Saved By The One & Only

Business of yours

Amy's POV:

The food arrives to our table by the time that I finish telling him the story, except neither of us begins to eat.

I'm waiting on his reaction, except his face reads nothing....

I can't help but wonder if now he truly does think differently of me, of my character and who I am.

If he wasn't so handsome looking, seriously, it should be illegal how hot he looks.

I take this moment to break our eye contact and take a look around to notice most if not all of the women who were siting at their tables were staring intensely at him while whispering certain things to their friends.

My eyes trail back to him, to find him still staring at me.

"He should've been put in prison a long time ago Amelia." He says to me with a cold tone that I don't recognize.

"I know." I respond in a low tone hoping that he didn't hear me while looking down at the food and suddenly I feel like not eating anymore.

"Eat." He commanded me and instinctively like a robot following commands I picked up my fork and began to eat.

What is wrong with me? Is all I could think

"When we're done here we're heading to the station." He finishes his sentence off with the intention of letting me know this day is far from over.

***
The rest of the time flew by seamlessly, he was filling me in on what I needed to do once I arrived at the station.

Shortly after the waiter took our plates I started to dig through my purse to pull out my wallet.

"What are you doing?" He questions me clearly confused.

I look up from my purse shocked as to how he's not understanding that I'm pulling out my card to pay.

"I'm getting my card so that I can pay." I respond to him with calmness.

He starts to smirk just as he adjusts his tie and stands up from his chair.

"Please Amelia. Put your card away. I own this restaurant." He finishes off with an astonished look on his face seeming as though he wasn't expecting me to attempt to pay for the meal.

Confused as to how this man owns so many properties. I have no time to register that he's in front me within a flash grabbing my chair and helping me out of it.

"When you're with me, you don't ever have to worry about anything." He says as he's behind me with his lips close to my left ear.

I almost lose my balance at the almost sensual touch that I experienced from him.

He places a hand at the small of my back and a fire ignites within me as a response to him touching me. His hand being placed at the small of my back, despite the clothes providing a barrier between his skin and mine, I can almost feel his hand. The sensation is almost like it's searing through my clothes.

He helps me adjust my balance before saying something else.

"However, your sentiment doesn't go unnoticed." He finishes off as he motions for me to walk in front of him.

"It's not a sentiment. I'm not your girlfriend or anything to you that you have to pay for me when we are together. I don't think it's fair to you." I say to him while trying to privately gather my scattered feelings that are all sprawled on the floor after this heated and sensual interaction between us.

He chuckled as he was suddenly walking next to me while placing his hand once more at the small of my back, which made my body hum, while he walked me towards the exit of the restaurant.