I was really surprised to find out that Ilya was here too. Maybe I only told Lukas that I was planning on coming here; I honestly don't remember and haven't been really good at checking my phone in the past week. Although we kind of work together, I don't really know Ilya. I mean... I know him like you know a colleague, but that's pretty much it. Despite that, I didn't hesitate a minute to accept his invitation; because I'm not dumb enough to say no to a party on a yacht, but also because it would probably be interesting to see him outside of work, especially in this kind of environment. White dress code. I decided to wear nice white-beige pants with wide legs and a white strapless lace corset top. My long blond hair is bouncing down my shoulders as I approach the yacht at 8pm. I slide my pink round sunglasses down my nose to take a good look at it, impressed by the luxury I'm not used to.

"Wow, so you weren't kidding about the yacht," I tell Ilya as I'm getting closer without even paying attention to him, too busy looking at the boat. I turn my head to look at him and push my sunglasses back to the top of my nose, "You look good," I finally tell him. I mean, Ilya is a sexy guy, there's no doubt.

F L A T L I N E

life out of control,  how could you pull the plug and let me flatline? ;;

I'm honestly surprised. We don't know each other that well, Ilya and I, so I didn't really know what to expect. He said he was invited to this yacht party, but it could have been an old boat with a lame party planned. But as I approach the ship, I feel more and more confident about tonight. I nod when he says he always delivers. "I'll make sure to remember it," I say while taking a quick but effective look at him. And yes, I noticed he did the same. "Overdressed?", I ask, looking down at my clothes. I didn't know if it was a compliment or not, and I honestly didn't really care because I felt goddamn hot tonight. He goes to the yacht and helps me get on it, a smile appearing on my lips when he asks a pretty interesting question. "I can be whoever you want me to be," I say, turning to smile at him. "I can be a super smart scientist on vacation." I shrug, thinking, "Ooh, I could be your new wife, and you brought me here for our honeymoon and be all over each other," which would be fine by me. What happens here stays here, right? "Or I can be your stupid dumb blonde you try to impress to fuck tonight," I whisper with a fake superficial tone, looking at him. "Tell me, what do you have in mind?" I ask. I bet he was thinking about something if he asked me that, right?