Yes, everything is perfect.
The lights are out, the candles are lit, the wine was cool and I was hot.
It's been nearly a month since Dan and I had the flat to ourselves, and Phil left on his family vacation just an hour ago, giving me enough time to fix things up before Dan got back.
As I was daydreaming about our extremely inappropriate near future, I heard the rustling of keys.
"Damn, he's early,,
I thought as I slipped out of my silk robe, ready to greet him with full frontal nakedness.
The lock clicked, and I struck a pose.
Legs in the air, a smirk on my lips, as my eyes locked with... Phil's.
For a moment both of us were completely horrified. My mouth was hanging open, my eyes were wide and my face pale, mimicking Phil's expression.
,, Hey, Phil, what are you doing he-''
As if timing couldn't be any better, Dan walked in stopping dead in his tracks at the scene before him. And that's what pulled me and Phil out of are shocked state.
My scream was promptly followed by Phil's shriek and Dan's ,, what the fuck''.
I scrambled to cover myself, as Phil was smashing his head in the wall repeating ,,oh god, oh god,,
Dan rushed over to me trying to help me get covered but the damn robe got caught on a splinter on the floor. Rage and embarrassment fueling my strength I managed to pry my robe from the floor, the recoyle sending me flying to the candle covered sofa.
As soon as my skin made contact with the hot wax I started screaming. During the whole show, my robe flew away from my hands once again, just as soon as ice cold water made contact with my skin.
It appeared that Dan found it appropriate to dump the wine cooling water on me, extinguishing both the candles and my pain. Suddenly I felt leather against my skin, as Dan enveloped me in he's jacket. I looked up to him, smiling, trying to mutter an apology, but it seemed he had other intentions as he started leaning in for a kiss.
''Uhh, guys, sorry to interrupt you moment but...uh... (Name), your robe is on fire!''Phil shirked, interrupting us midway.
Dan and I both whipped our head's to the direction that Phil was pointing at, only to be meet with the realization that yes, my pink silk robe was indeed on fire.
One activated smoke alarm, two fire brigades, three police officers, ten awkward explanations and five hours later, we decided that seduction isn't really my thing.