Chapter 13

"Did you know that Mom isn't here and we don't need to pretend?"

"I thought the truth would be here," he lied. Oliver knew very well that his mother went out to play tennis almost every day, so he didn't hesitate for a moment to stop by and buy something that Aileen might like. He had thought about her all morning at the office. He counted the days until Aileen would be in the same company as him and see her every moment.

"What did you bring?" Aileen questioned, opening the bag.

"Beef Mexican tacos."

"Really? I've always wanted to try those."

"Seriously?" Oliver felt proud of hitting the mark.

"You're a genius, Oliver," he said to himself, congratulating himself.

"Yes, I thought you might like them."

"I haven't tried them, but I know I'll like them. Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I do these things gladly."

Both of them sat at the table and started eating the tacos. Oliver delighted in watching Aileen eat and also felt a bit nervous. The way she licked her lips, the way the juice dripped down her chin when she sucked her fingers. Enough, Oliver, he told himself. It had been very exciting.

"Are you okay?" Aileen asked, noticing him acting a bit strange.

"Yes, of course."

Aileen didn't believe him but continued eating her taco the way she knew how.

"Enough, Aileen. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."

"What thing?" she laughed, pretending to be innocent. She had been making those mouth and finger gestures to provoke him, and it seemed she had succeeded. She was satisfied with what she had caused.

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he told her.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm just enjoying your taco peacefully..."

Oliver looked at her with a frown the moment she said "your taco." She was definitely doing it on purpose. Oliver stood up from his chair and went to Aileen's, turning it to face her.

"So, you want to play dirty, huh?" Oliver gently caressed her legs. Aileen felt a surge of electricity in that moment.

"W-what are you doing?"

"The same thing you're doing: teasing you."

"I wasn't teasing you, Oliver."

"Oh no?" Oliver kissed her thighs slowly, gradually moving higher. Aileen felt weak in that moment. Very weak. She left the taco on the plate and stroked Oliver's hair, wanting more and much more of what he was giving her.

Oliver licked her thighs, almost reaching her vagina. And Aileen wanted more and more.

"Do you like it?" Oliver asked, feeling incredibly hot and aroused. He didn't want to stop either, but he would teach the girl a lesson.

"Yes," she nodded with her eyes closed.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, I do."

"Ask for it."

"Give me more, Oliver."

Oliver kissed her intimacy over her shorts; all he wanted was to remove that piece of fabric and taste her, he needed it. He wanted to know how it would feel to be deep inside Aileen. In that moment, Oliver stood up and returned to his chair to continue eating his taco. Aileen remained motionless, watching him, not understanding why the hell he had stopped until she realized. He had done the same thing to her that she had been doing to him earlier: teasing her. Aileen smiled to herself and thought of some kind of revenge. Now she felt embarrassed because she practically begged Oliver to lick her intimacy.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Aileen muttered, continuing with the last taco.

Oliver half-smiled.

"I know."

"This won't end here."

"Well."

When they finished, Aileen washed her hands and went up to her room to brush her teeth. She didn't even care that Oliver was in her house; she just ignored him. She continued with her tasks as usual until someone placed their hands on Aileen's waist, just as she was bending over. Oliver pressed his groin against Aileen's buttocks, caressing and rubbing against her. Aileen felt a strong desire that she would hit Oliver if he joked about those things again. Oliver turned her around, giving her a passionate and intense kiss.

Oliver passionately kissed Aileen, caressing her thighs and wishing she was his alone in that moment. Aileen felt butterflies in her stomach as she felt Oliver's kisses, her legs becoming weak. His kiss made her feel an array of emotions she had never felt before, not even during her first kiss. But then she wondered what she was doing, kissing Oliver, when just a few days ago she hated him so much. It hadn't even been a week.

"Oliver," she pulled away, but he didn't want to let go. "Oliver, we can't be doing this."

Oliver looked at her, not understanding.

"Why not?"

"Because... it's not right. At least not right now."

"Aileen, it's clear that we like each other, why not let ourselves go?" He pulled her closer by her waist.

"Because I'm not like those other women," she replied. Maybe if Oliver got what all men wanted from women, he would stop caring about her and treat her differently.

"What other women?" he asked, puzzled.

"The ones you hang out with. You're used to being with girls just for fun and that's it. But I'm not like that," she turned around, returning to her notes.

"I don't see you like the other girls. It didn't even cross my mind, but okay," he relaxed, taking it quite well. Aileen thought he would get angry or something, but he didn't. "Tell me, can I help you with something? I was really good at math in college."

Aileen smiled.

"Well, there are some math problems that I don't quite understand."

"Let me see."

She showed him her notebook.

"Don't you have to work?"

"I do, but I'll go later. Look, I'll explain it to you."

And so, between explaining strange formulas and stolen kisses, the afternoon passed. When Oliver thought about returning to work, it was already almost 5 p.m. At this time, he would usually be leaving his office.

"Sorry for holding you back," the exhausted girl apologized mentally from studying so much.

"I don't feel like I was held back. I have thousands of people working for me for that," he said, putting on his jacket. "What will you do?"

"I don't know. I think I'll go out for some fresh air."

"Do you want company?"

"Hmm, do you have time?"

"Aileen, let's go."

"Let me put on something more appropriate then. Go, wait for me downstairs," she ushered Oliver out of the room. Lately, they had been spending a lot of time together, and she was afraid of getting used to his company only to let go in the end. She put on a white sweater and wool boots. She was still wearing her shorts, which was the downside of living in the city—you couldn't just dress casually even to go to the corner store because everyone would judge you. She went downstairs, and Oliver was outside, next to his car, gazing at the buildings since the sky was hardly visible due to the numerous skyscrapers. He was handsome, she thought. She was starting to get infatuated and refused to develop feelings for him. One day it would end, she told herself, one day it would end, and I would be left suffering. People like Oliver don't end up with people like Aileen; they are just passing through their lives, teaching them something, perhaps a different kind of emotions, but they are not meant to be together or start a family. She decided not to dwell on those thoughts and just enjoy the moment, see him—as long as they were together—as good company. A good friend.