Mija Priestess

Part 7

We pulled up outside one of the poshest eateries I had ever seen, let alone eaten in. We walked in, were seated and given menus. Our table was in the far corner and rather secluded. Almost romantic. "Damian, are you sure about this? I saw an Olive Garden round the corner." I could feel and hear the panic in my own voice, I don't think I would even be able to afford a tap water in here let alone anything else.

Damian smirked slightly. "Don't worry, my treat. You are doing me a favour by sorting my ring gear so let me help you prepare as I assure you that I am not the easiest person to work with and please. Although I think that if anyone is able to please me it'll be you."

I had never been more grateful for a dimly lit restaurant corner than I was right now as it meant that Damian couldn't see me blushing at all of the thoughts now filling my head from that one comment of his. "No, honestly you really don't have too. I wasn't saying it for that reason. I am just not used to eating anywhere as nice as this, that's all."

Damian scoffed. "1 - I won't hear of it, I am paying for you so have whatever you would like. 2 - I am trying to show you that men can treat you well just because they want too with no ulterior motive and 3 - get used to it more because this is where I like to take special friends and family when they deserve to be treated right. Understood Mija?" That dominant tone of his was back and sending shivers down my spine, yet again. I nodded almost taken aback by how direct yet caring he was being. "Good girl, now what would you like to drink and would you like a starter?"

"May I have a prosecco please? This all looks so good, I really don't know what to choose. Have you eaten here before? What would you suggest?"

"Of course you can have a Prosecco, I will just have the one glass with you due to driving so will ask them to bring a bottle and then you can help yourself. I have been here a few times with friends. Seafood tower is always good or shall we split a lobster and shrimp sharer?"

I couldn't help but feel a little unworthy, he was treating me so well and I was certainly not used to being wined and dined like a Queen. "That sounds fine to me and then may I just have a steak and salad for main."

"Soph, relax and stop asking for my permission. Honestly order whatever it is that you would like. Ignore the price and allow me to treat you how all women deserve." At this point Damian reached across and took my hand in his. "Look, this isn't a date. This is just 2 people enjoying each other's company. I appreciate how you opened up too me earlier and I can tell you aren't ready for anything yet so I am just here looking out for you as a friend."

I could feel tears starting to creep in and I sniffed them back. I couldn't fathom whether or not they were tears of appreciation or disappointment though. "Thank you Damian, I really mean it. You don't have to be as nice to me as you have been today though. I appreciate that this isn't a date so you don't need to worry about me thinking that. I know you wouldn't ever be interested in someone like me so you have no worries there."

"What do you mean by that?" Damian sounded as though I had really touched a nerve and he seemed almost angry with me. "From what I have seen today, heard from you today and heard from Rhea about you, you are an amazing strong woman who knows what she wants. You're resilient, intelligent and self less, what is there not to like about you. You say I would never be interested in you but why? All the woman I have been with over the years have never worked, maybe because I was looking for the wrong things in the wrong people." Damian's nostrils flared as he finished the sentence and looked deep into my eyes. His eyes seemed to darken when he was angry and it was a trait so far that had me weak at the knees.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just know that you seem to like slim athletic women who are always smiling. Why would you be interested in a behind the scenes, overweight, ugly depressive loner?" I felt confused, did that mean he did like me or not. What the hell was going on in his head?

"Look, let's just say I don't have a type. My persona has a type but me as a person away from the ring, I am not that guy and don't you ever talk about yourself in front of me like that again Mija. You are one of the prettiest women I have seen and met in a long time, inside and out. I don't want to sit here arguing with you, let's just enjoy a nice meal together and then we can go back to the hotel and discuss the designs over a drink in my room." I smiled as he continued almost nervously. "I am just saying my room because it has a little more space due to your sewing machine."

I agreed and we finished our meal with no more confrontations. The food was amazing and the company was even better. We drove back to the hotel and Damian went to his room while I went back to mine to change and grab my folder, tape measure and anything else I would need for work. I changed into black leggings and a loose band shirt, Ozzy Osbourne, one of my favourites. I made my way to room 423 and knocked.