Chapter 7: First Date

Selena

Is he bipolar? He looked irritated when he left my room then after a few minutes he’ll send me a message about a date?

M: We’ll be dining out tonight. Wear something special. I’ll see you at 7 pm.

Was he even inviting me for a date when he told me that he would see me for Dinner? I thought he was just stating a fact since normally, people really do eat dinner. I guess I don’t have a choice but to ask.

S: Is this a date?

M: No.

That was quick. But after 2 seconds, I received another response.

M: Yes

It really confirms my suspicion that he is bipolar. I was not planning on replying when another message appeared on my new cellphone’s screen.

M: Is there a problem if this is a date?

I intended to wait for another minute before I respond. I wanted to keep him waiting.

M: Selena. I gave that phone to you for a reason. Make sure you respond to me on a timely manner.

I can’t help but smile at myself for riling him up. I am sure he’s irritated for being ignored. I just hope I can see his face right now. I find him attractive when he’s angry.

S: I was doing something. Nope. No problem with the “date” thing. Just hoped you could have asked earlier and not just informed me about it.

M: If it really makes a difference, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.

S: Confident aren’t we?

M: Just wait and see.

S: Looking forward to it. See you later!

I hope that last message will compensate for making him mad. I started to prepare for the next few hours until our “date”. I still have to contact my suppliers for Marco’s garden. I have to make sure this project turns out perfectly.

Though I have never dated any of my clients before, I had a fair deal of offers from them. I don’t mix business with pleasure but this time I just couldn’t resist. I am playing on dangerous ground as I am sure Marco and his men are types of people no one ever wants to cross, but I am already in too deep. No turning back now. I just have to enjoy my time with Marco up until we have to part ways.

I returned to my room around 5:30 pm to prepare for dinner. When I entered the room, I was confused with the contents of the two boxes on top of the bed. I opened both boxes and can’t help but form a devious plan in my mind. I will make sure I put these items to good use tonight and Marco will regret having chosen this particular dress for me.

I prepared for everything that could possibly happen tonight. I took my time cleaning and pampering myself with attention to some details that need to be shaved clean. I keep on scolding myself that this was just a dinner date but I can’t help but be extra prepared. I kept my chestnut brown and curly hair down in contrast with the cream latex figure hugging knee length dress that emphasized all my curves. The dress was skintight but I managed to fit on it perfectly except for my boobs that were peeking out all too excitedly. I opted for a natural look when donning my make up. The silver high heels and purse was also suited for the outfit.

Right on time, I was ready at 7 pm and right on cue, I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Looking at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror, I am confident that Marco is in for a treat. But when I opened the door and saw him in a dark blue long sleeve shirt that accentuated his body’s lean and muscular form, some buttons of his shirt were open as if inviting me to touch the exposed skin, I realized he is my own eye feast. I would have wanted to check him out more but when I looked at his eyes, the desire I was feeling for him was also reflected on them. His smoldering hot gaze when I saw him drinking in my features was enough to set fire in the whole room. I felt heat radiating from my body with just his stare.

“Selena, you look hot. I mean, pretty.” He was blatantly staring at my cleavage when he said the word pretty. From any other man I may have been offended with the stare, but not with Marco. He made me feel beautiful.

“You look pretty yourself.” I chose to close our distance when he still did not release his look on my body so that he will be forced to look at my face instead.

“God, I’m in deep shit.” I heard him whisper when he finally looked at me. I couldn’t have agreed more. I am in deep shit too if this thing between us keeps on blocking my sensible and thinking mind.

“Marco? Shall we go?” I touched his arm for added measure. I guess this dress is really a killer. It renders Marco motionless.

“Yes. Before I lose my mind.” He whispered inaudibly before he slowly slid his right arm around my waist and pressed me closer to his side then led me out of the room. He let go of his hold when we were at the stairs, but he took my hand and locked them in his as if I will escape if he loosens his hold.

He opened the passenger seat of his shiny black Maserati Alfieri that made me almost drool. I have a thing for cars and this is one of my favorites. Marco waited for me to get in before moving to the driver’s seat. Since he will be busy in driving, I get to stare at him and appreciate the beauty of his car’s interior without him knowing.

Marco

I almost lost my sanity when I saw her on that hot as fuck dress. I am still debating with myself whether to kill or thank Brent for what Selena was wearing. Being alone with her tonight with will be a serious blow on my self control. With her looking at me with the same lustful look I have when I gaze at her magnificent body makes me crave for her more. I know I have to keep myself guarded when it comes to her. She will be my downfall. All rational thoughts seem to evade my mind when I am near her. Maybe if I could just have her I will lose this agonizing attraction I feel for her. I have to solve this pressing issue especially since it also involves something pressing inside my pants.

I lead her out to my car before I act on my raging desire. On our drive to the restaurant, I can’t help but feel her eyes on me. I can’t let her know that I know she’s checking me out but I can’t help but smile at that thought. At least, this goes both ways.

“You like the car?” I asked her when she was admiring the interior with her hands gently caressing her side of the car with a glazed look on her face. I envy my Maserati . I want her hands on me the same way she was gliding her fingers with so much gentleness and awe.

“Oh. Yes. I have this thing for hot cars. . .It makes my pulse beat faster like and I have this strong urge to feel and to touch every part of it. . . Look out!”

“Shit!” I stepped on the brakes and swerved to the right. I almost hit the car in front of me. I got distracted with her sultry and sexy voice when she was describing how she felt for the car. I wished she was talking about me and not this Maserati. I really am mind fucked now and I have to speed up this process of eliminating the source of my distraction.

“Sorry. I may have distracted you.” Damn right woman!

“We are near the restaurant. I hope you like Mexican food.” I chose that restaurant so I can also check on the group there tonight. Denaris will be meeting with our Mexican counterparts there tonight. I don’t attend the meetings but I always make sure I am near the area in case I am needed.

“Yes. I love tacos and enchiladas.” Great! We even have the same taste in food.

“We’re here.” I parked in front and rushed out to open the door for her. I don’t want anyone to get near her tonight.

“Good evening Mr. Garcia.” I just nodded at the valet and tossed her the car keys. I pulled Selena by her slim waist and headed inside the restaurant.

“Sir, your table is ready.” We followed the waitress to the corner of the restaurant which table is exclusive for my use. It is slightly separated from the buzzing and chatters of the main restaurant.

I pulled a chair for her and she said her thanks. I just nodded as I was trying not to look at her so I won’t be distracted. I took my seat and the server gave us menus.

“Selena?”

“I’ll have chicken enchiladas, guacamole and tacos.” She smiled sheepishly at me when she realized I was amused with her food choices. This girl has appetite.

“Her order and the usual for me.” I said to the server without averting my gaze from Selena.

“Yes sir.” The waitress left our table and we were both silent for a while. I can’t help but appreciate the gorgeous specimen in front of me.

“Selena. Tell me something about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Random stuff. Humor me.” She looked nervous. She was fiddling with the corner of her table napkin.

“Well, I am the youngest in our family. I have two brothers who took care of me when my parents died from an accident.” She looked crestfallen when she mentioned her parents so I moved closer to her and took her hands. My sweet gesture was rewarded by a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry that was a few years ago. . .My favorite color is blue. I love Mexican food. I am an awful cook but I know how to mix drinks. . . cocktails that is. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“You have this thing for hot cars. . .you are a Photographer and a Landscape Architect. You look really hot in that dress and you make me want to know you more.” I saw the change in her expression as if she was anticipating for something to happen. I reached out and caressed her right cheek making sure my thumb gently grazes her bottom lip. I distinctly heard her breath hitch with the contact.

“I’d like to know you more too. . .” She replied softly though I can sense something edgy on her voice and she cannot look directly in my eyes. It was like she was debating whether to tell me something or not.

“Is there a but somewhere?” She frowned and slightly moved away from my touch.

“But I think it is better if we just keep our relationship platonic or better yet strictly business. This is for the best.” If I heard her correctly, it was like she wanted me to stop my advances on her before it even begun.

I really am in deep shit if this is true that I, Marco Garcia was being shunned on a first date with the first woman I ever asked to go out with.