Beautiful Demon [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

~ Jessica POV ~

"Welcome to 'La Cuisine' Mr.Dexter. Your table is ready, if you would like to follow me please." said a middle aged man who was wearing a tuxedo... Figured it was the manager of this place.

Speaking of the place, it was really pretty. Big chandeliers everywhere, mini orchestra playing jazz music. It was really nice.

"This is your table for the night Mr.Dexter. the usual one as always." Said the man, who didn't look older than the age of 45. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I wonder how many times this poor man had to serve this jerk and his 'dates'.

"Thank you Jean-Claude. My date and I wouldn't like to be disturbed for the rest of the night. Gladly inform that to the person who will be responsible for our table this evening." HE said with authority as I felt him gripping my waist tighter. I glanced and saw him looking evily at the poor man.

Chillax dude it's not like I'll run off at this point.

"Jessica, please take a seat." I was so cought up still looking and thinking to myself that I hadn't realized that he was no longer close to me but he was waiting for me to sit down so that he sits down himself.

Finally sitting down on my seat, he took the only seat left that was placed in front of me. Damn this was bad... I don't know how I'll handle talking to him about anything while he looks so hot.

"Good evening Sir and Ma'am. My name is Paul and I will be your server for tonight. These are the menus but the chef prepared something specially for you and your date Mr. Dexter."

"Tell the chef we would gladly take whatever he has prepared for us. Is that okay with you Jessica?"

He was actually asking for my opinion?
"Oh yes, of course." I said with a small smile.

He took back the menus and added: "Great I will let your order in. What would you like to drink?" asked Paul looking at me.

"Just water please" I answered him with a genuine smile.
"Me too. Now go do your job because I'm sure they don't pay you here to stare at people's dates."

Oh my god has he gone crazy?

"O..of course not sir... I... I wwwill be back with your order soon." and he turned and ran off quickly.

"You like the place?" Seriously?! This guys is really not normal.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered-yelled.
"What do you mean?" He asked as one of his eyebrows went up.
"You know exactly what I mean. The poor waitor was just doing his job."
"No he wasn't he was starring at you and has been since the moment we entered the restaurant."

Sighing I just decided to let it go because clearly he wanted to have a serious conversation and I wanted to save my energy for that because I'm sure he was going to worn me out by the end of the night.

"Mr. Dexter would you please tell me now why you took me out for dinner."

I saw his jaw clenching.
"I've told you already, call me Daniel. We aren't business partners or future business associates."

"How so? May I remind you that today I was assigned as your personal designer which I totally know and sure that you made this on purpose."

He smirked...
"You are right, I did plan and wanted you to work for me."

Work for him?
"But why? Because I am 100% sure that you don't need a freaking stylist to tell you, especially you, how and what to wear." I was going to explode by now. I was pretty sure I was already all red trying to control my voice and temper.

He put his right hand on the table as his finger tapped on it and looked at me with some kind of emotion?

"Why you say? Because Jessica you confuse me."

What?!

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