History Has It's Eyes On You (Washette)

Chapter Sixteen

    There they were together. A beautiful restaurant that was filled with women and men dressed to the nines. Lafayette didn't think he should be here, a blush on his face as he tapped his lap.

    He barely heard when George had ordered for them both again. He could get used to that, he thought with a smile.

    He looked at the man beside him. He was so breathtakingly gorgeous. His broad stature and stone cold face looked intimidating to others, but Laf knew the softness underneath.

     Did he really know him though? They barely talked, and had ate together twice. They were supposed to be professional.

     George studied him. "What's on your mind darling," he asked in a smooth voice.

   Gosh, Lafayette could listen to his voice forever. He shrugged, brushing his sweaty palms on his slacks. "I don't know honestly. I'm really confused about a lot of things right now," he replied, nervously drinking water.

    George placed his hand on the young man's lap. "It's alright Lafayette, I'm not going to bite," he chuckled.

    Lafayette smiled, taking in the rare sight of the man's beautiful smile. Heck, everything about this man was just breathtaking.

    "How old are you?" Lafayette asked, attempting to make small talk without tripping over his words.

    Lafayette had done a little research on George Washington before getting the job at Washington Post. He remembered that a lot of the articles said he started very young, rising to success quickly.

     "I'm 32," he said casually. Laf sucked in a breath. 10 years difference. He only nodded, taking another nervous sip.

     He knew that age was never a problem, and Lafayette tended to drift towards older men.

     But he still wondered why Washington would be so fascinated with him. Lafayette shook his head, clearing all thoughts.

   Tonight, he just wanted to focus on a relaxing dinner.