Dinner

Chapter 11: You're MINE and I'm YOURS. . .

Lacey's POV

Over the time span of these 2 days I've spent with him, I'm beginning to find myself more and more attracted to him which is why my guard is up. There's no way this God-like of a man wants me, I mean, why would he? He's extremely handsome, don't get me wrong, but to be that good looking, it's almost criminal. I feel like he's the robber and I'm the victim and he's slowly finding a way to steal my heart. But no matter how bad I want to give into this man, I can't. I want to but the fear of getting hurt is on high alert for me. Yet he doesn't know that. I called the girls while I was getting ready and they all said that it would take time and that I should take my time and try to take things slow, but I still don't know what we are. He claims me as his, but at the end of the day, it could easily just be one big game for him. Get the girl hooked and then leave her defenseless and hurt.

Once I'm finished with getting dressed, as if right on cue, the devil himself walks through the doors to the bedroom. He just stands there staring at me and I instantly feel my face heat up. I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato right now. I try to find the courage to ask him what the hell he's looking at, but I know where that'll lead me.

"I see you listened," he says, smirking at me, his intense gaze burning holes inside my chest.

"My ass is already sore enough," I say, wincing at the pain when I rub my hand gently against my ass.

"Stop complaining and bring your sexy ass over here," he says, holding his arms out for me.

Damn, if my panties weren't already wet by just the sight of him, they are now! He's so dominant and that's literally what I love the most about him. I catch myself as I think about the thoughts that just registered through my mind.

What I "love" the most about him. . .

Shit, I'm in too deep. Back out while you have the chance!

I'm literally going to hurt myself.

Walking into his arms, I embrace his scent. He smells like cinnamon and I literally melt into him, engulfing his scent.

"Ready love?," he asks, wrapping his arms around my lower back.

"Yea," I smile up at him.

The half hour drive was a little tense, to say the least.

The conversation varied from how the weather was to what my favorite holiday is. That's how the drive went.

Arriving 5 minutes later, he walks around to my side and helps me out. I, hesitantly, with my stubborn self, take his hand as he guides me to the front of the restaurant.

Here we go again. . .

I couldn't help but wonder what might happen this time.

Entering the main hall to the restaurant, I take the time to admire the interior design of the restaurant. Down the long hall were silky black curtains that draped along the walls, the candles that were placed on floating plates along the wall as well as picture frames of various fruits were displayed also. The floors took on a beautiful shiny look with the glossy white marble flooring that traveled to the dining area.

As we walked further along, I looked up to see mini glass chandeliers above each table. Half the tables occupied dark silky blue table cloths while the others that scattered about the rest of them like patterns had white table cloths.

Suddenly I feel arms wrap around my waist as I'm led over to a table near the glass windows that look out along the beach.

I look up to see him pulling out my chair. As I go to stop him, he tells me it's fine.