50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter 6ix

    Those words caused a shiver to run down her spine. He smoothly changed the subject. He asked about her schooling, asked which college she attended. He asked her what intrigued her about the field of journalism. She told him about her interest in other cultures, her desire to travel the world. He confessed that one of his favorite aspects of his former life as a music artist was traveling.

    "I work behind the scenes now and I still do quite a bit of traveling – just not as much as I used to," he told her.

    For how intimidating he was, he was surprisingly easy to speak to. Or maybe it's easier to talk to someone once you know they find you attractive and sexy, she thought to herself as she watched him eat the final bites of food on his plate. It was difficult for her to believe that a public figure of his caliber would find her interesting. She found him unbelievably attractive, and the more she talked to him the bigger of a mystery he became to her.

    As a rapper, he'd seemed extremely outgoing and extroverted, but sitting before her, he was reserved. He watched her a lot and was very observant. He would lapse into silence and just sit, looking at her. It made her uncomfortable at times, which seemed to amuse him. He was a tough person to read.

    She glanced at the slender watch on her wrist. Her break was nearly over.

    "Is our time almost up?" he asked her with an arched brow.

    She nodded.

    "Do you have plans tonight?"

    She shook her head.

    "What time do you get off of work?"

    "Seven o' clock."

    He looked at digital clock on his cell phone display. "That's perfect, actually. I will pick you up from work."

    Is this really happening? she wondered. Is he really asking me out? She had to be dreaming. She'd already had one dream about him. Images from that dream played behind her eyes. In that dream, she'd sat on the counter just thirty feet away from where they were sitting right now. He'd stood between her thighs and...

    "What are you thinking about right now?" he asked her.

    She snapped out of her reverie, alarmed. "Nothing," she replied quickly, running a nervous hand through her hair. She stood from the table a little too quickly, and stumbled in the process.

    He reached out and grabbed her wrist to help steady her. "Are you all right?"

    She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she assured. "I do have to get back to work, though."

    "Seven o' clock?"

    "I'll be ready."

    She returned to the counter, where Carlos gave her a knowing look.

    "Mmmhm," was all he said.

    Aubrey threw away the remnants of his meal and just as he had the first day she'd met him, wiped his hands with a moist towelette. He smiled at her before leaving. A smile as bright and charming as his could cure cancer, solve world hunger and global warming issues.

    Carlos's voice behind her prevented her from melting into a puddle on the floor. "Well?"

    "He's picking me up at seven," she said dazedly.

    Carlos squealed and gave her a high-five. "Oh my God, oh my God!"

    "I know," she said, shaking her head. "He could have anyone he wants. Look at me. I mean... seriously, look at me." She stepped back and stretched out her arms.