Thread: Pushing the Envelope [Machiavelli & Sigr]

Amanda felt very tempted to tease Nick, perhaps to milk a few compliments more from him, but she didn't want to scare him away before they even had dinner, so she could as well rein herself back and prevent her fantasies from taking hold. The situation made her wonder how much did Emil know, both about her and about Nick, so she decided to go out of her way and match them in a blind date. Did the cheerful Emilia take a read of the books Amanda specially ordered? Was that what changed to sort out such a date? Even if Nick's stammering calmed, he was still doing that cute thing with his lip, so perhaps he leaned a bit that way? He sure wasn't a dominant male, that much she knew, but that didn't mean he was submissive, perhaps he was just shy. I got the bookstore from my grandfather when he passed four years ago Amanda said. I loved it since I was very little, as it seemed a magical place with books without end she commented, her hazel eyes lost in remembrance. The topic of her business always made her a bit mushy. I always asked how many books they were, and he always answered 'more than you'll be able to read' because that made me a bit mad and swear that I'd read them all Amanda smiled, even if with a tinge of sadness, her face reflected her fondness for those moments. But that wasn't what you asked Amanda said, her eyes returning to Nick, to the present, her red hair bouncing a bit as she slightly shook her head. I normally don't stick to something in particular, as I jump from genre to genre, book to book, although the shop bites into my time she commented, the main reason she had hired Emil for. The bookstore wasn't the only thing her grandfather left her, so since she was quite well off she could afford those kinds of whims. I must confess that there is a genre I find myself returning to, over and over again Amanda disclosed. It wasn't exactly a secret as those books were on her shop to be bought after all, and it wasn't like she was embarrassed about what she liked. It could be odd admitting it to someone she barely knew, but it had nothing to do with feeling bad about what she liked. Maybe Amanda lacked... practical application of those things that intrigued her so much, but wasn't ashamed of liking them in the first place. She leaned over the table, closer to Nick, most for looking his expression up close when she talked than the need to keep it a secret. Erotica she just said, retreating back into her seat, the tip of her tongue showing between her teeth like a mischievous girl. Before she could elaborate, a waitress brought them water and the menus to look at, offering a small pause, some respite. As she retreated to let them think, Amanda wasn't done with her fun. You should try some, or you'll be missing in a whole genre of fun she commented, as she had never ringed him for any books of that kind. Any allergies or particular dislikes? she asked, taking a gaze at the menu. Amanda wondered how far her back and forth with Nick could go, would it be too much that she ordered for him? It would seem odd, but it could be a way to size him up, to see how he reacted to being taken care of in a mostly harmless environment.