That night, Vlora had just finished preparing her tools when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already ten o’clock. It was an unusual time for a visit.
Vlora adjusted her nightgown and looked through the intercom. It was then that she realized that sometimes there were one or two people who did not understand common courtesy. Andreas seemed to be one of them.
The door opened. Their eyes met immediately.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you, Vlo.”
It was not just Andreas’ words that made Vlora exhale for a moment. There was also a wry smile on his face.
“At ten at night? Oh, of course, you’re not disturbing me.”
Andreas laughed. “Do you mind if I ask for a cup of coffee?”
“A cup of coffee?”
“You can substitute it with something else,” Andreas replied. Apparently, a cup of coffee at ten o’clock at night had been added to Andreas’ list of peculiarities. “I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea.”
Vlora did not immediately respond to Andreas’ request. Instead, she stared at him for a moment and realized that his visit could not be just for a cup of coffee.
There was something else.
So, Vlora stood up and invited him in.
“Please come in.”
Andreas gladly accepted the offer. He entered and closed the door, while Vlora had already left.
Andreas narrowed his eyes. He stood still for a moment. He realized that it was the first time he had seen Vlora in her pajamas.
Vlora looked comfortable in the satin nightgown. Its design was simple, falling softly to cover her knees.
Andreas did not want to miss the chance to admire Vlora’s slender calves. Especially since the black color of the nightgown managed to accentuate Vlora’s glowing skin.
Ten minutes passed and Andreas and Vlora were sitting on the living room sofa. A cup of tea was on the table.
“Won’t you join me in enjoying this tea, Vlo?”
Vlora sighed briefly. Unconsciously, her hand moved to make sure the knot of her nightgown was tied properly.
“It’s not my habit.”
Andreas enjoyed his first sip. When he put the teacup back on its saucer, he said, “There are many things that are not your habit, but is having a guest this late at night your habit?”
Indifferently, Vlora picked up a magazine and opened it casually. “At first, I didn’t want to open the door for you, but I thought you weren’t the kind of person who would come at this hour without a reason. In my opinion, a man like you would rather spend the night in a club than come to a women’s unit just for a cup of coffee. Uh, or tea.”
“Ah! You and all your assumptions always leave an impression.”
There was no interesting article. Vlora put the magazine back on the table.
“So, what’s the reason you’re here so late?”
Of course, Vlora’s assumption was correct. Andreas had his own reasons for coming at such an hour, and not just for a cup of coffee.
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about moving up our wedding date.”
Wow! Vlora would not lie that Andreas’ words surprised her.
“I thought two months was quite advanced, Reas. Tell me, how advanced do you want it to be?”
The satirical tone that was Vlora’s trademark made Andreas grin. Vlora and her choice of words always managed to impress him.
“I know that two months is fast, considering that you initially offered a six-month timeframe.”
That was the result of an agreement they had made during a dinner with Noelle some time ago. Originally, Vlora had wanted her wedding to take place in six months. As a woman, she felt there were many things to prepare.
Andreas, on the other hand, insisted on doing it sooner, and of course, Noelle was very receptive.
“Unfortunately, now I’m thinking, if we can do it in a month, why not?”
Vlora’s bright laughter echoed. She even unconsciously tilted her head back. She let her laughter flow for a while, while Andreas was captivated by the sight of her beautiful neck and collarbones.
“Why are you laughing?”
Andreas tried not to get lost in the feminine sight before him. He met Vlora’s eyes, his forehead wrinkled slightly.
“Does my suggestion sound funny?”
Vlora took a breath. The last traces of laughter disappeared and finally she spoke.
“Actually, your suggestion isn’t funny. It’s just that if we move the wedding date up, someone might think you’ve figured out what kind of bra I wear.”
What kind of bra I wear?
Those words made Andreas’ eyes narrow.
“Is that an invitation?”
Vlora smiled and shook her head. “No, but you don’t know what the topic of conversation was between me and Nadine at the party that night.”
“Tell me.”
Vlora paused for a moment. She quickly thought of a way to condense their conversation into one effective sentence.
“The gist of it is that I told her that even without knowing what kind of bra I wear, you’d choose me over her, who’s been serving you in bed the whole time.”
Andreas grinned.
“I also told her that if you found out, I’d make sure that our wedding would be moved up.”
This time it was Andreas who laughed, just like Vlora’s earlier.
“So, you think that if we get married soon,” Andreas continued, slightly out of breath. “Nadine would think I already know what kind of bra you wear?”
Vlora’s shoulders rose briefly. “I think so.”
Vlora’s answer made Andreas shake his head. He looked at Vlora and his laughter stopped. The mischievous expression on his face faded.
Vlora felt this change. Her alarm bells went off and she tensed.
“The idea of finding out what kind of bra you’re wearing is actually quite tempting.”
The air caught in her chest. Vlora waited expectantly.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can find out right now.”
Andreas’ demeanor changed again. His eyes darkened. His voice grew heavier.
Andreas grinned and looked at Vlora with a meaningful look. His voice became hoarse as he said, “You’re not wearing a bra under that nightgown.”
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