Date proposal she can't refuse

"No. We will have a proper date. I wanted to invite you for years, but chickened out. Now you know about my crush..."

"I don't think it is a good idea..."

"Why not?" You interrupt her

"Because... because..." She trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "Because I'm worried that it might complicate things further. Between us."

You let out a frustrated sigh and decided not to play games and **** the issue. "Maisie, you will put your favourite sexy dress and come to my place today evening."

"You... You gave me an order?" Her voice sounded shocked and betrayed. "I thought you learned the lesson."

"Look. I just don't want to argue. I want this date to happen. Really do. " You tried to soothe her. "Nothing inappropriate. A civilized first date."

"One doesn't have the first date at the man's home! " Imitating Boromir "It is just... wrong even without magical curses." She pouted, her resistance surprisingly falling.

"You will come, it is decided, " you responded with a dominant note that surprised even yourself. "And I promise to be a gentleman. Unless you ask otherwise."

"Oh, please..." She mumbled, "You are totally fucking me tonight. No matter what I say."

"OK. I'll TRY not to."

"This is more like the truth. But I will come. I have no fucking choice now. Eight. Try to make it look like a date instead of a fuck fest." She said before hanging up.

You have got a little more than 4 hours to prepare for your first date: to bring your apartment up to dating standards. The time between Maisie's call and her expected arrival dissolved into a frenzy of domestic activity. You surveyed your apartment with critical eyes, suddenly hyper-aware of every dust bunny, every cluttered surface. The coffee table was cleared of magazines and junk mail. Then a forgotten laundry basket was discovered and dumped shamelessly in a nearby closet.

The kitchen underwent a similar transformation - dishes stacked efficiently in the dishwasher instead of piled haphazardly in the sink, crumbs swept from counters, spice jars aligned perfectly on the shelf. A quick inventory revealed basic ingredients for wine and cheese, enough to offer something beyond just water without going overboard. Your clothes were carefully selected - nothing too flashy, but a decent shirt tucked in, clean jeans that hugged your legs just right.

The clock ticked relentlessly. As the appointed hour approached, you paced around, checking everything once more despite having done so already three times. What if she didn't come? No - she had to come. The command was clear and binding.

A soft knock on the door made your heart jump. She was here.

When you opened it, words died in your throat. Maisie stood before you dressed in a stunning emerald green cocktail dress that fell to mid-thigh. The fabric clung to her curves in ways that made your breath catch - not obscenely tight, but enough to showcase her figure without looking like she'd stepped out of a magazine spread. The neckline dipped just low enough to hint at cleavage without being vulgar. She wore no makeup at all, perhaps as a form of protest - your order didn't include changing how she looks now - but her natural beauty looked almost unreal. Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. The overall effect was both elegant and sensual.

"You... look amazing," you managed to say as she stepped inside.

She smirked slightly, clearly enjoying how rattled you seemed while she stood there, arms crossed. "And you didn't meet me in boxers with a boner, good. **** won't begin immediately. Yay!" Despite the sarcasm, there was a genuine warmth in her eyes now. She appreciated you putting some effort into your looks.

You gestured, inviting her to come in properly, then closed the door behind her. "I never thought your apartment might look so clean, you do prefer to fuck in a tidy place," she dropped another stark remark.

You sighed at her sarcasm and brought her to the living room where wine and cheese were prepared on the coffee table. She sat down, crossing her long legs in a way that made the hem of her dress ride up slightly. You tried not to stare as you poured the wine, handing her a glass.

"To new beginnings?" you offered, raising your own glass uncertainly.

"At least I can safely drink, no reason for you to **** me" She said before taking a sip and nodding in approval. "Not bad."

You sat down across from her, trying to ignore how much your heart was racing. The silence stretched between you, weighted with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"So," you began, clearing your throat awkwardly. "How have you been?"

"You know already. Missed you. Blamed myself for going too far. Only for you to command me around once more and call it a date." She rolled her eyes and smiled weakly. "Tell me what do you plan to do now? Don't keep me hanged in uncertainty."