Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(12)

*Angelina's POV*

For some odd reason, I am way too timid for a twenty-five year old. I mean, I was confident a minute ago. Now, it's like my brain finally processed my situation and I am a nervous wreck.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. CEO is not pushing anything. He hasn't done nothing during the dinner to says he wants more or anything. His hands are to himself and if I didn't know better, I would think he's enjoying himself. Totally different from how I pictured him to be. I mean, he's filthy rich, handsome and has what Chloe calls the "panty wetting" smile. I might not be good at Maths, but that all adds up to notorious playboy to me. Probably a private one since there isn't really any pictures of him with other women. The few pictures he is in with women are the ones with relatives. So yeah, definitely private.

And I hope that's what this is between us.

But as I said before, I am a nervous wreck. And I definitely do not want to have a meltdown or something. That's kind of weird since I am an international symphonist and all. I am use to thousands of people's eyes trained on me and let's not forget the millions that watch me on the television or online. Boy, the things a hot guy can do to you.

A fűcking Adonis at that!

I take in the fresh night year as the waitress comes forward and takes away our plates.

"Dessert is next," the waitress says to us and Mr. Steele and I both nod. She then leaves.

"Um... I am going to use the ladies' room," I say to him as I stood up from my chair. "I'll be right back."

He raises his eyebrows at me, his hand gripping his chin in that all concentrated way of his. I feel a blush creeping up on my cheeks and I duck my head. Why can't I move away from here?

"Do you know where the ladies' room is?" He inquires, that confidence of his was peaking and I would be lying if that wasn't a major turn on. I purse my lips, realizing I don't know where the bathroom is actually located. But how can it be to find anyways? He takes my silence as his answer and raises his hand to beckon the waitress towards us.

She sways over to him, her smile dazzling as she looks at him and I try not to roll my eyes. She catches my eye for a minute and glares before turning her attention to Mr. CEO. I am totally blaming Chloe for that nickname. Although I must admit, it really does suit him. More than his actual name in my opinion.

"How may I help you, sir?" The waitress asks, her blouse exposing a little too much cleavage as she bents slightly to become eye level with him. That which is totally unnecessary.

"I want you to escort my date here to the bathroom and back," her beaming smile goes down a notch and she turns toward me with blatant hatred in her eyes. I feel my eye twitch in annoyance, but I put on the best fake smile I can muster.

"No, that's fine," I wave them off and stand up out of my chair. The chair makes no sound, but I still feel my teeth grinding unpleasantly. I really am getting irritated now. "I'm sure I will find my way."

But my words seem to fall on deaf ears as the woman straightens and proceeds to escort me. I shoot Alexander an irritated look and he just smirks.
With a huff, I follow the waitress who thankfully doesn't speaks.

It's a good thing that Alexander asked her to lead me to the bathroom. If it wasn't for that, I don't think I would be finding the bathroom anytime soon. The place is tastefully decorated, but is a complete maze. I mean, there is nothing that makes that hall different from that one. They're all the same.

She led me through red darken hallways and I suddenly wondered if she was leading me to my death instead of the bathroom. But by the time I decided she was definitely going to kill me, we arrive at an entire floor of bathrooms.