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"We'll see about that," you returned to your menu with a small grumble. As you looked over the menu, you could see her starting at you with an innocent smile on her face. She had her chin resting in her hands; it would be cute if you knew she wasn't planning something.

Luckily, the waiter came by soon. "Hi! We'll do a bottle of your Malbec along with the charcuterie board. Then... I'll have the chicken pomodoro and my boyfriend will have the chicken parmesan." You didn't even get the chance to speak as Nina rattled off the order. But... How did she know what you wanted?

"You were looking at it a lot on the menu," she said, almost as if reading your mind. The waiter had left and taken the menus meaning that there was no buffer between the two of you. "If you're going to be mine, then I need to know everything about you. I want to be able to know what you think before you even say it. I want to take care of you, so I'll need to predict what you want."

"Where is this coming from? You make it sound like you've been doing this for ages," you were a bit disoriented by her manner of speaking.

"Let's just say I've given this a lot of thought. I've built myself into the kind of person I want to be and never strayed from that. It doesn't matter if I'm not a milf; I'm a dommy mommy." She said with the straightest face you had ever seen.

You didn't know what to do, so you just laughed. You never thought you would hear those words in that way coming from someone like Nina. She frowned and crossed her arms, "why are you laughing?"

"Because you just— you can't just say stuff like that! You have to know how ridiculous it sounds." You knew it was kind of mean to laugh, especially if she was serious. But, still. It sounded pretty silly.

"Is it?" She raised an eyebrow, her smile returning. "I didn't cultivate this personality because of some guy; I did it because I like it. I love the confidence if gives me and I love how it can make someone else feel, if they're the right person."

You'd never before heard of anyone cultivating their own personality to be a specific personality type. Granted, she was Lena's friend, so she had to be weird.

"Sure. Okay. And you believe that's my type?" You didn't know if you wanted to entertain this line of thought, but you are curious.

"Of course I do. Plus, I'm quite attractive. I know I'm not perfect, but I am your dream girl," Nina winked, setting her hand back with on your leg. "And you better not lie to me, cariño."

You weren't sure what it was, but you really didn't want to lie to her. You almost didn't want to let her down, either. She seemed genuine about this and like she really cares about it. "Let's say, for the sake of argument: you're right. How? What does my dream girl 'look like?'"

"Someone encouraging..." She leaned in close and let her lips hover over your ear. "Someone sexy, confident, loving, caring... Dominating... Someone who will do what's best for you. Someone who will take care of you. Someone who will let you give up control." Nina put a hand to the back of your head, her finger nails gently scratching. It felt really good. It was almost like you were her pet.

Her words were as tempting as a rich chocolate... You wanted that. It did sound really nice. Tegan was... some of those things, but she was also quite naive and submissive. It was a bit frustrating at times, too.

"Let's try this: spend the rest of the evening as my boyfriend and I'll show you just what you're missing. I'm sure you'll fall for me by the end of the night. If you don't, I'll get Lena off your back. Of course, if you do, she'd also get off your back. Either way, you win!" She let her words hang, her breath still beating down on your ear.