All Of Me (Camren G!P)

Chapter 3

Camila's POV

To say I was surprised to see Lauren at the school would be an understatement. I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see her away from The Playground. I've always been curious about her personal life but never called her othis than to meet. We exchanged numbers about a month into playing, but I felt as though it would be uncouth to call her, given the way we met. We have a lot of fun and it's a nice release, but if I'm being honest, part of me was scared to find out she's a complete jerk in her real life. She's not, which is why I tried stammering my way through asking her on a date. Thank the heavens she saved me from sounding like a complete idiot when she asked me to dinner.

I have my hair up in a classy bun, with a form fitting burgundy dress. It's nice and sexy, but not Playground sexy, at least not to me. It's a good date dress. Although, I can't wear a bra with it... my tits are perky enough to let the girls roam free. I have a pair of strappy silver shoes with a matching clutch and jewelry. When I walk up to the restaurant Lauren asked me to meet her at she's already standing there looking like sex in a jumpsuit.

"Hi," I smile as I approach. This is surreal being on a date with her.

"Hello." Her smile is radiant and he offers me an apple instead of flowers.

"Aww, thank you," I laugh as I take the apple from her. It's a very original gesture. I don't know if I should kiss her hello or if we keep this at normal first date rules. I really want to kiss her.

"You're welcome. Hungry?" she opens the door for me like a gentlewoman.

"Starving. I haven't eaten since breakfast and even then all I had was an apple and half of a plain bagel." I step into the restaurant. The smell of steak makes my mouth water.

"Ever been here before? They make mozzarella sticks the size of Twinkies."

"Once for a Christmas get togethis with co-workers. I didn't get to see the mozzarella sticks though. Those sound exciting. I mean, who doesn't love giant logs of fried cheese?" I grin. I notice immediately that date Lauren is very... tame compared to Playground Lauren. Her demeanor is completely different, but not in a bad way.

"No one I want to be around," she replies. "We had a contest here once with those things," she chuckles. "The winner got down nineteen of them."

"Was it you? I'd imagine you're still backed up if so," I snort. Ugh. Inappropriate conversation Camila is making an appearance.

"No, I bowed out at seven."

"Good girl," I chuckle. "Did you already put our name in?"

"I did. We can wait in the bar if you want," she offers.

"Sure." Lauren rests her hand on the small of my back to lead me to the bar. We find seats toward the end, where Lauren helps me onto my stool before she takes a seat next to me. Her hand politely rests on my back, sending a small shiver up the length of my spine. I know what she can do with those hands... mmm.

When the bartender comes by she waits for me to order my Caramel Apple Martini before requesting two fingers of Scotch on the rocks.

"It's interesting getting to know you outside of what we do... you know, there," I comment.

"I agree. You look beautiful, by the way. Red looks good on you."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind," I wink. I really want to lean over to kiss her. "You look very handsome as well. This color makes your eyes pop."

"Thanks. It's actually Hailee's doing, believe it or not. She knows me outside the club, obviously. We went to college together," she tells me. "I'm kinda hopeless when it comes to fashion stuff. I think fancy is getting all the soot off me."