"The restaurant was exclusive, to say the least: marble floors and huge glistening crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, each table meticulously dressed in black tablecloths, with expensive white accessories. Even the crystal glasses had a white pattern traced along the stem and the base.
She tried to stay unaffected, lifting an eyebrow as he stood aside for her to go into the white leather booth seat before him, just shrugging her shoulders when he asked which wine she would prefer, but he ruined it.
He always ruined it.
He ordered a starter of steamed fresh scallops on a bed of rice noodles, and a main course of grilled Seabass. He knew exactly what she would order, so he didn’t even offer her a menu. She tried to be pissed off at that, she really tried to strengthen her resolve by telling herself what an arrogant asshole he was. Except she hated choosing food, it gave her a headache, and she really would have picked those exact meals.
So her inner voice whispered back saucily that he was only doing her a favour that he’d done every time they’d eaten out together since she was thirteen years old. Sex just complicated the old rituals.
Sex complicated everything, as far as she could see, she doubted she’d have it again after this experience!
And then he was the same old sweet Jayden that he’d always been; asking how was her food, her wine, how was school, when was her graduation, and with each simple question, he reeled her back in like a fish on a hook.
“Tor, I uh, I need to take you on somewhere afterwards,” he looked sheepish, sipping his bottle of Bud, watching her closely as she watched his throat rise and slip drinking the beer.
She suddenly felt his cold hands under the cloth, parting her knees, and gasped in surprise.
“Wh.. uh .. where?” she tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but there were fingertips blazing a trail across her inner thighs, why didn’t she..." http://wattpad.com/story/2150832
