{ aiden -- so tired of the way the world works

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda slipped through the heavy, tall doors at the top of de gourmand's staircase leading to the reserved second floor. she had been waiting inconspicuously at the bar, waiting until the group of businessmen she'd seen enter the staircase left the restaurant. she knew the workers wouldn't go to clean up until closing, and also knew that with an hour until that happened there was no way anyone else had reserved the second floor. so with the coast clear, she slipped in ready to complete her quest for the evening.

a few weeks ago ramilda had run into her steamy ex-mentor, aiden jameston, at some sort of party. memories from the year before fired up, memories of aiden deflowering the innocent first year in the english corridor when he was supposed to be lecturing her on literary styles and self expression, and one thing lead to another. aiden and ramilda had been sort of secretly hooking up since then. she'd been keeping it from her friends because a) they knew any jameston was a mess to be left alone when sober and b) this had ended badly once before, and there wouldn't be enough pizza in the world to fix it if history repeated itself. as a first year, ramilda had become entirely entrapped with aiden's aura. he was older and brilliant and dangerous; she couldn't get enough of him. but like many girls before her, ramilda had made the mistake of getting emotionally invested in a bank that didn't keep accounts.

but, this time was different. ramilda knew how things worked, she knew she and aiden had both moved on. he was just so delicious, how could she have said no when he had texted, asking her to find a secret spot to meet that night? it was all just so thrilling.

ramilda looked around the studio second floor. she noticed a long dinner table, lounge chairs in one corner by a fireplace, a mini bar and an ivory chaise along the windows straight across from where she stood in the doorway. she headed over and sat on the chaise, smoothing down her skirt and twisting the ends of her hair. nothing made ramilda nervous, nothing. well, except aiden apparently. but intimidation was intoxicating and ramilda was surprised to find herself, having snuck onto the second floor, alone, entirely suffocated with anticipation. all for a boy, whew.