"What did you say your name was?" Gideon?
"Are we on the' you ' yet?" Nothing, I don't mind. That's right, that's my name.
– Unusual name. Rare, I'd say.
The girl did not hide her sympathy, moreover, she showed her interest in the guy in every possible way. Her facial expressions and gestures suggested that she would not mind spending this hour not drinking tea, but doing something more interesting.
The unbuttoned top buttons of her blouse, the languid look, and the vulgar pose on the sofa were used.
– I heard that girls from rural areas are easier to relate to the issue of intimacy, but I did not think that it all happens this way! – calmly replied the guy, engaged in the tea ceremony.
"What's there to think about?" You try it! I'm not a very modest girl, it's true, but I think you won't regret it. You don't seem to be in a hurry either. We're adults, why all this preludes and talk about nothing around the Bush? I can see that you liked me, you are also very good, so why are we wasting time? Can we start now?
The girl undid a few more buttons on her blouse, the section of her lush chest did not pass by the guy's eyes.
"You're making sense, Victoria," the guy said, looking away and pouring out the tea that had been boiled before the girl arrived, as if on purpose.
The seductress's face changed.
– You probably didn't hear, my name is Tanya! "no," she said sternly. – And remember, girls are very sensitive to being called other people's names!
The guy turned around, brought two cups of tea and put them on the table next to the girl who was watching his silence with disgust.
Gideon sat down opposite her, smiled, and said:
"You're very good, that's right, and I'm not talking about the figure.
"You don't understand?"
– You are holding up well, I say, with experience, you can immediately see. But that's not clear than you have angered the clan, once they're donated…
The girl's eyes flashed fiercely. Gideon continued:
"I know who you are, Victoria. Exactly Victoria. That's the name your mother gave you at birth, but you don't remember it. Since your foster parents showed up, you've been called Tatiana, but that's not your real name.
"What are you talking about?" – What is the name? What kind of mother? Aren't you all at home? I think I'd better go!