Forbidden Love » a.i. (completed)

Chapter Eighteen

The whole ride to the restaurant, Ashton had his hand on my thigh as he drove. It was honestly the worst distraction for me. His large hand engulfed my whole leg, and his fingers danced dangerously close to inside of my dress. He knew his limits, but he was willing to test how far he can go. "Where are we going?"

He glanced over at me and smirked, "It's a secret."

I looked out the window, trying to think of any fancy place around this town. I never enjoyed going out to eat because I never had a date with me. Why would a single women go out eating in a nice place all by herself? "Why is it a secret? I know you're taking me somewhere fancy due to your suit."

His eyes stayed on the road this time, "I don't want you to find out. Sometimes the best dates are secrets." I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes on the road in front of us. This part of town was unexplored by me. "By the way, I think your mum is very nice."

"She can be, pressuring. Just tell her if you're uncomfortable or something. She won't take offence to anything."

He laughed, "You look like her, almost identical."

This time I glanced his way, "I never got that before. It's usually about my dad."

He nodded, "If you don't mind me asking, where was your dad? I was expecting to meet the man of the house, instead I came in to find only females."

"He's on a business trip."

He looked over at me as we hit a stop light, "A business trip? What does he do?"

I avoided his gaze, "He works for a company."

He simply nodded and said nothing. Of course someone who works in a company- in this town- doesn't go on business trips. Only CEO's and high-class workers get on those trips. We both know what was truly happening. "Here we are," he said stopping the car in front of a French dining. I heard from a few people around this town about how great this place was.

"This is, wow, but-"

He put his finger to my lips, "Be quiet. You're not going to worry about the prices, I can afford it. You're going to go in there with me, and not mention anything more about it, alright?"

"Fine, but-"

He cut me off, "No more words coming out of these pretty little lips of yours." he leaned forward and kissed me lightly. He held onto my hand as we both walked into the well-lit restaurant.

"Hello, how may we serve you?" the front lady asked us. I looked around at the crowded tables, wondering if you have to reserve a place here before you even come in.

"Yes, we have a reservation."

She nodded, "Last name?"

"Irwin."

She smiled and grabbed two menus, "Follow me," she said directly to Ashton, not even taking a glance at me. How nice. "Is this table alright for you?"

He smiled, "Yes, it's lovely." He pulled out the chair for me and then took his own. She leaned over the table a little too much, showing far more than I wanted to see. Ashton didn't bother to look up at her because he was staring directly at me. I didn't notice until she walked off and I made eye contact with him, "You look absolutely stunning, Alex."

I blushed insanely, "Thanks, Ashy. You don't look too bad yourself. Even the waitress likes the way you clean up," I said looking back over at the girl who seemed to be glaring at our table. She was a beach blonde with dark lipstick on, and her skirt was far too short for a uniform. Ashton followed my gaze and looked at the girl.

"Her? No, she's just being friendly," he said looking back over to me with a bright smile. "Even if she did think that, I don't care because I'm lucky enough to be here with you."