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Chapter 25: Dinner & Ditching

I had just finished the last class for the marketing program. We all received our certificates. Apparently, there was going to be a dinner tonight for all of us. I didn't really want to go, but Chuck insisted I come.

I walked out of the building and saw Damien waiting on his bike out front.

"Hey. How was your last day?" He asked while handing me the helmet. I had finally learned how to put it on without needing help.

"We got our certificates." I patted my backpack. "And there's this dinner tonight, but I'm not sure if I want to go."

"You should go. You deserve it after working hard these last few weeks."

I got onto the back of the bike. "I guess," I said hesitantly.

"I'll take you. And how about this? Just call me and I'll pick you up if you want to leave."

"Oh, no. I can't. I-"

Damien interrupted. "You're going and I'm taking you." He pulled onto the road before I could respond.

We parked in front of my apartment, and I got off. "Thank you."

"I'll be here at 7."

I groaned. "Fine."

Even though Damien had his helmet on, I still heard him laugh as he sped off.

***

At 6, I started getting ready. I showered, did minimal makeup, and left my hair in its natural waves. After browsing through my closet for five minutes, I settled on a simple black dress with small dots, three-fourth sleeves, and a bow in the front. I remembered wearing this for Thanksgiving last year.

At 7:05 I received a text from Damien that he was waiting outside. I locked my apartment and headed downstairs. When I stepped outside, my eyes naturally looked for his Harley, but then I realized his Audi was idling there. I walked forward and Damien stepped out of his car. He opened the passenger door. "Here you go, darling."

"Thank you." I blushed and quickly sat inside, so he wouldn't see. The man opened the driver's side door and sat down. "Where's your bike?"

"You miss my...what did you call it?" He paused for a second. "Death trap?" He smirked.

"No." I laughed and hit his arm.

Damien laughed. God. His laugh just lightens the whole air. 

"So, where are we heading?"

"Um. A restaurant called La Rosa?" I answered.

He nodded his head and pulled the car onto the road. We drove in silence for the first few minutes, but it wasn't like the awkward silence with Chuck. I felt comfortable around Damien.

Suddenly, the car in front of us abruptly stopped causing Damien to slam his foot on the brake. However, Damien had reached his right arm in front of me, stopping me from falling forward. The butterflies in my stomach started fluttering around at the feeling his action had left me. 

Damn.

"This idiot can't drive," Damien mumbled, while he was looking at his blind spots in the side mirrors.

While Damien was trying to change the lane, he slowly placed his right hand on my thigh and I looked at him, but he was too busy. I don't think he realized. The instant touch of his soft hands brought me back to the cloud 9 feeling. And the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering even more. The one thing I realized was that Damien's hand on my thigh felt nothing like Chuck's hand on my thigh, which had instantly made me uncomfortable. I didn't move Damien's hand but just looked out the window, trying to hide the smile that was trying to creep onto my face.