me. We started eating.

Holy shit, this is so good. He's handsome, has a nice body, foreign, and now an amazing chef? This is like a dream come true.

The empanadas were...I literally don't have words to describe them. Yes, I'm being a bit overreactive, but let me have my foodgasm, alright?

I moaned as I took a bite. "Roman, this is amazing. Can you teach me your ways?"

I saw him tense up a little. Ha, you ain't slick, buddy.

I washed my hands in the sink. "Only the chef can know their own recipes."

I wiped them and finished the last of my drink.

"No seriously, I suck at cooking. Help me please." I squeezed his arm.

I'm not joking. How does someone manage to burn water? Oh yeah, you got that right, it's yours truly.

"Okay, okay, relax, I'll give you some lessons. Only if you come back." I leaned closer to him.

"Oh trust me, with this," I circled my finger over the empty tray of food. "I'll be coming back more than once a week."

"I hope I'm not getting replaced by my food."

I fake sighed. "Ah, shit. How did you know?"

He chuckled and got out the tres leches and two spoons.

I went in and tasted the sweetness of my tongue. The creamy feeling was all over my mouth, dancing and swirling into my veins. I wanted to taste every bit of it. I was getting so carried away, I didn't realize that Roman was watching my every move.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Is it food? Shit, I'm embarrassing myself again.

"Um no, uh you look fine princesa." He shifted in his seat.

Ohhh, I see.

"Okay, I'll continue eating then." With a few more ideas.

I brought up the spoon and licked my tongue all over the creamy goodness until I finished the whole thing. He never left his eyes of my mouth. I smirked.

I have him wrapped around my little finger.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." I lifted his chin with my index.

Maybe it was the dimmed lights, or I had too much wine, but there's things, sober or drunk, I can catch on quickly.

His eyes were filled with lust. He stood up and put his dish away.

Then, I reached over to put my dish in the sink and walked up to him.

"Chef, I was wondering about, um, that other dessert you had on your menu." I brushed my hand onto his chest, lowly talking.

"Oh, I think you may like this." He pulled me closer, his arms engulfing my waist.

"I think I may want to try the sample first, to see how it tastes." Our gazes locked, his blue eyes dilated. From me. Or the light. I'm choosing the former.

Both of our breaths were mixing into each other's, trying to out-level one another.

"So," he went in and kissed me softly. "this is what makes it sweet."

Then, he went down and kissed my neck slowly. "But then, the tininess of spice is what makes it kick, you know?" His voice vibrated on my skin. I held back my moan, not wanted to give in just yet.

His voice, accent, and breath are sending me off...

"Like red cinnamon, sweet but spicy?" I trailed my hands from his chest to over his shoulders.

"Exactly." Our bodies are so closely pressed together, I can feel his abs through his thin shirt.

We paused in our current position for a moment.

"Yeah, I want the serving now."

"I'm glad you agreed to that, princesa. It's my favorite thing on the whole menu." He picked me up and kissed me aggressively.

His mouth tasted like sweet cream from the tres leches. Which, I don't mind, it made me crave him some more, with some sweetness to the side.

I felt his member press against me as he carried me to his room.

The room was like the main area, but had a lot more closed coverage, like curtains and well, more curtains.

We were struggling to catch our breaths, like kissing was a necessity that we wanted to have, that we needed.

I helped him unbutton his shirt and ripped it out of his shoulders and threw it somewhere. His abs are still ripped, as I remember them from last time.

He took of my dress and revealed my sexy lingerie to him.

He took in my body. Yes, I know, I'll give you a minute.

"Damn, chica, this chef thing is really paying off."

"You bet your ass it is." He went to grab my ass when I beat him to it and pushed him on his bed. I got on top of him.

"Red cinnamon, huh? That could be your stripper name." He was staring up at me like I was a goddess. Little did he know, I was doing the same for him.

"Shut up and fuck me." That was all it took and he flipped me over.

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A/N

Yes, I know. I haven't updated in a while. I'm sorry guys!

I've been busy with sports and school, but fall season is over, which means, more writing! If Meghan keeps her promises.

Anyways, Nat and Roman's "date" was interesting. It also made me hungry in the process of writing. What do you guys think?

And Nat's inner thoughts gotta chill. But I can relate to her so it's okay, don't chill Nattie.

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