~ Unlucky ~
"I'm so happy for you!" Anna hollered, almost deafening Elsa during there facetime call. Elsa had been relaying the events of her launch to Anna.
"Jeez Anna!" Elsa said rubbing her ears. Suddenly her phone screen goes blank and a wet,black nose comes into focus. Is that a dog's nose? Elsa thought to herself.
"Sven, here boy" Anna called trying to steer him away from her phone. Sven turned around and went to Anna's side.
"Anna have you got yourself a dog now?" Elsa asked when she saw a grey and white huskie beside her.
"Well not exactly, I'm dog sitting for a friend," Anna said sounding very vague with her details.
"Hmmm a 'friend?' Elsa said raising a blonde eyebrow. Anna cheeks flushed pink which confirmed that Anna was obviously up to something.
"I kinda met a guy..." Anna said giving Elsa a coy look.
"I've left you five minutes and you already bagged yourself a guy!" Elsa said with a teasing tone.
"So who is he?" The older, protective sister had now emerged from Elsa.
"His name is Kristoff. He is a dog trainer looking to start college to become a vetinary nurse too. We met last week at a college open day.
Elsa did feel slightly disspointed that Anna hadn't told her about Kristoff earlier on. They were usually open about their relationships and such.
Elsa saw a message pop up on her screen from Hans.
[Hans Westergaard: Hey Queenie I'm looking forward to our date later on. Still waiting for you to send me your address. X
Elsa's cheeks flushed pink and Anna had heard her phone go off during their facetime call. Anna smirked, she knew her sister too well and that blushing face and expression could only mean Elsa had received a message from someone she had the hots for.
"C'mon sis, spill the beans!" Anna said to Elsa.
Hans set his phone down on the coffee table after sending Elsa a message and headed into the bathroom, He had the pleasure of hearing Elsa playing with herself last night. Since hearing her beautiful feminine moans and her mewling for him he had probably jerked off five times. He couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to touch and kiss her alabaster skin. Listen to her moan for him when he touched her most intimate area. He was getting rock hard just thinking about it again and jerked off in the shower.
"Ugh! What am I gonna wear tonight!" Elsa said rummaging through her wardrobe. She didn't want to dress too conservative but at the same she didn't want to give Hans the wrong idea and looks like a slut. Clothes were strewn all over bedroom as she practically emptied her wardrobe. Finally she decided on something to wear, a pair of black fitted trousers and a v shaped, navy blue polka dot top. Elsa sat waiting nervously in the front room waiting for Hans to pick her up. Maria's warnings about Hans entered her mind. Was Hans really that bad? He seemed really genuine and sweet with her on her launch night. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a car engine roar outside her window. Seconds later her phone rings and it's Hans
"I'm outside your apartment building in the the Red Ferrari" Hans said.
"Ok be right down" Elsa says getting ready to open her front door. Wow a Ferrari! He must be loaded Elsa thought to herself as she waited for the elevator. PING! the elevator doors open and Elsa steps in. Standing in the elevator was a elderly lady. She looked like she was in her seventies, immaculately dressed and holding a small Yorkshire terrier. Elsa smiled and greeted her but the lady looked down her nose at Elsa and doesn't say a word. She gets off at the floor below.
"Stuck up bitch!" Elsa grumbled as she waits to get to the ground floor. Elsa's heart races when she sees Hans already standing outside, leaning against his Ferrari. He looked very dapper, wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers.
" Good evening, your majesty" Hans said opening the car door for her. Elsa rolls her eyes and gets into the passenger seat.
"Thank you, and Are you ever gonna stop with the royal greetings?" Elsa says.
"Hmmmm I don't think I will stop and after all you're just so regal like" Hans said jesting with her. How do feel about me taking you for an Italian tonight?" Hans said as he pulled off.
"Sure, sounds great!" Elsa said. The reasturant was a twenty minute drive and within that time Elsa had discovered that Hans moved to London eight years ago from Maryland in the USA after his mother passed away and father (who is Danish) moved back to Denmark. There was no mention about him having twelve older brothers, however he did speak about his brother Lars owning a Ferrari dealership which explained the reason why Hans owned one. They pulled up to the restaurant and Elsa's stomach drops. It was the same restaurant that her and Maria had their lunch meeting and where they had seen Hans take his previous date. He must take all of his dates here Elsa thought. Once they were seated Hans scanned the menu. He was ravenous.
"Do you like seafood? How do mussels sound like to you?"
"Sounds great" Elsa said. She just couldn't shake off the thought that Hans was only here a couple of days ago with a different women on a date.
Elsa excused herself to use the restroom. She was sat in one of stalls and heard two girls come in. The chit chat they were having indicated that they were waitresses.
"That hot redhead guy is here again on a date" the first girl said reapplying her lipstick in the mirror.
"Yeah at least this girl doesn't look like she works in Baby Platinum like most of the girls he brings in. He must bring a girl here at least once a week!" The second girl commented. "Sounds like he has slept with half of central London. My friend modelled for him on one of his photo shoots recently and they ended up going back to his place to shag. Apparently he is hung like a horse!" she said chuckling.
Elsa's heart was in her mouth as she listened to the conversation going on unbeknown to the two gossiping girls that Hans' date was in the same vicinity. So it was true what what Maria had said about Hans. Elsa took her phone out and googled Baby Platinum and as she suspected, it was a gentleman's club.
"Oh I would do anything to have my way with him!" The first girl said gushing. She obviously had a huge crush on Hans. "Maybe if I flash a bit of boob to him, it would be enough to get him interested." The girl said unbuttoning the top of her shirt.
"You're such a slag!" The second girl scoffed. The girls left the restroom and Elsa emerged from her stall. She texted Anna.
[Elsa: Hey, could you call me in 5 mins please?
"What the hell is taking her so long" Hans muttered to himself tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. The waitress came up to him to take a drinks order. She was deliberately fluttering her eyelashes and flashing her cleavage at him. However, he had no interest in the annoying bitch at all. Finally Elsa comes out of the restroom to join him again.
"You ok? Hans asked concerned. Elsa had come back looking slightly distressed.
"Yeah I'm fine" Elsa replied making absolutely no eye contact with Hans.
"Erm, okay" Hans said with a hint of suspicion. Something wasn't sitting right with him.
Elsa's phone vibrates in the pocket of her trousers. " excuse me a sec" she says to Hans answering the call. It was Anna calling just as they had planned. Elsa had wanted Anna to call and pretend there was an "emergency" so Elsa had a excuse to abandon her date with Hans. After a some gasps and shocked expressions Elsa hastily left the restaurant after apologising to Hans. Elsa took a five minute walk away from the restaurant and ordered an Uber. Anna rang Elsa back.
"What was THAT all that about?!" Anna said and continued to interrogate Elsa. Elsa sighed deeply and began to convey what had happened that evening.
"Are you shitting me?!" Hans said as Elsa got up from her chair, grabbing her purse, and turned on her heels to exit the restaurant. This was the second bad date he had this week. You're losing your touch Westergaard he thought to himself. Hans would usually take his dates out, wine and dine them with the intentions of taking them back to his place for some no strings attached fucking. However his feelings for Elsa were somewhat different. Hans took the bottle Sauvignon blanc that he had ordered home with him to drown his sorrows along with a microwave meal. He was truly gutted.