The roar of a horse-powered engine shattered her daydream into a million tiny little pieces. With windows down, the sexy black car pulled up in front of her apartment with an eager Charles beckoning her to the passenger side. Amber almost fell as she set eyes on the lavishly expensive Lamborghini just waiting for her, and the attractive male behind the driver’s seat.
“Get in.” He motioned, clearly satisfied with the shocked reaction he got from her. “There is much to say.”
*
Amber shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a little intimidated by the setting around her. “We could’ve gone somewhere less…expensive.” She offered. “This is so fancy.”
“Relax,” he said, very in tune with her body language. “Don’t fret about it.” He assured her while hailing down one of the French waiters.
“Bonjour Monsieur,” he greeted with a pleasant smile. “What may I get you today, perhaps a bottle of wine pour la mademoiselle? I can recommend an excellent vin rouge.”
Charles nodded approvingly while watching Amber cast doubtful looks over the menu. Charles waited to see what Amber’s reactions to his suggestion and finally asked, “Do you drink, Ms…” Then his expression darkened. “You never did tell me your name. I find that to be quite unfair seeing as I told you mine,” he mused. There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
Amber blushed out of embarrassment, her face reflecting puzzlement. “Didn’t I…?”
He shook his head. Turning to the waiter, “What’s your best wine Monsieur?”
Amber cut in when she heard the question, “There’s no need…” She really didn’t want him to go through the trouble of paying a fortune on lunch.
Charles had already made up his mind and held up his hand to silence her. His commanding air was quite intimidating. There was something about him that made her seemingly comply to his wishes. “You, mademoiselle,” he proceeded on blending to the French classy atmosphere. “Do not get to talk until you tell me your name.” Then he smiled, turned to the waiter, and handed him two one hundred dollar bills. “Do what you can.” He requested.
“With pleasure Monsieur.” He greedily embraced the money and disappeared behind a set of double doors.
Charles now stared expectantly at Amber, putting his menu down on the cream tabletop. “You’re not one for talking, are you?” He questioningly observed.
She stared off in the distance for a second at the beautiful scene behind him. Glassy waters lay far and wide, its crystal depths only interrupted by the boats channeling in and out. Curtains of violet caressed the windows, letting in adequate amounts of sunshine. Those rays, in turn, hit the wine glasses adorning each table, and bounced off polished silverware. Each table was arranged meticulously in well thought out patterns. The settings complimented the restaurant’s classy atmosphere nearly to perfection.
She looked down at her own clothing. A pair of jeans and a somewhat dressy pink blouse was what she managed to throw on this morning. Thank goodness she liked glitter, because her shoes were somewhat stylish, with tiny sparkling bows.
After taking everything in, she looked up at him. “I’m Amber Baptiste.” She said, nervously wringing her pretty petite hands. “I’m not usually like this, but…I just have way too much on my mind right now. Please forgive me.” She paused, wondering if she should continue. “You seem like a really nice guy, Charles. If you had shown up another day, I probably would’ve received you quite differently.” Her eyes searched his for some kind of acceptance to her apology.
His countenance softened. “It’s quite alright. I’m not making accusations. I want you to be comfortable.” His voice was surprisingly sensual amidst his vast masculinity. “Perhaps we should start off with some further introductions.” He sat up straight in his chair, broad shoulders square with the rest of his body in a purely habitual stance.
Noticing her own slouching, she sat up straight as well. He was obviously ex-military, from his posture to the pressed long pants he wore. His body was well carved with muscle, as well. But the most noticeable characteristic was the illustrious Rolex watch around his large wrist, which gave away more than one hint about his character. The first was that he was loaded with money. However, the fact that he preferred military time to normal time betrayed his past quite evidently. Above all, she found herself completely spellbound by this man, experiencing twinges of attraction that couldn’t be ignored.