I Want Nothing More From You, Barbara

I felt my body soften:

- I need a spoon - I said, without meaning to.

- I have several ... But my hands can do that too - he looked at me. – Remove your panties and melt in my arms, Bárbara Novaes.

- Wait... Fourth question... - I said, with difficulty.

- There were three.

- I don't do agreements.

- And I don't know this? - Laughed.

- You are drunk?

- Not much... - He confessed.

I pushed him towards the bed, while he fell into a sitting position.

- The answers weren't exactly what I expected ... But they seemed sincere.

- I was honest, even with your questions being the craziest I've ever been asked in my life.

- I'll dance for you... In my panties... On the pole of the pole dance. – he said, putting the music back on.

His eyes didn't leave mine as I danced to the beat singing while looking into his eyes, " Words don't come easy to me, how can I find a way, for you to see that I love you, words don't come easy."

- Do you want to finish me, disqualified? he asked, not moving from where