Page 10 of The Sicuro

“I can’t imagine that we watch the same shows, so that’s out the window.I also can’t imagine that we have much in common.” She has a point, but I don’t want to sit and watch TV with her, I want to run my hands over every inch of her body and make her moan in pleasure as I take her as mine.

“Do you know what I like?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. She doesn’t, but no one other than Anders really knows anything about me. I am sure that today’s incident in the bar has made her imagination run wild.

“No.”

“You will.”

We pull up at the restaurant and I am happy that she has accepted that she doesn’t get in or out of the car without me opening the door, or that I prefer her taking my hand when I offer it. We walk towards the entrance, and I do a quick scan of the place whilst opening the door, I gesture to let her know to walk through. The host greets us with a smile. I inform her of our 8.30pm reservation and she reviews the computer in front of her.

“Arh Mr...” She cuts herself off before I can. “Gabriel” she finishes.

I called the owner when I made the booking, he knew my grandfather, he wasn’t a member of the bar just a friend. When I explained that I was taking a woman on a date and she doesn’t know who I am, well not yet anyway he understood and said that he would ensure that my surname wasn’t used throughout the evening. We are taken to our table which is tucked out of the way with no other tables close by, it’s intimate and inviting.

“Could I get you something to drink Sir?”

“We will have a bottle of the Edmond Vatan Sancerre.”

“Sir.” The server acknowledges my order and walks away to prepare the wine.

“Do I get to choose what I would like to drink?” Kelcie asks keeping her eyes locked on mine. I tell her it’s a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and that she will like it.

“I don’t have a menu.” She tries to keep her voice from shaking.

“You don’t need one, I will order for you.” I can see by her body language that she isn’t impressed with my response.

“No, you won’t. I would like a menu so that I can choose what I would like to eat.” She emphasised the word I each time. I smile and hand my menu to her.

The server returns with the wine and pours me a taste, I give an approving nod that it’s acceptable. She serves Kelcie and then me. After placing the bottle into the wine bucket, she asks for our order. I inform her that I will have the steak medium rare. She then looks over to Kelcie for her order. She looks up at her, but no words are spoken as if shock has slowly taken over her body.

“She will have the same, but no garlic butter.” The server nods and walks away.

“How do you know that I wouldn’t want garlic butter?” The curiosity present in her expression.

“I know pretty much everything about you.” Her brow furrows.

“You’ve been at The Sicuro for the last six months, you work most days. No boyfriend,you don’t go out clubbing like most 22-year-olds and prefer to stay home with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. You run occasionally, and the only place that you regularly visit is the gym.”

“What the fuck? Are you stalking me?”

“No. I am just careful about who I spend my time with.”

“So do I get to know anything about you?”

“What do you want to know?”

“What is it that you do?’ The inquisitiveness is back on her face.

“I run an assistant start-up company, helping businesses get off the ground.” It’s not a lie, it’s exactly what I do, alongside owning The Sicuro.

“Any family?”

“Not anymore.” Her eyebrows tighten and I can see the empathy in her eyes. The conversation doesn’t seem to want to flow, which I know is down to me and my short closed-off answers. I find us sitting in what I can see she feels is like long stretches of silence. I can’t take my eyes off her, the way the dress hugs every curve, the way her slightly erect nipples are noticeable. Fuck, I want them in my mouth.

“What do you want from me Gabriel?”

The way she says my name makes me want to hear her scream it. I want it to pass her lips in pleasure, in between moans, breathless and euphoric. The thought makes my dick twitch and the blood rush to it.

“You know what I want.”

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