Page 18 of My Hottest Obsession

“Oaks?” I ask in surprise.

“Yeah. I know you’ve wanted to eat here since they opened.”

“How?”

“I know things,” he tells me as he parks. “Why do you think that I always offered to take you there in the past?”

I doesn’t answer him, just smiles as we climb out, and I let Adrien lead me inside. He gives his name at the maître d stand, and we’re immediately led to a back room.

“Your private room, Mr. Kirke,” he says.

“Thank you,” Adrien says as he pulls out a chair for me.

“This is too much,” I whisper to Adrien once we’re alone.

“I wanted our first date to be perfect. I’ve waited for so long, and I don’t want to share you with anyone now that I have you to myself.”

“Welcome to Oaks,” a pretty waitress says as she enters the room. “I’m Marissa, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you two started with something to drink? Our sommelier can recommend something, or our master mixologists can make anything you’d like.”

“Can I get a martini?” I say, and she nods.

“And for you, sir?”

“How about a bottle of wine? Do you like red or white, Goldie?”

“Red.”

“A bottle of red then. Whatever you recommend.”

“Perfect. I’ll give you a moment to look over the menu, and I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

I pick up my menu, my mouth watering as I glance over all the options. I’ve looked at the menu a dozen times and have never been able to decide on what I would get. It always just seemed like a pipe dream, though. Now that it’s happening, I’m still not sure what I want to order.

“How about we get a little of everything?” Adrien asks, and it’s like he can read my mind.

“Whatever you want.”

“So agreeable. You should let me spoil you more.”

My stomach flips over at his offer. I would love that, but I can’t. My reasons for keeping Adrien at arm’s length are getting harder and harder to remember.

Marissa comes back with our drinks, and I take a sip, letting Adrien order for us. I stare at him across the table, admiring the lines of his face. He’s so handsome. He could have anyone. So why is he so focused on me?

I take another drink as I ponder that question.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me as Marissa heads back to place our order.

“Just daydreaming,” I say lightly.

“I’d love to know more about that,” he says quietly, leaning his elbows on the table and moving closer to me.

“It would be boring,” I tell him as I take another sip of my drink.

“I highly doubt that. You’re the most fascinating person that I’ve ever met.”

I snort, almost choking on my drink.

“Liar. I’m boring. All I ever do is go to work and then go home. Occasionally I hang out with friends or Honor, but that’s it. My life is boring.”

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