A CEO's Heart Bargain

CHAPTER 16

You could hear the place buzzing with chatter and cutlery clinking. The cozy lights set a chill mood, and the mouthwatering smell of awesome food hit them. But, heads turned when they found a spot away from the crowd.

Atticus, being the charismatic and handsome figure that he was, didn't go unnoticed. The restaurant's patrons, especially the women, couldn't help but cast appreciative glances towards him. The subtle whispers and exchanged glances formed an unspoken acknowledgment of Atticus's undeniable allure.

Felicity, however, couldn't ignore the more overt reactions from some women in the restaurant. Their unabashed stares and, in some cases, even open admiration began to grate on her nerves. Atticus, seemingly accustomed to such attention, maintained his composure, though he couldn't have been oblivious to the effect he had on those around him.

As they reached their table, Felicity couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. She seated herself gracefully, glancing around the restaurant to observe the lingering gazes. Atticus, taking his place across from her, acknowledged the unspoken tension with a subtle raise of his eyebrow.

"Looks like you have quite the fan club," Felicity remarked, a wry smile playing on her lips as she attempted to brush off the irritation.

Atticus, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, replied, "You jealous?"

"No, of course not," She rolled her eyes that makes Atticus chuckle.

Felicity just couldn't shake off that lingering discomfort. The stares and sly moves from the other diners, especially the ladies, added this weird tension that was totally overshadowing the whole evening. It was like an awkward cloud hanging over everything.

The waiter, clad in a uniform, approached Felicity and Atticus with a polished smile. The subdued hum of the restaurant formed a backdrop to their conversation as they shifted their attention to the menu.

"Good evening, Ma'am, Sir. May I take your orders?" the waiter inquired with a blend of professionalism and courtesy.

Atticus, familiar with the restaurant, offered a gracious nod. "Certainly. We'll start with the bruschetta for appetizers, and for the main course, I'll have the grilled salmon."

Felicity, scanning the menu, made her selections. "I'll have the Caesar salad to start, and pasta primavera, please."

The waiter noted down their orders with precision, and as he concluded, he gracefully withdrew, leaving them.

Minutes pass, the delectable aroma of the freshly served dishes wafted through the air as the waiter placed the appetizers and main courses before Felicity and Atticus. The bruschetta and Caesar salad shimmered with vibrant colors, and the grilled salmon and pasta primavera boasted a visual feast that mirrored the elegance of the restaurant.

Felicity and Atticus, with a shared appreciation for the culinary delights before them, began to savor the carefully crafted flavors. The clinking of cutlery and occasional murmurs from other diners added a symphonic touch to their dining experience.

Atticus, with a thoughtful expression, broached the topic of his upcoming business trip.

"Felicity," Atticus began, his eyes meeting hers, "there's an upcoming business engagement that requires my presence in another country. It's a crucial venture for the company, and I must attend to it personally." Atticus, with a thoughtful expression, broached the topic of his upcoming business trip.

Felicity, sensing the weight of Atticus's responsibilities, nodded understandingly. "Where is the trip taking you?"

Atticus, leaning back slightly, explained, "I'll be traveling to Paris for a series of meetings and negotiations. I was thinking that once the business matters are concluded, we could have a vacation there to relax and somehow work with our child. I suggest you join me."

Felicity, though momentarily taken aback by the sudden news, maintained her composed demeanor. "Paris sounds intriguing, and I understand the importance of the trip. I believe that it really take weeks"

Felicity's mind started to race with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As someone who had preserved her virginity, the idea of a potential romantic entanglement left her feeling vulnerable and unsure.

In the quiet moments of eating and self-reflection, Felicity acknowledged a truth she hadn't fully embraced before, she hadn't really been around the block when it comes to intimacy. Getting close, sharing desires that was all kinda unfamiliar territory for her. The idea of diving into this new stuff made her a bit nervous but also pretty curious.

Her mind involuntarily traced back to moments in Atticus's study, where the air was thick with desire and boundaries seemed to blur. Vivid memories of intimate encounters replayed in her thoughts, particularly the one where Atticus, with a commanding yet tender touch, explored the depths of her desires.

A flush of warmth crept up Felicity's cheeks as she recalled the sensations, the subtle gasps that echoed in the study's quietude. Atticus's skilled touch, the intimate caresses that had left an indelible imprint on her consciousness, were memories she found both thrilling and disconcerting.

The dichotomy of her emotions puzzled her. Why did the idea of intimacy with Atticus both excite and unnerve her? The mansion, with its luxurious trappings, seemed to magnify the intensity of her feelings, each corner holding the echoes of their clandestine encounters.

As Felicity pondered the complexities of desire, she couldn't deny the allure of exploring this mystery territory with Atticus. The nervous fluttering in her stomach, the heightened awareness of every fleeting touch, hinted at a journey that extended beyond their planned discussions.

Yet, the memories of their intimate moments, particularly the study room encounter where Atticus's fervent exploration left her breathless, were a vivid reminder of the uncharted passions that simmered beneath the surface.

oh god... She gasp in her my mind.