Chapter 17

Esme's POV:

A month later...

Tomarrow was Olaf's Birthday. Today I was going shopping to buy Olaf a present and to buy me a new dress to wear on our date tomarrow. I asked Clara to go shopping with me because I needed someone to help me find the perfect present and the perfect dress. Before we looked for a dress, I had to buy Olaf his present.

"What do you think I should get Olaf for his birthday?" I asked Clara.

"Mabye you should get him a tie," she suggested.

"I'm not going to buy him a tie," I replied. "Olaf deserves a better present then that."

"Well, there's a clothes store over there. Mabye you'll find some nice ties there," Clara said pointing at a nearby clothes store.

"Okay, but I am not going to buy him a tie," I replied.

We walked into the clothes store and started looking around. Five minutes later, Clara walked up to me. She was holding a blue and white tie.

"Here's a nice tie," she said. "Mavbye you can find a suit that looks good with it."

"That's a great idea," I said.

"I thought you didn't want to get him a tie." Clara said.

"Well, if I'm going to getting a shirt to go along with it, then I would buy it," I replied.

After looking for about ten minutes, I finally found a nice shirt to get him. After I bought the shirt, we left the store, and went to another clothing store. I tried on twelve diffrent dresses, but I still couldn't find the perfect dress for tomorrow. I was about to give up,but then I saw it. It was a beautiful glittery blue sleevless dress with a long slit on the side. I went into the dressing room and tried it on.

"So, what do you think?" I asked Clara when I got out of the dressing room.

"I really like it, except the slit is too long," she replied.

"Well, I don't think it is," I replied. "I'm going to buy it, and wear it tomorrow."

The next night...

I was looking in the mirror, checking my hair. Tonight I was going to take Olaf on a date for him birthday.

"Clara, do you know any good restuarants that Olaf and I could go to?" I asked her.

"There's a nice Mexican restaurant downtown," she replied. "Mabye you two could go there."

"Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah, I'll write the down the directions for you."

After Clara gave me the directions, I put on my coat, grabbed Olaf's present, and opened the door.

"Bye Clara," I said.

"Bye," she replied.

I closed the door, and then walked to the parking lot. I waited by Olaf's car for Olaf. After a few minutes, I saw Olaf walking towards me.

"Happy Birthday Olaf," I said to him. "You look very handsome tonight."

"Thank you. Here's the keys to the car," he said, handing me the keys to his car.

I opened the door for Olaf, and then got into the driver's seat.

"Did you get me anything for my birthday?" Olaf asked me.

"Yes," I said, then handed him his present.

"Thank you Esme," Olaf said, after he opened him present. "This is a really nice shirt. I'm going to wear it at the next dance, ball, or party. So, what restaurant are we going to tonight?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Olaf's POV:

It took us about forty-five minutes before we finally stopped at a Mexican restaurant. For dinner we had tacos, refried beans,Mexican rice, and some wine (even though Esme was not legally old enough to drink wine). When we got back to the headquaters, Esme and I went to my room.

"Since today is your birthday, I'm all yours tonight," Esme said when we got into the room. "I'll let you do whatever you want to do with me."

"I want to make love to you. First, I'm going to kiss you gently on the lips," I said, the kissed her on the lips.

"Next, I'm going to lay you down on the bed," I said, then layed Esme down on the bed. "Now, we're going to french kiss."

We were kissing for about five minutes, then Esme started unbuttoning my shirt. Then I started unziping her dress. Esme took off my shirt, and I took her dress off. Esme unbuttoned my pants and took them off. Esme and I started kissing some more, but then someone opened the door to my room. Esme shrieked, and then quickly covered herself up with the covers. I turned around to see who opened the door. It was Jacques, one of my acting students. He was holding a letter in his hand, and had a suprised and horrified expression on his face. He was totally speachless.

"What are you doing in here!" I asked him.

"Mr.D sent me here to give you this letter," he said nervously, showing me the letter.

"Put the letter on my dresser and get out! And you better not tell anyone what you just saw!"

"Yes sir," he said, then he locked the door and closed it.