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♛SATURDAY 22ND 
Feliz Navidad, all! Since Christmas is coming up, why not enjoy a peppermint martini at a gorgeous holiday party? Just because we're mourning doesn't mean we can't have fun!
PLACE: Jardín Botánico de Buenos Aires. The weather's warm since it is summertime in Argentina, so why not head down to the Botanical Gardens?
DRESS CODE: Cocktail dresses, cute stilettos, and that perfect piece of man-candy.

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The box was soft under the stroke of my fingertips. The velvet seemed perfectly pressed and smooth, in a neat, intricate square. I bit my lip before opening it, glancing up to see Nathaniel. Franchot's expression He was watching me intently, curious to pin point my reaction. I took a deep breath and looked down at the contents, perplexed.

A soft, bronze colored key with various teeth etched into the end. I ran my finger across it, spotting the small, circular key chain attached. 324, it read. A room number.

I raised an eyebrow at Nathaniel.

"It's a key," he admitted, though I had already figured that out. "To a hotel room. To my hotel room… It's the Four Seasons in Puerto Madero…"

I couldn't disguise the grin that formed on my face.

"Nathaniel… I never pegged you as the type-"

He cut me off, hands shaking, mouth turned down in a serious expression. He was nervous, I noticed. Nervous that I wouldn't show up or nervous that someone would see the exchange, I wasn't sure. Hell, if I was in his position I'd be nervous too.

"I'm going to leave the party, Elena, and go there. If you are planning on going, I'd suggest waiting a while, as to not draw suspicions, but I'll be there until midnight. If you decide not to show up before midnight, I'll know your intentions and will no longer bother you. But please… take my offer into consideration."

Without another word, he turned on the heel of his motorcycle boot and made his way out of the Botanical Gardens. I watched him go before glancing back down at the key.

Oh my god, what was I going to do?

I began to head in the direction of Bristol when a female figure bumped right into me.

"Excuse me," I growled. It was that Isabelle girl again. Ugh.

"You're excused," She retorted as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, cool," I pushed past her and headed straight towards Bristol. She had a bored expression on her face as she daintily sipped her peppermint martini.

"What did Mr. Franchot want to talk to you about?" She asked curiously as I shrugged.

"Oh nothing, but… I have a question. A hypothetical question."

She nodded, willing me to go on.

"Let's just say, there was a boy here who wanted me to run off and stay with him a while… should I go?"

Bristol smirked at me.

"It's Dex, isn't it? I heard Gossip Girl talking about you two and-"

"¡Cállate, Bristol!" I cried in Spanish."Anyway, HYPOTHETICALLY. What should I do?

"I mean…" Bristol paused. "It's your decision… but if I were you, I would go. You need some ass. Go, Elena. Go. I'll watch your back," She winked flirtatiously at me.

I nodded.

"Okay. I'll go."

-

"Aquí, gracias," I spoke delicately to the taxi driver as the cab moved to a halt. I reached into my clutch bag and pulled a handful of pesos free, handing them to him before opening the door.

"Señorita, esto es mucho dinero!" He protested, stopping me dead in my tracks. 

"Señor, mantenerlo. Gracias," I stepped onto the pavement in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in Puerto Madero. The lights of the building gleamed in front of me as I walked towards the automatic doors, the cab driving off out of the circular drop off. Unlike most guests inside the lobby, I had no bags. Everyone spoke either in an odd English or a very poor, accented Spanish.

God, gringos sucked at Spanish.

I walked right up to the front desk.

"Perdóneme," I breathed before realizing the desk guy was a young, white boy, probably my age or younger. I switched back to English. "Could you enlighten me as to what floor room 324 is on?"

My English was impeccable.

Nathaniel would be proud.

"324?" The attendant asked. "That would be on the third floor."

I smiled at him.

"Gracias."

With the turn of my heels and the shaking of my ass, I entered the elevator and clicked the button for the third floor. My stomach was in knots. I was really going to do this, I realized. This was happening.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened slowly as I stepped out onto the patterned, carpeted floor. 

I read the numbers on the hotel doors as I walked past. 310. 312. 314.

The numbers kept getting bigger as I walked and then there sat the poised, wooden door. 324.

I reached into my clutch once more, pulling the velvet box free. Inside, the key still pleasantly sat. I grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger and cleared my throat, stepping towards the lock. 

The door opened easily as I stepped inside.

"Nathaniel?" I called. 

"Elena…" He stepped around the corner from the bathroom, somewhat surprised. "You came."

I closed the door behind me, hearing the automatic lock click. I set my clutch down on the nightstand. 

"Of course I came," I replied, stepping towards him.

We stood across from each other awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the clasps of my shoes. I slipped out of both of them before glancing up at Nathaniel.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" I questioned flirtatiously, raising an eyebrow. 

He then fumbled for his words.

"Elena, I, uh…"

"An English teacher, unsure of what to say," I joked.

He nervously laughed at that.

I bit my lip before standing up, feeling suddenly too short. Nathaniel towered over me in stilettos, and even more so when I was barefoot. I cleared my throat uneasily.

"I'm really glad you came," He repeated.

I nodded awkwardly. 

"So… I recommend we start with kissing," I began. "Unless you're not into that."

Nathaniel laughed at that before grabbing my face in his hands, running his thumb along my chin.

"You're so sexy," He murmured before pressing his lips to mine passionately. I closed my eyes and kissed him back aggressively. 

The fact that he was my teacher turned me on even more.

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(type 'your trojan's in my head' if you read it all)
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