"Just... taking in the view."

Green eyes slowly slide down my figure, taking their leisure time to observe every inch of me.

A stare so intense, so intimate that suddenly I feel my confidence condense in the form of sweat beads, gathering in between my rising and dropping breasts.

He notices it as well and my breaths become even more erratic. Before I could muster a response, the friendly employee arrives just in time, rescuing me from Dakota's penetrative gaze.

"Lovely. Seems like the dress fits you perfectly." She smiles warmly, before clenching the dress around my waist, "Just need a minor alteration from here and here."

I gasp as she tightens the velvet, causing the fabric cling to me, accentuating my curvy breasts and narrow waist.

Green eyes draw on the area she is adjusting and my cheeks flush with shyness as his intense eyes scan my figure, leaving me feeling both exposed and self-conscious.

Dakota nods his head, as if agreeing to the alteration, before pin-pointing, "The dress appears longer, doesn't it?"

She nods, assessing the length. "Yes, it is. But once she puts on her heels, the dress will fall to her perfect height."

She then directs her attention back to me, asking, "Are you comfortable with five inches, or do you prefer four or three inches?"

Her words catch me off guard, and my dirty mind play her words in a completely different context, telling me how I have easily taken more than six inches.

Heels! She is talking about heels!

"Um, yeah. Five inches will be fine." My face heats up, turning a deep shade of red with all the sexual innuendos.

After discussing about the dress, accessories and heels, I decide to change back into my original attire and when I step out of the trail room, I find Dakota has also changed back into his previous outfit and talking to the bald man, presumably the owner.

Their conversation seems to follow fluently, deepening my curiosity, wondering how long they know each other.

"Add it to the account." Dakota smirks at the man before holding the glass door open, ushering me to exit first.

I wanted to ask how much does the dress cost but I know I can't even afford the first two digits on the price tag, so I swallow my question and let him walk me to the car.

Once again, he exhibits a behavior of gentleman by opening the car door for me, before taking his place behind the wheel.

"So, what do you want to do now?" He asks me before playing another song.

Can I ask him to drop me to my sweet home?

"There is this amusement center near 7th Avenue." Dakota suggests, looking up at me. "Do you want to take a look at it?"

My eyes light up again. "Sure. That sounds like fun." I try to control my excitement, as he reverses the car with a smile playing on his lips, before accelerating.

Melody of a foreign song fills the space, sounding sweet, yet gibberish. "What language is this?" My curiosity asks him.

"French- La vie en rose."

So he even knows French!

"How many other languages do you know?" I question, sounding a bit jealous.

"Couple of them." He chuckles, taking in my envy.

"Currently, I am trying to get a hold on German, as some of my clients are from there. Also, Germany is somewhat lagging behind in terms of technology and digital adaptation, so it is possible that it could become a hub for Artificial Intelligence in the future. Seeing how they are open to integrating AI with cars, which suggests they may venture into other fields soon." He tells me while taking a smooth left turn.

"So, do you learn on your own? All the languages?" I ask him in a serious tone.

"Well, I learned Spanish during my school years. I came to know that Spanish shares its roots with Latin, which was the dominant language during Roman times, and as the Roman Empire expanded its territories, Latin spread across Europe and gradually evolved into various regional languages." Dakota explains to me like a passionate linguistic.

"And you know Emara, once you have a strong foundation in Spanish," He says looking at me, "It becomes easier to pick up other European languages like Portuguese, Italian, French and Romanian. These languages, collectively known as Romance languages, share many elements of vocabulary, grammar, and syntax."

God! His smart mouth just talks like my brother, but hotter.

"And the best way to learn any foreign language is to start watching Disney movies dubbed in that language. You will learn faster." He advises me.

"What? Disney movies?" I react, shockingly.

"Yes. Disney movies are primarily designed for children, so the characters speak slowly and use correct pronunciation that even a five year old can understand. Plus, as you already know the dialogues in English, it is easy to remember and spell them in your target language."

"You have actually watched those romantic cartoon movies meant for little girls?" I blink at him with a surprised abracadabra face.

"No kidding. You name it- Peter Pan. Little Mermaid. Beauty with Beast. Snow White. Cinderella. Ratatouille. Sleeping Beauty. That girl with long hair. Frozen. Lightning McQueen." He lists them proudly and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That's probably the last thing I expected to hear from him!

"Wow! You have seen more Disney movies than I ever have." I taunt Dakota playfully.

"Yeah, coz I had no parents to scold or restrict me." He smirks, his dark humor catching me off guard.

I blink my eyes at him, wondering whether I should laugh along or not.

Reaching the amusement center, we get coins to enter a world of arcade games. The bright neon lights of the gaming center invite us and my eyes sparkle with a childlike excitement.

"Let's start from there." Dakota points at the punching machine.

"You go first." He urges me and I swing my hand with all my mighty strength and throw a punch in full force.

Ouch!

My hand stings with the hit while the machine blinks with 336 points and I smile embarassingly, looking at the highest points 848.

Then it was Dakota's turn.

He rolls his shoulder back as he stares at the punching bag before swinging his fist so fast, so hard that the entire machine shakes with the sudden hit of power.

Lights lit up like a Christmas tree as the score flashes a new high score of 969, and my mouth drops in absolute shock.

Holy Cowgirl!

"You broke the record!" I gasp with my brain rolling down on the floor.

A lazy smirk plays on Dakota's sexy lips as he smugly asks me, "First time?"

"Yeah! I have never seen anyone break a record before." I admit, still amazed by his rocky punch.

"This is nothing. The arcade in Bellingham permanently banned me from entering after I broke their king of hammer and punching machine." Dakota sneers with a hint of male arrogance.

"Wow! Didn't know you were such a troublemaker!" I chuckle as I collect the golden ticket dispensed for breaking the high score.

"You have no idea, baby!" His voice flirtatious and I couldn't help but smile.

Next we play Air-Hockey, Basketball, Space Invader, VR games, then finally stop at the water shooting game.

Dakota confidently grabs a water gun and hits 8 out of his 10 targets, then looks at me with a satisfying smirk. When my turn comes, I remember how my father taught me to hold a gun and lock my eyes on the goal.

With a swift move, I take down all the ten moving targets and watch Dakota shoot his eyebrows in i-am-impressed way.

"I am daughter of a police officer." I sneer with the gun, a playful grin tugs at my lips as I stare at him.

"How can I forget.." He whispers, his tone low and suddenly I remember his past which I painting in the colours of darkness and court cases.

My smile drops and I slowly place the gun, feeling guilty, when Dakota picks it up and raises at me.

"Get the tickets." He orders me, before squirting water on my face unexpectedly.

"Dakota! You dog!" I gasp in surprise and hear his soft chuckles fill the air, before he gets the winning ticket from the machine.

As we walk, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up at the tall man beside me, as he casually walks with his arm comfortably around my neck.

"What else you are good at?" Dakota smirks, glancing down at me.

"You have no idea, baby!" A playful grin forms on my lips, and his smile widens, almost proudly.

We stroll through the arcade, before my eyes stop at the claw machine. OMG!

"Lets go try that!" I tug him excitedly towards the glass cabin full of soft plushies. This is heaven!

After trying for six times, I scowl when my seventh try goes to waste. "I almost had it!" I scorn defeatedly.

"You spent all the coins and still couldn't score one." Dakota scoffs as he stares at me with green chilli eyes.

"I thought you were good at catching softies." And taunts me of the time I got him caught by the cops.

"And I thought you were a millionaire!" I shoot back at the miser king, with narrowed eyes.

"I am not. My company is." He corrects me and starts walking silently.

"I see no difference." I comment, following him to the ticket machine to see how much we won.

"I don't own the company." Dakota turns towards me. "I am just a shareholder."

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Happy 2024 Chicaasss

Hope this year I stay more consistent and kinky so I can write more hot books 🤣

Also, just for the knowledge, what do you like more in my books... Plot Twist, Characters, Story Line, Smut, Humour.. or I just go write anything and you will love it anyway..

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