You are not my type!

Chapter 4

A bunch of canailles.

A brand new exquisite dress.

A designer pair of heels.       

Three amazing gifts from Jason and our night together have yet to begin. I can’t wait for the events of tonight to play out; Jason and I are in his red Mustang on our way “somewhere” as Jason so kindly elaborated.

The atmosphere around us tingling with an almost tangible excitement that you could bottom up. Jason seemed to be a bit stiff on close inspection but otherwise calm and collective as always, and not forgetting down right sexy in his suit.

I find it rather intriguing to watch him fit effortlessly in the driver’s seat as though it were customised to fit his body, with one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other laying softly on the gears until the moment his muscles flex expertly inducing an increase in power that invokes the beast of a car to increase speed by merely shifting gears.

Mesmerizing.

Snapping out of my daze I can’t help but wonder where we going, the voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering that something about this date is different, something big is going to happen.

With these thoughts filling my conscious, my body relentlessly gives away my giddiness with the constant shifting in my seat and the unstoppable urge to fiddle with things, as though I have ants in my pants like my brothers would always say.

You might as well have a neon sign above my head, for crying out loud!

Trying feebly to contain my giddiness, I decide to strike up a conversation to invade our comfortable silence.

“So Babe how was work?” I ask as the concerned girlfriend I am.

“Insanely busy! I’m deciding to purchase a few new companies to expand my reach in all the industries so I have about ten folder on my desk full  of reports and stats on the various companies which is supposed to help me decide which one would be the best option. But all they do is give me a headache wishing I was with you instead” he answered tiredly, as though just talking about it makes him tired.

You see Jason O’Connor is an heir to one of the city’s richest moguls, so when he turned twenty one his father handed down a couple of his business to him. Not just to run but also to own and do as he pleases. Right now Jason owns five companies but that seems to be increasing now so he tends to have a lot on his plate.

“Don’t worry though, Baby, I won’t be need for the rest of our date since I called in a few favours that has me off the hook for a while. So I am all yours tonight and then some” he said glancing at me quickly with a genuine smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“That is good to hear, considering I have a nice little surprise for you later” I said as I casually looked out the window, the blurring of streetlights and building filled my vision as we drove past. The city alive with people milling around on nightly ventures.

Not soon after that the car came to a gradual halt and then the beast of a car switched off completely. Jason came around to my side opening up my door for me and extending his hand like a refined gentleman.

“Welcome to Le’Cuisine the city’s finest restaurant with a waiting list a mile long” Jason said smirking at me as he handed his keys to the valet.

“Seriously” I gasped surprised that restaurants have waiting lists but more so by the fact that I’m going on a date to one of these restaurants.

The entrance of the restaurant had a red carpet leading to the main doors of the place with the hostess behind a little podium set up with a screen and phone.