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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Megan's POV

I packed my motorcycle and removed my helmet, as the different lights of the restaurant attacked my now exposed eyes.

This place was very fancy and beautiful especially now that it dark, the lights from the restaurant brightened everywhere.

They had seats situated outside under a canopy!

 I searched the people seated there hoping to see the pretty boy, but luck was not on my side because I didn't see him. Now I had to go to this fancy restaurant dressed like a homeless person. 

I prepared myself and fueled me with a lot of courage as I entered inside. Immediately a waiter approached me.

"French or English?" He asked.

"English please," I said not paying attention to him as I studied my environment.

"Do you have a reservation?" He asked again, this time I looked at him as I shook my head indicating a no.

"I am here to see someone," I said.

"Who?" He asked.

Oh oh, I have no idea what his name is.

"A pretty blond man with blue eyes" I tried to describe pretty boy. But the waiter looked confused.

God, the last thing I needed is to be thrown out of this fancy restaurant.

"He is this tall," I described raising my hand over my head, "He looks wealthy and has an ego the size of this restaurant."

The waiter realizes that am a hopeless case and decides to check his notepad.

"Abigail Rice?" He asked.

"Nope."

"Megan Hart?" 

"Yes, that's me," I said, happy that I won't be kicked out.

"Come with me please," he said leading me inside.

I followed him feeling very uncomfortable. I am not one to be self-conscious or to care about what people think, but I found myself pulling at the hem of my sweater and running my fingers through my hair.

It didn't take long before I spotted pretty boy, he looked bored sipping water from a glass. 

The waiter and I approached him after he nodded to the waiter I sat down on the only seat near him, he smirked at me, I frowned.

He honestly had a fantastic set of blue eyes, but he couldn't be bluey, from the little I know about bluey he wasn't from Queens, then he was just visiting, which made him a perfect prey for the night: someone I won't see again and who won't recognize me.

"You came," he declared.

"Of course I did you cheeky beast," I said talking lower than I wanted to.

"Hmm, what's got your tail on fire?" He asked looking at me like am some strange biology specimen.

"Blackmailing an innocent girl like me, you are worst than I thought," I said through my gritted teeth.

"I don't understand why you are upset. I invited you to a fancy restaurant and am willing to feed you; shouldn't you be happy?" He asked.

"I didn't ask for you to feed me. I am fine thank you, and I would be happy if not that I look like something the cat dragged in, as I am not dressed for such a place! Couldn't you have picked a local restaurant?" I asked

"Oh, you want a dress! We could go shop and come back, but personally I think you look great," he said.

I facepalmed; this pretty boy is entirely clueless.