Scene: Dmitri Machiavelli
Dmitri briefly closed his eyes, praying to the universe for patience, to handle the women in his life.
"Three things I'm going to tell you Barbara. First is, the last time that I checked, your name's Barbara Henson not every other girl so why do you keep repeating the every girl phrase? And... what position exactly do you have in my life? You were right that day, when you said we've been a lot of things to each other over the years. Don't let enemies be one of those things Barbara. We'd both regret it. You're my friend Barbara and that's not gonna change, irregardless of whoever, new or not, comes into my life or leaves it, so don't be scared. And I've warned you about your feelings. I'm not the guy you want to fall for. You deserve someone good, better. You're a good woman Barbara. But you can never be more than a friend to me. Lastly, who's Rovanna Goucher to me? She is the woman I plan to fuck tonight. But most importantly, she's the girl whose chair you're sitting on right now, so I advice you to stand up because we are most assuredly done with this conversation. Plus, she's here already"
Just then, Rovanna showed up, wearing a very conservative blue fled gown with little make-up on
"Barbara Henson" Rovanna exclaimed, wide-eyed, surprised to see one of the co-founders of Bright Shadows Art, the lady who'd personally signed her into the organization just recently, dining with Dmitri. The woman was an art goddess. One of the lead art founders in Philadelphia. Rovanna could only dream of one day being where she was. She was one of Rovanna's living breathing role models.
Barbara immediately stood up, picking up her purse
"Enjoy your night Rovanna and be careful of this one. He's um...unpredictable" she said referring to Dmitri and walking away
Rovanna sat down
"Oh my god. she's just as pretty as she looks in the photos. Even prettier. Whenever there's any female around Barbara, she somehow makes them feel less of a woman because of how much of a woman that she is. With all her poise" Rovanna said smiling, genuinely enthralled
"Well you're the one who's sitting across from me for a date right? She may be pretty but at least you got the man" Dmitri said smiling
"Jerk! You're supposed to go ahead and tell me I'm the most beautiful girl in the world and the most beautiful lady you've ever seen" she teased, lightly hitting his arm
"Then that would be a lie no? where did all your womanly curves go to? They're either hiding under that maxi dress of yours or not even there to begin with" he grounded out on an emotionless face
"That's it! I'm going home till you learn some manners young man" Rovanna screeched out, appalled
"I'm pulling your legs Miss Goucher. How can you compare yourself to Barbara? Of course you're way prettier?" he said, smiling now, glad he could ruffle her with just his words alone
"Then why was she here first? How do you even know Barbara? I mean, no offense but, you may be Dmitri Machiavelli, but you and Barbara aren't even in the same class, when it comes to art"
"And just what class is that Rovanna?" he asked mockingly
"Well, she's an art pro and you're a mere art student. I'm sorry, but the truth is bitter" Rovanna said laughing.
"And oh yeah, I did notice that you called me by my first name, but the reason why I didn't say anything, is because we're in social gathering. Come Monday morning I'm back to being Miss. Goucher to you. Do you hear that young man?"
"Spend the weekend with me Rovanna. Not just tonight" he said staring at her... only her and immediately interrupted her when she tried to answer
"So here's how the conversation's going to play out in the new minutes. You're going to say no, that you can't, because that would be terribly inappropriate in a teacher-student relationship. besides, that you've got other stuffs planned out to do with your weekend, and while for me, I'm going to beg you and try to persuade you and you're going to say no again, though this time reluctantly, then I'm going to remind you how good being with me is starting to make you feel. You're going to eventually say yes then. So let's save ourselves the stress of all that and finally get on to the yes part" he finished off with a simple smile
"Wow. You surmised all that up, from what? How many weeks of knowing me? You do make a compelling argument though. Fine. I'll spend the weekend" she replied sipping the wine by her.
What could go wrong? She asked herself. It would be nice for Mia to spend the weekend with her father uninterrupted.
"Good. We're done here right? Let's go up" Dmitri said standing up
"Up? Up where?" she replied getting up as well
"We've got a suite upstairs" he said indicating her to follow him
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