Love, Lies & Immortal Ties - Whitby Shadows Series Book 1

Chapter Eighteen

Amazing couldn't describe the restaurant. The parking lot teemed with expensive cars. I spotted a couple of Porsches, a brand-new Audi, and even a bright red Ferrari. I felt incredibly nervous about the type of people who would be inside. They belonged in a whole different world to me and I knew I would stand out like a sore thumb.

"Don't be nervous," Marcus said, brushing a hand over mine. "It's not as scary as you think."

"You're used to it," I said, giggling. "This isn't my normal scene."

"It is now."

He got out of the car and opened my door, a habit I could gladly become accustomed to. Fresh sea air breezed across my skin and I took a deep breath of the invigorating coolness. The restaurant stood proud on the cliff edge, its chic black and white theme classy but modern.

Marcus took my hand as he led us towards the entrance. The lighting inside had been set low and warm, the perfect ambience for romance. The tables were dark wood with matching chairs, everything gleaming from the cutlery to the waiter's shoes.

Opening the door for me, Marcus gestured for me to step inside. My heart pounding, I waited for everyone to point and stare at the obvious outsider, but no one did. Marcus headed straight for the tall brunette who appeared to be the maître d. Stood behind a dark wooden stand with a large open book on it, she flashed Marcus a dazzling smile and asked for the reservation name.

"Davenport," he said.

Something flickered in her eyes and she seemed to jump into urgency mode. "Of course." She looked around and caught the eye of a young Latino waiter. Clicking her fingers, she said, "Phillipe, now."

Phillipe hurried over to us and promptly showed us to our table, a private window setting, giving a glorious view of the sea outside. Marcus held my chair out for me, gently pushing me in as I took my seat. Hungry, I eagerly took the menu from the waiter and scanned through the huge list as quickly as I could.

I'd barely gotten through half of the appetisers before a silky female voice said, "Marcus?"

I looked up and almost choked on my own breath. A woman I can only describe as some sort of supermodel, strode towards us from a few tables over. Long blonde hair fell to her tiny waist in perfectly straight streams of sunshine. Bright blue eyes glittered like two gems and her bronzed skin gleamed under the low lighting. Her gold dress clung to her slim figure like a second skin, even hugging her ankles.

"Selina?" Marcus said, turning in his seat. He stood up and held his arms out. "You look fantastic."

Selina embraced him fully, running her hands up and down his back with her eyes closed in pleasure. In that one second, jealousy sparked inside me instantly.

Marcus stepped back and held her at arm's length. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for work," she said, giving him a sly wink. "Why are you here?" Her eyes fell to the table and then scanned over me. "Oh, I see."

I raised my eyebrows and chewed on my tongue to stop myself from saying something I really shouldn't in a place like this. If I would ever master the filter on my mouth, now would be the time.

"Selina, this is Caitlyn. Caitlyn, this is Selina," Marcus said, introducing us.

I smiled at her, trying my best to quash the ugly green monster rising inside me. Selina flashed me a cool smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. She didn't like me, that radiated from her in waves.

"Hi," she said coolly.

"Nice to meet you," I replied, standing up and offering her my hand.

She stepped forwards and grasped my hand, her long slender fingers curling around my hand with such grace. Her nails were perfectly manicured, just as I expected. As our skin touched, a sharp sting of static electricity shot between us, jumping us apart instantly.