Gangster

Chapter 11- Part 2

Alison's POV

The restaurant which Jamie had chosen to take me was a charming seafood restaurant which apparently had good reviews. The minute we entered, the smell of seafood and champagne took over my senses. Hmm. I liked the scene before me. The place was buzzing with activity but not in a loud or obnoxious way. It was friendly and warm.

I watched as Jamie spoke to the maître-d and he led us to a table in the back of the restaurant in a cosy corner. I spotted a bartender mixing cocktails and I had an instant desire for a martini.

No, don't get pissed Alison.

"What do you think?" Jamie smiled at me.

"It's amazing," I breathe, reading the items in the menu.

Was it actually possible to have so many cocktails? I'd never seen such colorful drinks before.

"Are you ready to place your order?" We both looked up to see a waiter giving us a friendly smile.

"We'd like to start off with drinks. I'd like a mojito," said Jamie and then glanced at me.

"Oh, I'll have a martini, thanks."

Jamie gave me an amused glance. "I hope we don't plan on getting too drunk tonight?"

I laughed lightly. "Not really. Martini is love, martini is life." I made a peace sign and Jamie chuckled.

"You're really cute," he said reaching out for my hand. I felt a warmth on my cheeks.

"You too," I said with a smile.

About an hour later I was buzzing all over. I'd had a couple of drinks. The food was very very delicious and Jamie and I hardly spoke while we gobbled up our main courses. Now we were sitting slightly closer to each other, hands intertwined. I was on my fourth martini (unbelievable I know) and Jamie was stroking my bare knee while talking about how crazy the younger generation were.

"I mean, it's crazy. My niece, she's 7 and has an iPhone," Jamie tutted in disapproval. "When we were seven, we used to play outside and have fun."

"Totally," I said, my voice slightly slurred. To be honest, I did want to talk about current issues with Jamie but he was looking so handsome that I didn't want to do anything but kiss him.

Jamie noticed me staring at him and he gave a me a heart stopping smile.

"Shall we leave?" He asked. "You're looking a little tired."

So when I wanted to kiss someone, I looked tired. How fantastic.

But I was tired anyway so I agreed without saying anything. After paying the bill and dishing out a few compliments to the waiter on how great the food was, Jamie kept one hand on my back and led me out of the restaurant. When we walked to the car park I took in the beautiful night scene. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" I said to Jamie, moving slightly closer to him.

"Most beautiful," replied Jamie softly but he was looking straight at me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and squeezed his hand.

We were silent as we walked to the car. As we sat, Jamie slipped a CD in the player and he turned up the volume. The familiar sound of Deep Purple filled the car and I turned to him in surprise.

"You like Deep Purple?"

Jamie stared at me. "Of course I do," he said. "My favorite."

"There you go," I said in satisfaction. "Another thing in common."

Jamie laughed and started the car. As we drove back, we were singing the songs at the top of our voices and I didn't remember a time when I'd felt this happy.
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It was almost midnight when we reached my apartment. I was teetering slightly on my heels thanks to the number of Martinis I'd consumed.
Jamie held my hand as we went up the lift and I wished I could invite him into my apartment. But obviously not while Ava and Jenny were there.
Damn it.
We reached my apartment and were silent for a minute, as if comprehending each other's thoughts. Hoping that the other one had fun. Hoping that the other one reciprocated the feelings.
Well I definitely had fun. And I really liked him.
"So...tonight was really great," said Jamie. "I had a lot of fun."
Well, there you have it, Alison.
"Me too," I said lightly. "We should do it again."
"Definitely," agreed Jamie. His eyes had drifted down to my lips and I felt a little jump in my stomach.
"Can..can I kiss you?" He asked nervously and I stifled a laugh. How shy could he get?
"I'm surprised you're asking." With this, I put my palms on his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. Jamie's hands rested on my waist and as first kisses went, this one was perfect.
There was only one problem. Harry's face popped into my mind as Jamie kissed me.
And he was a hell of a better kisser than Jamie ever would be.
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