The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

We went into the eat-in kitchen, the island filled with food. We sat at the four-seat table and Margaretta served us Shrimp Scampi with Linguini. Taking one forkful, I felt like I was in heaven.

"This is really good," I said.

Arnav nodded. "Etta's cooking is amazing."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Etta?"

"Short for Margaretta."

"Oh," and I felt stupid.

"So what are you majoring in," Arnav asked.

"Accounting. Gonna do my CPA soon."

"Thats cool. Any ideas where you wanna work?"

"I'm not sure. But if I get into a big company, then that would be great. Better pay, you know, so... yeah."

Arnav's lip curved. "You seem like a person who's capable of a big company."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"

He mimicked my expression back, and he looked super duper cute. "Really."

Eeep!

"In fact," he continued, "you'd be perfect for AR."

Is he offering me a job? "Um, I'll keep it in mind?"

"Are you asking or stating," he asked, his lips somewhat curved.

Oof! "Stating."

He smiled and continued to eat, and so did I. Soon we finished and Margaretta took the plates away.

"Would you like some wine," he asked, wiping his mouth with the clothed napkin.

"Um, I've never had wine before," I said, feeling pathetic.

Arnav stood up and held his hand out. I took it and stood up and he guided me towards him.

"Then maybe tonight can be your first," he questioned, as if asking for permission.

I simply nodded.

He smiled. "Good. Come with me."

He led me to the stairs and we went downstairs. Wait, but isn't that the guest apartment?

Going into the guest apartment, it was just like the rest of the penthouse, following the same theme. We walked into a room, seeing nothing but wine bottles.

"The wine cellar," he said.

Oh right!

I looked around and it seemed really cool to see all these bottles. "Do you collect?"

"No, but I do fancy it."

I looked at him with a slight smirk. "Fancy?"

His lips curved. "Fancy."

And I had to giggle.

Arnav went to a shelf and picked up a bottle. "Chardonnay. Guess it'll do for now. Come," and he held his hand out.

I placed mine in his and we walked out. Wow, how many times have we held hands so far? With my ex, we barely held hands. Hmph, that jerk! Whatever!

We went into the kitchen and he told me to wait as he got two flute glasses. He filled them up and handed me a glass.

"Try it," he said.

And I did, and I must admit, it was pretty good.

"I like it," I said lightly.

He smiled and held my hand again. "Come with me."

And I followed him back upstairs to his room. We went out to the terrace and looked out to the city. It was stunning! The lights were shining brightly and the view was spectacular! I've only seen images on google on how it looks, but to experience it first hand is just breath taking.