“It’s not fine Catherine, I don’t know how this happened but if I don’t go and sort this out then we could lose this client…”
“Alex I understand, you’ve worked so hard on this project.” I said trying once again to be the good girlfriend and not throwing the hissy fit of all hissy fits.
“Yes and it just feels as though in these last few days that someone is working against me. These orders have been coming from the top, from my boss’ bosses, which never happens. But I promise you Catherine, that when we leave tomorrow I will make it up to you.” I smiled at his sincere promise and said,
“I look forward to it.” He gave me a half smile back before leaning down to kiss me on my cheek.
“You are too good to me.” He whispered softly before pulling back.
“Why don’t you enjoy the meal before Frank picks you up.” I tensed hearing this thinking Frank was the last person I wanted coming all this way to pick me up.
“You can’t take me home?” I said feeling the whine in my voice. He at least had the decency to look sheepish.
“I wish I could ma chérie, but I am so close to my office, it would mean taking that time away from sorting out this mess in time to travel tomorrow.” I lowered my head in acceptance making him groan.
“I am sorry, you make me feel so guilty.” I wanted to frown at that. It wasn’t my fault he asked me to get all dressed up and brought me all the way out here only to only be dumped without a ride home.
“It’s fine, I will call Frank.” On hearing this he looked happier and after giving me a quick kiss goodbye he was off and I was surprised I didn’t see him running for the damn exit. I let out a sigh and felt like banging my head on the table. People were starting to look at me and I suppressed the urge to stick my tongue out at them and say ‘What, have you never seen a girl stood up before?!’ But instead I grabbed my glass of water and downed the lot wishing it was a lot stronger and burned on its way down.
I tried to think what I should do now and how embarrassing either choice would be. Do I sit here and eat a meal I wasn’t interested in eating alone or do I ask for the bill and leave? And that’s another thing, what would I end up paying for this fancy meal? I wasn’t sure I groaned out loud until it was confirmed from a voice behind me, making me only groan again,
“That’s not a happy Keira sound.”
“This can’t be happening.” I could actually hear him smile and then I felt it for myself when he leant down and kissed my cheek.
“Keira.” He said my name in that seductive drizzle that he coated his words with when he wanted me to know exactly what he was thinking. It made me shudder and I felt his smile widen on my cheek before pulling away. Then my heart fluttered a wild and unruly beat as he took the seat that was meant to be filled by my boyfriend.
I took a deep breath and said his name, no doubt taking him by surprise by the one I chose…
“Dominic.”
Chapter 14
A Date to Remember
I could not believe Draven was here right now! For starters, how did he know I was going to be at this restaurant? Which was precisely what I asked him…well, in a roundabout way of course.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to stare… or drool… or beg! I mean come on! It was so not fair for him to be here right now, looking that damn good he could melt my knickers off with one head nod!
He wore a pair of charcoal shaded jeans that look sculptured to his strong thighs and a crisp white shirt under a dark navy suit jacket. He also had the top two buttons undone allowing me to fantasize about kissing my way up that golden skin of his, which looked even more delicious against the white of his shirt. And then there was the dark stubble that made me want to rub against him like a damn cat! See, totally not fair!
He just raised one eyebrow at my question asking me a silent ‘isn’t it obvious?’ with just one look. However, I didn’t want to assume anything so carried on questioning him.
“Are you here with someone?”
“I am now.” He replied smoothly, giving me a bad boy smirk.
“Draven I don’t think…” I was cut off when Draven raised his hand to get the waiter’s attention. The man actually left another person’s table to come rushing over. Did everyone in this state know the importance of the Dravens?! I almost expected the flustered waiter to bow when he got to our table…oh wait, not ours, more like mine!
“You can take that away now, the lady doesn’t like oysters.” Draven said motioning to my plate.
“And can you have a more private table set up for us.” It wasn’t said as a question but more like a politely given order. The waiter nodded profusely, saying,