In Disguise

Scene 4

At exactly 8 pm a few days later my phone buzzed: Hey I'm outside xxx

I descended the steps from my flat to find him waiting for me in his Audi. Twinkling in the evening sun, the smooth body of the car was a dark grey with black tinted windows and black shiny wheels.

The passenger window was rolled down, framing him in the driver's seat as he flicked through his own songs on the speaker. The interior was sleek and shiny black.

"Hi baby," he said, looking at my outfit as I got into the car, "I must say you look great."

"Thanks," I blushed. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

A black branded sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders, the same logo appearing on his black trousers too, and his gold watch sparkled on his wrist. Black suited him, he looked handsome.

The next one of his songs which came on was one of my favourites, and I couldn't help but sing along as he watched me, somewhat mesmerised.

"I like seeing you rap along to my music." He smirked.

I smiled in return and continued singing. The way he watched me was different then, like he saw another element of me.

"No offence but I didn't think you'd be the sort of person to listen to my music." He chuckled.

"Why not?" I narrowed my eyes at him teasingly. "Because you don't think I listen to dirty music?"

He raised his eyes at me accusingly. "So you think my music is dirty?"

"I mean ... it is."

"But you like it," he smiled mischievously. "Dirty mouth but my is heart clean."

I blushed instinctively, swatting his arm, whilst he just laughed to himself. I watched him discreetly as he was driving, his hands palming the steering wheel and his fingers drumming absentmindedly on it.

I caught him glancing at me a few times before focusing his attention back on the road. Without a doubt he was gorgeous, and not only was I attracted to his confident personality but also to his handsome features.

We arrived at the restaurant and managed to make it inside without any paparazzi photos. It was at moments like those that I was suddenly reminded of his fame, something that was easy to forget about when it was just us yet in reality, he was a world famous rapper.

The restaurant was beautiful, dimly lit with dark furnishings and modern touches, but it was way out of my league and somewhere I never would have normally gone. He had booked a table for us and given them his surname for our reservation.

"This is out of my comfort zone." I said shyly as we sat down.

He smiled softly. "It suits you."

I smiled at his comment, playing it around in my head for a few seconds. He flattened the front of his sweatshirt and tidied his cuffs before leaning back in his chair and resting his elbow on one edge. His intense blue eyes were focused on me, his tongue running along his bottom lip.

"What?" A blush filled my cheeks.

"Nothing."

He shook his head dismissively, momentarily replacing his focus on me with the restaurant. A seductive smile teased on his lips. It crossed my mind how crazy it was that one single expression could be so provoking.

"What?" It was his turn to ask. He was looking at me accusingly, which abruptly made me realise I had been watching him.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

He leant forwards and rested his arms on the table. "I know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?"

"About how much you like me."

"Maybe." I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

A devilish spark glistened in his eyes.

"I mean what can I say? All the girls always fall for me."

His ability to be forthright made my mouth open with momentary shock. He leaned back in his chair, watching my reaction to his remark.

"Really?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Have you actually got any proof of that?"

He chuckled.

"Only my word," he said, lowering his voice. "My words are what's got me to where I am now, they're why we're here at this restaurant, why I've got my apartment, my car, why people know me ..." An amused smile had control of his features. "So they must mean something."

"I suppose you've got a point." I sighed defeatedly.

He laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him. His face lit up and his eyes smiled, his cheeky personality contrasting with his broad build and mature features.

"You look great tonight," he said quietly, his words causing my cheeks to flame. "You're a ten out of ten."

"Thank you." I said shyly. "You look handsome."

He smiled triumphantly. "Thank you."

His grin was laced with pride and content. He smiled to himself, looking around the restaurant.

I watched him until his eyes, playful yet alluring, found their way back to mine.

"Do you like my surname?" He asked abruptly.

"Yeah I like it, it's a strong surname."

His face formed into a beautiful smirk. "You can have it if you want."

My mouth opened slightly in disbelief at his directness. Then he said my name followed by his surname, and something about the two together and the way he said it in his voice made my stomach flutter. 

"Do you think they sound good together?"

"I think they sound perfect." He smiled devilishly.

"I guess I could live with that." I shrugged, teasing him.

"Come on, admit it, you'd love it."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "I would love it."

His perfect features formed into a smug, triumphant expression.

"Would you make me your wife?" I asked and his amused blue eyes darted to mine. 

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Maybe one day."

His tongue licked across his lips, his eyes focused steadily on me, his body language casual and confident.

"Do you think we'll be together that long?"

"I don't know," he smiled, leaning forwards and resting his elbows on the table, "But I know that the greatness will come when the time is right."