What it takes to be wanted

What it takes to be wanted - 9

The restaurant ended up being in the city.  Arriving at the restaurant we parked and entered.  The hostess was eying Tristan and Adrian as if they were her next bit of fun after work.  Ha as if!  Well Tristan might oblige but Adrian actually put his arm around my waist and slipped it down the back of my pants squeezing my ass making me bush and bite my tongue to stop myself from squealing at the sudden motion.  But it was better than him flirting with the hostess. 

"Matt over here," I heard a voice say.  Looking over I saw the same man from before that Adrian was fighting with.  Adrian took his hand in mine and led me over there pulling out the chair for me and then sitting next to me.  Tristan sat across from us.

"Scott, this is Libby," he said introducing us. 

Shaking his hand in mine I told him, “Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure," he responded smiling at me warmly.  He had a fatherly feel to him that I did not see the last time when he was fighting with Adrian  

"Adrian, I would love to hear more about Libby and how you two met.  I want to know how one person could change your works so drastically."

He was looking me over, judging me. I was getting a bit more uncomfortable, as if I were not already.  Adrian must have sensed my discomfort and placed his hand on my knee.  I smiled a little at him and relaxed a bit.

He laughed a bit, a very soothing sound I could listen to very relaxing.  "Um we actually met at a Starbucks, hard to ever believe that my addiction to coffee and sweets would pay off."

"You snatched the drink out of my hands!" I scolded him lightly.

"Well I wanted to make sure you looked at me.  I saw your hair from afar and I needed to see your face.  Once I did I was able to draw inspiration from you into my paintings."  He looked at me smiling and eyes shining making me feel like I was the only important thing to him.    He wrapped his arm around my chair and I grabbed his hand and started to play with his fingers. 

"Well you must be doing something right then," Scott told Adrian smiling.  "I mean your works have improved so much.  But then again you always had gifted hands."

Tristan laughed.  "I bet they're not the only thing they are gifted at," muttering under his breath, but we still heard him. 

My face turned red, maybe even more so than my hair.  I looked down and sneaked a glance at Adrian.  A bit of red was on his face too.  Looking back at me, his eyes roamed all over my face.  Mine doing the same.  He was just too gorgeous for me and he should be the model instead of me. 

"I will never get why Matt here kept you around," Scott said glaring at Tristan.

"Because I am good at what I do," he replied arrogantly.  Scott was about to reply when the waitress came over to take our order. 

"Hi," she greeted us flipping her hair, bleach blonde might I add as well.  Her "uniform" was about two sizes too small for her and was screaming desperate whore.  "I'm Trina, could I get your orders from you all?" She asked placing her hand on Adrian's shoulder along with eyeing Tristan as well.  Jeez way to make it obvious you whore.

"Um yeah," Adrian replied kind of awkwardly moving away from her grasp.  "We are all just going to split a Caesar salad and each of us will get chicken dimpling soup, oh except for him who will get minestrone," he said pointing at Tristan like he was some type of freak, which in a way was true. 

"Is that all you want?" she asked leaning over closer to Adrian.  I swear her boobs were going to pop out at any second.  Tristan was intrigued moving his head forward.  Adrian did the opposite, coming closer to me.  I was grateful that he at least wasn't falling for her gracefulness.