Page 60 of Wicked Little Game
“Come on, please. You owe me, because I didn’t make a scene at the country club. There’s this cute little Italian restaurant not far from here.” I play with the chain around his neck, flipping his dog tags over in myhand.
“My father knows the owner. They have a special table in the back for him. That’s basically as if we’re eating in the living room, doesn’t even count as going out.”
“You won’t stop annoying me if I say no, am I right?”
“Mhm.” I smile up at him.
“This isn’t a date, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He breathes in deeply before he shoves me away. He shakes his head as he walks out of the room while I’m already busy rummaging through my drawers. I want to pick out a nice outfit for our not-a-date date.
In the end, I decide on jeans and a white shirt which is probably not the best idea since I plan on ordering pasta, but it’s too hot for another outfit change. On the way out, I grab my favorite pair of Louboutins, running right into Samuel as I come out of my room.
As I take a step back to properly look at him, I almost have to pick my jaw up from the floor.
He’s hot and built like a goddamn tank, that’s nothing new, but the way he looks in this white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, showing the countless tattoos on his muscular forearms, is bordering on illegal.
If he also wants to order pasta, we’re both going to look like toddlers.
The fabric stretches tight around his torso and I make a mental note to beg him to make one of those Hulk moves for me. I’d even buy him a few shirts, just so that I can watch him rip them apart.
As we walk past the big mirror in the hallway, I hear Richard's voice in the back of my head. “New boyfriend?”We sure look the part right now, involuntarily matching. Maybe I should also get a few tattoos so that we canreallymatch.
He insists on driving, again, and I’m not sure if his drivingskills got better or if I’m just used to his interesting driving style by now.
Whenever I look at him during the short drive, I have to physically keep myself from asking him to turn into an empty parking lot and fuck me right there in the backseat.
Somehow, we make it to the restaurant without me provoking an accident because I couldn't keep my hands to myself, even though we had to take a minor detour because Samuel turned left after I told him to turn right.
I’m pretty sure I said right.
As we walk towards the entrance, my good mood gets a punch to the gut. I know the hostess in front of the restaurant. She’s a friend of Sarah, Maddy, Madison, or something like that. She was at the club with Sarah, one of the girls who tried to calm her down in the bathroom.
Judging from the look on her face, she’s not happy to see me, but I still put a friendly smile on. I came here to have a nice evening with Samuel, and I won’t let any ridiculous drama come between me and my meatballs.
“Hi, Maddy right? What a surprise to see you here.” She smiles back at me, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Mine neither.
“Ruby.” She says my name as if it’s venomous. “Hi.”
“We’d like to eat something. Is the table in the back free?”
“No, sorry, we’re fully booked,” she replies, looking me up and down. “You should have made a reservation.”
My smile is unfaltering as I search my purse for my wallet, ready to bribe my way to my goddamn dinner if I need to.
“I forgot that you’re new here. Please ask Mr. Giordano, tell him Jay Barron sends his regards.”
Her smile falters as she rushes inside without another word, and this time it’s me who rubs over their temples.
“What was that?” Samuel asks from behind me, but I just dismiss him with a flick of my wrist.
I don’t want to explain the whole situation right now. I’m hungry and annoyed, not the best time for small talk. Apart from that, I don’t know where I should start explaining all of this. Do I start with the Sarah fiasco or do I go straight back to my childhood?
A few minutes pass until Maddy comes back. The smug grin on her face can’t mean anything good and the only thing that’s keeping me calm is the smell of freshly made truffle risotto that follows her out of the glass double doors.
“We’re full, sorry.”
