You Are What Dreams Are Made Of

Chapter 6: Dinner

Valentina 

"Are you free tonight?" Came through the phone, I remained silent, was he asking me to go to his apartment his naked body flashed through my mind, or the one I remembered.

"For dinner?" He added quickly, perceptive to the misunderstanding. 

"Where?" I asked, I was at a nearby gym walking on a treadmill. 

"Jean-Georges." He said, I rolled my eyes Jean-Georges is the fancy restaurant he's pictured at with a different woman every other week. He either likes the restaurant or I'm just to be one of the thousand.

"How about Osteria's instead?" I asked, not in the mood to be a headline tomorrow morning. 

"Sounds good I'll pick you up at seven then..." 

"Okay." I answered hanging up.

I turned up the treadmill to a jogging pace shacking my head from side to side frustrated by my weak will.

Why the fuck had I agreed to have dinner with him? I asked myself over and over again. 

I paused the treadmill it was five, I had been at the gym since one.

I steamed like a vegetable in the sauna for thirty minutes, before finally heading home.

Mom was still downstairs at the Coffee shop with a worker it seemed she was new and mom was teaching her how to prepare a drink.

The worker was a young teen girl, it seemed as if this was her first job as her hands trembled, and her face flushed with anxiety.

I said hello to mom through the window and climbed the stairs to the house.

I opened a big black suitcase, which I had brought from my apartment in New York to Philadelphia.

I swam through it until I came up with an Embroidered Crepe dress Valentino sent last month. 

I literally squalled when I saw it, it would be perfect for Osteria's. 

"You look breathtaking dear." Mom said a small tear forming in her eye. "Don't cry, or you'll make me cry." I said surrounding her for a hug. 

The bell rang sending a shiver down my spine.

Mom looked at her smartwatch, "it must be him." 

I nodded heading for the door. 

I unlocked the door, and there he was. I couldn't help but look him he wore a black business suit, a large coat over him. My eyes finished eating him, and landed on his own blue pairs whom where still trailing me over. 

A small pleased smile formed.

"You look... you look..." I rolled my eyes. 

I grabbed a bright pink blazer from the hanger and draped it over my shoulders. "We'll be leaving now mom!" I shouted into the house. "Okay dear take care!" 

We made our way down the stairs his hand over my back, making sure I wouldn't fall.

The stairs where covered with snow, and for some dumb reason I was wearing the tallest pumps I could find.

He opened the door to his black Maserati, and quickly got in himself.

"How are you?" He asked turning the heater all the way up, "I'm okay" I answered, "what did you do today?" I asked.

"Nothing much, I went golfing."

I nodded.

"Are you any good?"