Two weeks passed by and Carl, just like his brother had predicted, didn’t invite Natasha back to the house. They would always meet either at Starbucks or at the dorm in which she stayed.

She had to admit she had grown tired of their uneventful relationship. Actually, uneventful was what she desired to a certain degree, but their relationship was turning into a boring routine.

And what was more infuriating was that they hadn’t been intimate in a while. That, combined to his brother’s sexiness, to which she was exposed two hours per week, and she felt like a ticking bomb.

Naturally, as most women in her situation, she indulged into a little bit of masturbation – while thinking of the oldest of the Davidson’s brothers despite her best efforts to picture her boyfriend instead – but it just wasn’t enough.

To her surprise, the proud Carl she knew started working part-time as a waiter in a rather mundane restaurant. When she asked him about it, he said he didn’t want to throw out of the window all of his parents’ money.

The way he softly rubbed his nose before telling her that, and the way he averted his eyes just after, told her that he wasn’t saying the truth.

Why could that be?

She did not understand, but did not probe. She didn’t think it was her place to meddle in such things.

When Friday came, Amanda asked her if she wanted to go clubbing. Seeing as Carl was working, and the exams were not in sight just yet, she agreed.

Natasha straightened her short bob, put on a light gray eye shadow, kohl and mascara, thus bringing out the beauty of her green eyes, and then applied bloody red lipstick.

As for her outfit, she chose a black dress she had bought ages ago but had never gotten to put it on. It hugged her body like a second skin, reached her knees and had a plunging v-neckline that showed just enough cleavage to tempt without looking slutty.

She met Amanda just outside her dorm. Her bestie told her she looked gorgeous before adding, “This auburn color you dyed your hair with last week is to die for. I wish I had your skin tone.”

Natasha huffed at that, while fastening the seat belt. “Didn’t I tell you Carl didn’t even notice until I told him to have a good look at my hair?”

“Well, he’s blind,” her friend rolled her eyes, “there’s no other way to explain it.”

His brother’s eyes, on the other hand, were just peachy. She had received a text telling her it looked good on her the day after she dyed her hair because she had passed by him in the hallway.

“I think we’re reaching a dead end,” she admitted to Amanda in a hushed tone.

“I’ve had this GPS for years,” her friend started, only to be interrupted by Natasha’s irritated, “I mean Carl and I are reaching a dead end. Focus!”

“Well, I’m focusing on the road,” her bestie retorted sarcastically, “would you rather we got into an accident?”

Natasha exhaled loudly at that and then told her dismissively, “No. Keep your eyes on the road.”

Unable to bear the silence, that made her think of the various reasons why she should break up with Carl, Natasha turned the radio on, and then spaced out until the car came to a halt.

“We’re here,” Amanda announced, immediately getting out of the car.

“Cool,” the half-Russian, half-American architecture student let out on a sigh.

Her friend engulfed her in a sideway hug. “Stop thinking about that spoiled idiot, and let’s have fun.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Natasha’s lips, and she nodded her approval.

Some dancing, two martinis and a few shots of vodka later, and Amanda was almost snoring on the counter. As always, she was a light weight. As for Natasha, who had drunk less, and could hold her ground much better, she watched the crowd dance, while keeping an eye on her friend at the same time.

Moments later, almost as if on instinct, her eyes went to a tall brown-haired guy who had just entered the club and was descending the stairs.

Her heart pounded in her ears, her breathing grew ragged, her bartholin glands started letting out juices as if she were a horny teenager, and her most intimate muscles started to clench in anticipation of something she knew was not about to happen anytime soon – if not ever.

Their eyes met, and she felt like she might just cum if only he were to touch her – anywhere, not necessarily on an erogenous zone.

He made a beeline to the counter, sat next to her, and ordered scotch.

“Hey you,” Daniel greeted, a lopsided smile adorning his face.

“Hey,” she responded timidly, her cheeks taking on a red hue to her utter and complete shame.

She looked at her wrist watch, in an attempt to busy herself with something other than ogling the hot hunk who had sat next to her.

“What time is it?” He asked, taking her by surprise.

Her cheeks burnt an even darker shade of red at that.

And like the goody-two-shoes she was, she couldn’t tell him a lie and had to take a second look at her watch before telling him it was 2 a.m.

He nodded, a knowing smirking stretching his lips ever-so-slightly.

How was she to resist such a handsome man? She certainly couldn’t tell, and found the task quite difficult.

Hell, had the guy even been rejected in his life? It should be illegal to have such good looks. Said good looks had earned him a part-time job as a model during the time he studied architecture.

She knew that part, not because Carl told her – her boyfriend was too jealous of his own brother for that – nor from Daniel – the guy wasn’t one to brag – but because she had googled him.

Tall, dark and handsome was already wet dream material. Add to that a bad boy attitude, intelligence, humor and a bit of mystery and it was a recipe for wild, intense and carefree sex – or for disaster in her case.

Sure, she could run, having for excuse her passed out friend… but a part of her wanted to stay.

And so, she stayed.