Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
We were going for lunch anyway…
Well hopefully we still were. I fear he’d think I was too ‘in- jured’ to have lunch.
Mitch chuckles lightly. “I don’t know Miss. Mr. Xavier has never cared for another woman the way he does for you.”
His words had me haling back.
Sophie you better not make Aiden’s chauffeur get you to crack those walls around your heart. You better seal them right up.
“I wasn’t sure which rubbing alcohol was the best so I took three different brands,” Aiden said as he hopped back into the car.
He closed the door and shift through the stuff he bought. He takes out a small bag of cotton balls and the three rubbing alcohol bottles.
He really did buy three rubbing alcohol bottles….
“The lady at the counter said this one worked the best. But the man behind me said all worked the same. Didn’t know who to trust so bought all three.” He grinned sheepishly when I looked at him in disbelief.
I sighed. He was doing way too much for a tiny scratch. “You honestly didn’t have to buy the alcohol Aiden. A ban- dage would’ve been just fine.”
Not even a bandage….my scratch was so tiny that having a bandage would be comical. But I don’t say that because I’m sure he would debate with me.
“Oh right the bandage,” He grumbles while shifting through the bag once more and pulling out-
“Is that Dora The Explora bandages Aiden?”
He grinned. “They were the only ones left in the store.”
My eyes narrowed on his face. Somehow I don’t believe a single word he just said.
Aiden reaches for my leg again and throws it over his thigh.
I turn bright red, because this time he managed to open my legs so vast that I was sure my panties were on full display for him.
I just hope I didn’t have a wet patch down there from ear- lier when I was in his dressing room and he was undressing…..
Aiden poured the alcohol on the cotton ball and then dabbed the wet ball on my scratch.
I hissed. For a small scratch, it hurt like a bitch when the alcohol touched it.
Shy Aideyes lift to my face, darting everywhere to see if I showed signs of pain. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?” He rushes out, his voice thick with concern.
I would’ve laughed at his questions if my heart was not currently throbbing at his show of raw concern.
“I’m okay Aiden. It just stung a little.” I said softly and he sighed in relief.
“Don’t scare me like that Sophie,” He whispered.
My brows furrowed. Did this little scratch really have him so concerned?
About fifteen minutes later Mitch pulled up beside a very expensive restaurant.
My eyes widen.
“Are we going to have lunch here?” I whispered.
I was not properly dressed for an expensive place like this, especially with a Dora The Explora bandage on my knee. The skirt I wore definitely was not covering that.
Also, this place was always filled with rich socialites and I clearly was not one of them. I would stick out like a sour thumb among these people. Like I was already just by sitting beside Aiden.
Aiden looks at me confused. “Yes?”
I winced. “This restaurant is very expensive Aiden. I don’t belong here.”
Aiden’s eyes turned stormy. “You’re worth more than that restaurant Sophie. Now keep that pretty mouth shut before I shut it myself.”
He opened the door. “We’ll be back in thirty Mitch. If you want you can drive around the block.” Aiden said while get- ting down.
I pushed closer to the door, gnawing on my lips and got. out when Aiden shot me a stare that told me to get the fuck out or else he’ll force me out himself.
Coming to stand beside him, he closed the door while I fixed my blouse and skirt to look more presentable.
I froze when I felt his arm sling around my waist and pull me close. “You’ll still be the most beautiful woman in that restaurant even if you were in rags. Now come on mama bear, let’s get you fed.””Loosen up Sophie. You’re as stiff as a rock.” Aiden whis- pered beside my ear, his lips tickling my skin.
His hands run down the small of my back, his warmth. seeping through and relaxing me as we walked to our table.
I sighed in relief when we finally took our seats but I prayed that maybe, just maybe all these rich fancy people would stop staring at us like we were the most fascinating thing they’ve seen in a while.
The stares literally burned through me when they saw Aiden pulling the chair back for me to sit. And when I fixed that chair and he stayed beside me for longer than necessary, their stares had turned hotter. Seriously you could have brought me to any fast food place. I’d be happy to eat oily fries and a cheesy burger.” I grumble as I darted my eyes around as slick as I could.
“Those fast food places aren’t good enough for you. You deserve the best,” He grinned. My stomach knotted.
Smooth.
I stared at him across the table. This feels intimate. Just us two having lunch in a fancy restaurant.
It almost looks like we were on a date. That must be why everyone could not stop looking our way.
Or perhaps it was the shock to see the young bachelor with a woman who looked like she swam in the sewer.
Aiden seems to be staring at me deeply too. It’s quite nerve-wracking actually.
I needed to distract him before the waiter arrives. Be-
cause obviously if he keeps staring at me like I was the meal, I was not sure I can handle myself. Or my feelings.
“So you have a photo of me in one of your penthouses?” I asked in curiosity.
Honestly, I had been dying to ask him this question the moment his grandfather confirmed it.
Aiden started hacking out a cough.
I looked at him in concern.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I watch him block his mouth. His face was heating up with a blush.
“Yes,” Cough. “I’m fine.”
He clears his throat, looking a bit flustered. “No, I actually don’t. Sergio doesn’t have a great memory, so I knew exactly what to tell him to get him off my back.”
I’m a little disappointed. “Oh,” I whispered, my shoulders. sagging in displeasure.
He clears his throat and I suppose was about to say some- thing else but the waiter comes over to hand us the menu po- litely.
“I will come back to get your orders in five minutes Mr. Xavier.” He said and left seconds after. When he does, my at-
tention goes back to Aiden.
I still had no idea why he could not have just told Sergio he didn’t want to get married. Why would he go through so much trouble to try to convince his grandfather I was his fi- ance? He was a grown man, he could say no. Couldn’t he?