Veronika had received Francis' first text and had spent a good half hour debating with herself over whether or not she should go to...well, whatever it was that the Frenchmen had planned.
Regardless, she had changed.
And then she had sat down in her living room, television on as Veronika promptly changed her mind about going. Dewi was most likely coming over and, since that night with Francis, the Czech woman wasn't exactly sure where she and the blond stood.
And then she had received the second text. Something about an international boarder and Francis being drunk.
Reluctantly, she had turned off her television and promptly got into her car.
Outside the salon, Veronika's brow raises as she catches sight of what appears to be flashing lights accompanied by loud, wall-thumping music. There was a slight shiver of delight that traveled down her spine as she briefly recalled the raves and parties she had attended as a teenager-slash-college student. But she pushed those thoughts aside as she slipped inside the salon, blue eyes scanning for any sign of the intoxicated Frenchman.
Once Francis had managed to slip away from My Linh, he immediately rushed over to Veronika, eyes scanning her hungrily still and not more than a few words leaving his lips before his hand was pulling at her wrist. He licked his lips hungrily as he pulled her through the crowd, the beat still drumming heavy in his ears as they reached the back room.
His hands fumbled for the key to the door and he was quickly shoving it open, turning back towards the wonderfully dressed woman and pulling her inside.
"Care for a... private dance?" he breathed hotly into her ear, closing the door before pressing her up against it, hands already starting to roam and quickly forgetting the party outside.
Regardless, she had changed.
And then she had sat down in her living room, television on as Veronika promptly changed her mind about going. Dewi was most likely coming over and, since that night with Francis, the Czech woman wasn't exactly sure where she and the blond stood.
And then she had received the second text. Something about an international boarder and Francis being drunk.
Reluctantly, she had turned off her television and promptly got into her car.
Outside the salon, Veronika's brow raises as she catches sight of what appears to be flashing lights accompanied by loud, wall-thumping music. There was a slight shiver of delight that traveled down her spine as she briefly recalled the raves and parties she had attended as a teenager-slash-college student. But she pushed those thoughts aside as she slipped inside the salon, blue eyes scanning for any sign of the intoxicated Frenchman.
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His hands fumbled for the key to the door and he was quickly shoving it open, turning back towards the wonderfully dressed woman and pulling her inside.
"Care for a... private dance?" he breathed hotly into her ear, closing the door before pressing her up against it, hands already starting to roam and quickly forgetting the party outside.
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