Flirt back with David over dinner to see how far he'll go

17:35 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Luciano's Restaurant, Putney

You lean forward over the table, deliberately giving David a better view of your cleavage in the sparkly silver mini-dress. Your platinum blonde hair cascades over one shoulder as you twirl your wine glass between manicured fingers.

"So like, what else do you wanna know about me?" you ask, your voice honeyed and playful. The words come effortlessly—flirting seems hardwired into this new body.

David's eyes darken as they drop momentarily to your chest before returning to your face. "I'm curious how someone like you ended up with Matt. He's not exactly known for dating... women of your caliber."

You giggle, the sound bubbling up from somewhere unfamiliar. "Maybe I just, like, saw something in him nobody else did?" You reach across the table, letting your fingers brush against his hand. "What about you? Got a girlfriend?"

"Not at the moment," David replies, turning his hand to capture yours. His thumb traces small circles on your palm, sending little jolts of electricity up your arm. "Been focusing on work. Banking isn't exactly conducive to relationships."

Marco appears with your food—steaming plates of linguine and risotto. The rich aromas fill the air between you, but neither of you pulls away immediately.

"Enjoy," Marco says with a knowing smile before retreating.

You reluctantly withdraw your hand to pick up your fork. As you eat, you find yourself making small, appreciative noises with each bite—soft moans that draw David's attention repeatedly.

"Good?" he asks, his voice rougher than before.

"Mmm, amazing," you purr, licking your lips slowly. "Want a taste?" You scoop up a forkful of creamy risotto and extend it across the table.

David leans forward, maintaining eye contact as he takes the offered bite. His lips close around your fork in a way that makes heat pool between your thighs.

"Delicious," he murmurs, "but I think I prefer what's across the table."

The straightforwardness makes you blush despite yourself. You take another sip of wine, feeling it loosen what remains of your inhibitions.

"So," David continues, refilling both your glasses, "how long are you staying? With Matt away, I mean."

The question catches you off-guard. Matt is away? But you are Matt. The thought tries to form but dissolves into mental static before you can grasp it.

"Um, I'm not sure," you stammer. "It depends?"

David reaches across the table again, this time his fingers trailing up your bare arm. "You know, his room isn't the only comfortable one in the flat. Mine has a much better bed."

The implication hangs heavy in the air between you. Your body responds automatically—nipples tightening against the fabric of your dress, wetness gathering between your thighs.

"Are you, like, hitting on me?" you ask, voice breathier than intended.

David's smile turns predatory. "Would that be a problem?"

You should be outraged. This is your flatmate—you're Matt! But those thoughts feel increasingly distant, overwhelmed by the constant arousal humming through your veins and the wine-induced warmth spreading through your limbs.

"What if Matt finds out?" you hear yourself asking.

David leans closer, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "Matt's not here, is he? And I don't think you're the type to tell."

18:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Luciano's Restaurant, Putney

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