I listened to the girl's words, although her pronunciation was choppy she spoke clearly while observing me with those beautiful amber eyes and although she tried to be firm, I could perceive her body trembling, there I realized that I was intimidating her and that was something new in my life, because women jumped on me and sought to persuade me using their attributes, but not her, despite being afraid she faced, and that made reveal inside me a protective instinct, it provoked me to reassure her, to tell her that everything was fine and that I would not hurt her. I was impressed by my reaction and that instinct to justify myself to her that arose in me. I shook my head negatively as if that would shake those ideas that were not entirely to my liking and when I realized I was apologizing to her.

“I'm sorry Sophia, I didn't mean to be rude. Let's start again, shall we?” I extended my hand in sign of pact and took hers, I was impressed by the small sparks that emanated again from our hands when we touched, this time it was me who pushed her away immediately and pretended to say "I order my dinner to join you", but she didn't answer me, she only moved her head imperceptibly and her hands that were on the table began to tremble.

I didn't like that, I wanted her trembling with desire, not fear. I had been too abrupt, I had to try to remedy the situation if I wanted her in my bed today.

“I already apologized to you, don't listen to me," I said catching her hand again, as she tried to pull it away from me, "I only bark, but I don't bite," our eyes met and she tried to pull them away, but I was faster, I grabbed her chin with my other hand and held her for a few seconds forcing her to watch me, "Don't be afraid of me please," I said with a hoarse voice and she opened her eyes wide as if surprised.

“I'm s-sorry, but I don't want you on my t-table anymore," she said nervously as her face tinged crimson.

“I confess that I thought your curiosity was due to some kind of interest in knowing if I had money or not," I said thinking that this way I would give her confidence and lower her guard because of my sincerity, but I achieved the opposite effect, her beautiful face showed annoyance and she spoke to me with a voice that in spite of its delicacy sounded hard.

"Money is not everything, it is the quality of the human being that matters. I'm sorry you don't know that. Besides, I was Just I was just looking for a c-conversation with you" when I said those words, she looked at me defiantly, as if looking for me to debate her. But those were not my intentions at all. On the contrary, I was looking for a way to appease her anger so that she would give me the opportunity to devour that mouth that was displayed in front of me like a sweet cherry. I moved my legs trying to find a comfortable position to calm my little partner who had reacted anxiously to be between the girl's legs.

"Of course I know Sophia, that's why I apologize again for my reaction, I want to get to know you, I'm sure we're going to get along very well" in bed I think wonderfully I thought distracting myself and bringing my eyes to her top that revealed voluptuous breasts that I imagined myself touching and tasting. I forced myself to return to the conversation" for we have overlapping thoughts. Since we are friends again, I'll tell you about my life, I'm Italian, specifically from Rome, I'm in Barcelona for some work" related matters "I answered without giving her further explanations, since I refused to let her see my social position, I was reluctant to let them come after me for my money, that always bothered me and caused me great displeasure, not even knowing my marital status appeased them.

Although at first glance the girl appeared innocent, I should not trust her, because the harpies always appeared like that, with a semblance of naivety and false modesty with which they ended up deceiving unwary men, but I was not.

It took me sweat and tears to realize it and thanks to that I became the cynic I was now, but I had learned my lesson a long time ago, women were beings that could not be trusted. That's why my only intentions were to take the young girl to bed and not to look at her again, after a good tumble that would extinguish my fire and if I have seen you I don't remember.

This little girl, although she looked innocent, most likely it was all a theater, she was surely cunning and that face she was showing was only an image she wanted to project and although I usually disliked women who wanted to appear innocent, I could not help but feel attracted to her like a firefly to the light, with an attraction like I had never felt before for a woman... well only for one, my dear wife, I thought with a grimace. But it was no time to think about her and even less so now when I had a pretty girl quite desirable to pass the time.

I started talking to her about everything a little bit especially about art and there I undermined her defenses, I smiled pleased when I saw her reaction to my topic of conversation "Sophia Have you been to Italy?" I began to question her.

"Unfortunately no, but I would like to go one day," she said as her eyes lit up, "it's a country with a very interesting history," she smiled and even stopped stuttering.

"How do you know if you have never visited it? " I questioned her even though I had my slight suspicions about the reasons.

"I am fascinated by Roman art. Its manifestations were influenced first by the Etruscans and then by the Greeks. Of course I am attracted to the architecture of ancient Rome, the Colosseum in Rome, the Pantheon of Agrippa, the Basilica of Maxentius, the Arch of Septimius Sever. And obviously painting, because I am a painter, is what I love most about ancient Rome. My favorite painters are Gaius Fabius, Publius Elius Fortunatus, Quintus Pedius, who was a deaf Roman painter who died as a teenager and you know he is the first person recorded in history in his condition". Sophia spoke with passion, it was as if talking about the subject filled her up and I used that to my advantage, telling her about my experiences with art.

And so we continued to talk for hours without realizing that the empty wine bottles were piling up on our table. As we talked about many interesting topics that I also loved, I told her that I was a collector of all kinds of art, paintings, sculptures, even houses built in different styles.

She was bewitching me with her pleasant conversation, with her smile, she captivated me because she laughed a lot with a clean expression, her naive look captivated me and every moment we spent together I liked her more, and the worst thing is that I was creating a connection with her which I refused to feel.

I imagined myself kissing her, going over her body and having her under me panting and asking me to possess her, the excitement of my penis was uncontrollable, I closed my eyes for a moment and saw myself devouring her tits as hungry.

When I opened my eyes I found her looking at me with desire, she became nervous and in a sudden movement of her hands she overturned the glass and the bottle, filling her clothes, my suit and my shirt with red wine, she turned red with shame and apologized.

"I'm s-sorry," she stammered.

"Don't worry, don't worry, these accidents happen," I said to reassure her because she looked really embarrassed.

I grabbed a napkin and got up to wipe myself, but just as I was doing so she also got up from her seat, smacking my chin. Without realizing it I uttered a curse in Italian "Maledizione!" Seeing her disheveled face and the concern she was expressing I felt bad for her, who kept apologizing.

" Oh God! I'm sorry, please excuse me, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so ashamed, I'm so sorry!" she kept saying like a mantra while she extended her hand towards my jaw caressing it, her eyes moistened more than they should be, her tears were being held back by her eyelashes and about to flow.

I felt sorry for her. Her insecurity and skittishness had returned, I couldn't allow it. Besides her hand on my chin made me feel a tingle in my body, which was about to make me explode. Without further thought and to get him to stop apologizing I lowered my head and placed my mouth on his lips, tasting from the depths of his mouth, while a colossal fire broke out in me.

"The supreme pleasure is to obtain what one longs for." Thales of Miletus.