Chapter 3
The restaurant was situated on a posh street sandwiched between luxury clothing shops. Places Aubrey had never dreamed of stepping foot into. Not because she was broke, but stores like that never carried her size. She had never even imagined herself eating at such an establishment either. It was so fancy and upscale there wasn’t even a name on the outside of the building, or if there was she couldn’t make it out.
When he opened the door she went to step inside, he ducked in front of her awkwardly, making sure he was the first to enter the building. Her brow scrunched a bit. Hadn’t he ever heard of lady’s first? Apparently not.
The hostess had her eyes glued to him from the moment they walked in the door. Aubrey couldn’t help but notice how perfect she was. She was tall and slender with perfectly done make up, her hair falling in loose, auburn curls cascading down her back.
“Table for one?” she purred.
“No, two,” he stated simply.
The hostesses face fell as she tipped her head to the side to look behind him. She perked up a bit upon seeing Aubrey standing there awkwardly, her hand wrapped around her elbow as she looked around the intimidating establishment.
“Oh, how sweet, is it your sister’s birthday?” The hostess asked with a slight smirk on her face.
“I don’t have a sister. We,” he pulled Aubrey to his side wrapping an arm around her waist causing her to blush hotly, “would like to be seated now.”
The woman’s face contorted into what Aubrey could only read as disgust, as she tossed her head and picked up two menus. She showed them to a booth in the center of the restaurant.
Aubrey moved to take a seat but he shook his head squeezing her hip.
“I would prefer somewhere more private,” he said with a hint of seduction in his voice.
The hostess pursed her lips and turned on her heel showing them to a quieter, corner booth. He sat down never moving his hand from Aubrey’s hip and she followed in, settling next to him.
The hostess walked away after seeing them seated, essentially leaving the two alone.
“So, um, have you been here before?” Aubrey said as her fingers drew invisible circles on the table top.
“A few times, though I am not sure I will be coming back. The bitch up at the front has pissed me off. I would have walked out, but this is the nicest spot in town, and I want you to have the best tonight.”
“Why?”
“I want to know you better; I want you to know me. You have intrigued me Aubrey. Sometimes you seem so nervous, and at other times so sure of yourself, I need to know what makes you tick.”
Aubrey blushed. “I am a pretty normal girl, I work, I game, I sleep.”
“Surely there is more to you than that.”
"Not really. I like music --- anything from Garth Brooks to Metallica. I enjoy reading, writing and painting. What do you like to do?"
“Much of the same, though if I ever say I like Garth Brooks, please, shoot me.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “His songs tell some great stories!”
“Music isn’t about stories; it’s about melodies and rhythm.”
“All of which tell stories, I know you don’t need lyrics to tell a story but I like it.”
“Just not in my car,” he said firmly
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RomanceAubrey doesn't fit society's description of a desirable woman- at least she doesn't think so- and she accepts that truth for what it is. She loves playing video games and weighs more than what is considered the status quo. While working she meets Et...
