Page 16 of Becoming His
Nine
First Kiss
Bailey pulled up outside a small white building with candles in the windows, the soft glow welcoming us inside. He smiled at me as I walked to the front of the car, wanting him to walk in first. Suddenly I was overcome with fear and anxiety, a feeling of dread sweeping over me.
What am I doing?
"Let's go." He frowned when I refused to move, my legs like rubber.
"I can't go in there. It looks too formal," I whispered, and he walked closer to me and sighed.
"Don't be scared; see it as a lesson in dating. I'll show you how you should be treated on a date, and you can just relax and enjoy yourself. It doesn't mean anything; otherwise, I would completely understand the nerves. I am pretty intimidating." Bailey winked, and I rolled my eyes.
He was right, though; it wasn't an actual date. But walking into the restaurant with him made me feel special. He commanded attention with his delicious presence; he radiated desire. The blonde girl that showed us to our table eyed me with jealousy as she practically shoved the menu in my face before turning to Bailey and smiling sweetly.
"Would you like any drinks before your food?"
I was staring at the menu prices and starting to feel lightheaded- even if we split the bill, I would probably have to order just an entree after my hair and shopping spree today.
"Anna." His voice cut through my thoughts sharply as I looked up to see him staring at me with a smile playing on his lips.
"Drink?"
I hadn't even seen the drinks menu, but no way was I falling for these prices.
"Water, please." I shrugged as Bailey frowned.
"Can we get a jug of tropical juice too? Thanks." He gave her a dazzling smile as she blushed. I was pleased to see that it wasn't just me that he affected.
"Will you relax? You are so tense. I'll tell you what. Let's play a game." He leaned forward, his fingers caressing his jaw as he studied me. I made a face, and he grinned.
"A game? I'm not that great at games. I'm not competitive, you see." I was rambling, and he nodded, but his eyes made me stop talking.
"Have a look around you. Pay attention to the women. What do you notice?" he asked quietly as I sat back in my chair.
The woman to my right was classically beautiful, her hair in a sleek chignon as she sipped her white wine. She smiled and nodded as the man in front of her spoke and began to laugh.
"Erm, she's stunning?" I offered, and he sighed.
"He's wearing a wedding ring, yet she isn't. Her feet are out of her heels, and she's stroking his leg with one of them. He keeps checking his phone nervously and glancing around the room." I gazed at them as the pieces fell together in front of me.
"You think they are having an affair?" I gulped as he scoffed.
"Well, actually, Iknowthey are because that's my uncle's best friend, and that's not his wife. But the signs are there, aren't they? Try another couple."
I saw a couple holding hands across the table, whispering and chuckling this time. She looked at him in a way I could only ever wish to look at someone, and I looked away suddenly.
"They're in love," I mumbled, and he followed my gaze, allowing me to sneak a look at him before turning back to me, his eyes soft as he nodded.
"Yeah, they are. You know the most important thing, though, Anna? They are all relaxed, and that allows them to be happy."
I knew he was aiming this at me as he smirked at me knowingly as I groaned.
"You aren't easy to relax around." I snapped.
"Why not?" He demanded as the waitress returned with our drinks.
"Are you guys ready to order?" she asked in a bored tone as I looked at the menu in panic.
