Bad Intentions

{16} Intimate

^Above is both Cassie and Scott's outfit^
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My dad once said that the first time you fall in love,
it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try,
that feeling just never goes away.
-Nicholas Spark
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"I'M taking you out," Scott said on the phone. "I'll pick you at 8. Dress up sexy for me babe."

Cassie didn't tell her friends, she didn't want them to know about it until she was sure with everything. After the event yesterday, she wanted to be sure with Scott. Therefore, at 7pm, she chose a red tube dress with thin straps and black heels. The dress emphasized her curves so perfectly, her body was enticing and she knew Scott would love it. Her long brown her was down and she wasn't too heavy on the makeup.

Getting ready took an hour exactly because at 8, the bell rang and Cassie tucked all her essentials into her black clutch and gracefully walked down the stairs. Her foster dad, who had just left his office, stopped mid-way and watched Cassie in awe.

"Cassie, you look gorgeous. Going out?" He asked as she neared him. She kissed him on the cheek and gave one of her rare smiles, catching him by surprise.

"If you don't mind."

"Of course not. What matters to me is that you are out there again instead of being holed up and depressed. It's good to see you smiling, sweetheart. I'll see you later, I have to make."

Cassie watched George walk away before opening the front door. Scott stood there with his cocky smirk on and wearing a black suit, no tie and the top buttons of his shirt open. He looked gorgeous, ravishing, beautiful.

Scott couldn't help but stare wondrously at the Beauty. Every curve, every inch of her was perfect. The fitted red dress fit her perfectly and he knew was going to have trouble keeping his hands off her tonight. She smirked when she saw him gazing at her like a love sick fool.

"Why do you look sexy all the fucking time?" He growled as he pulled her into a kiss.

Cassie pulled away, gripping onto his shoulder. "You don't look too bad. So where are we heading to?"

He smirked. "Let's go then we'll see."

Scoffing, she walked ahead of him, swaying her hips. Scott couldn't help but gaze at that perfectly sculptured ass. He groaned lustfully and followed after her, knowing that tonight was going to be incredibly difficult.

Tonight, he'd taken her to a restaurant in the heart of the city. Her eyes wandered around the business with fascination and awe. The theme was extravagant and interesting, enticing and alluring. The dark colours: red and black, stood out amidst the florescent light from the chandelier that hung over some tables.

The table they had reserved was near the back, secluded from everyone else. A candle was in the middle of the table and their food was already set, hot and steaming with flavour.

"Holy-" Cassandra began. "Where are we?"

Scott smirked and unfolded the napkin, placing it on his lap. "A restaurant."

She sent him a deadpan look. "I know that, dumbass. I mean as in, who's place is this?"

His face fell slightly and Cassie immediately felt something shift in the air. A second later, a smile returned to his face and he avoided the question.

"Why don't we eat?" He suggested. "The food is getting cold."

And Cassie couldn't do anything but comply to his order.

Throughout dinner, Scott couldn't help but stare at her for a good minute or so because she looked so beautiful. Every time he looked away, the fear of her not being real would pound inside him so he had to keep looking up.