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A/N : Smut

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Angelina

We got to the restaurant and there was a line leading inside. Lukas took my hand and started walking past everyone. "Lukas, don't you think it's fair to wait in the line?" I asked as we earned a few looks from people. I wasn't sure if they looked at us because of his fame or that we were cutting in.

"No. When you're Lukas Rade you don't have to." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him and that just made him chuckle. He got to the the lady at the front of the line that was asking people if they made reservations and then telling them where to sit.

Lukas went to her, pulling me along and positioned us next after the people she was busy with. Being a rich and famous guy has it's perks huh? The lady was dressed in a black two piece skirt with a white buttoned up hem. She had her hair tied up in a neat bun, probably the neatest I've seen, and she wore glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose.

After the people in front of us left, she looked at us then back down at her book. "Reservations?" she said, her voice strong and clear. "Yes. Lukas Rade. Table for two." he replied. She looked through her book as she trailed her pen along the page.

"Ah yes! Welcome Mr Rade. Table 30 is ready for you." she said, stepping aside to let us in. Lukas nodded before walking past her. I gave her a small smile before totting along.

The place was huge. No wonder there was a table 30. Most of the tables were occupied. There were men in expensive looking suits that had women with them in cocktail dresses. I was starting to feel a little insecure in my cheap clothing.

"You look beautiful." Lukas whispered into my ear as we kept walking past many tables. I blushed a little. "Thank you." I said. I wasn't too bad though in my black strapless knee length dress. It shaped my curves perfectly and made my boobs look bigger. I had straightened my hair and it rested on my shoulders.

My six inch heels were beige and showed off my small cute toes. I had a matching purse with it that just had my make up kit as well as some cash. Who goes out without cash?

Finally we reached a booth with a card on top of the table with the number thirty written on it in cursive.We both sat across each other and there was a moment of silence that sweeped by.

"So how are you? Everything okay?" he broke in.

"Yes thank you. How are you feeling?" I answered smoothly.

"Just a little bit hungry.."  he said smirking.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and and anxiously ran my arm over my hand.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked

"Yeah..uh wh..y?" I said even though my throat refused to let the words out.

"You look......tense. Want me to help you with that?"

"No! I mea-n yes..I mean...." I took in a deep breathe " not now."

He chuckled before flipping through his menu. A skinny looking guy in a white hem and black suit pants come to the table and asked for our orders.
"Are you allergic to anything." Lukas said looking over at me. I shook my head and he turned back to the waiter. "We'll have your best dish." he said before the waiter nodded and walked off.