little circles with his thumb and my whole body is on fire. Not the kind of fire that makes me wince, but the kind that makes me want to find a secluded part of this restaurant and blow his mind.
He retracts his fingers but continues his journey up my leg until his hand cups me. He lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “I can see the fight in your eyes, but just remember what I can do to you. Only me, James.”
He smoothly moves back into the seat across from me. How can he seem so calm when every part of my body is screaming? I look around to see if anyone noticed our exchange and it seems no one did.
“You can look around all you want. I don’t care who is watching.” He goes back to eating his food as I try to seem as unaffected as possible. I know from the look on his face that I’m doing a horrible job.
I try to finish my meal without seeming like I’m about to combust from sexual frustration, but I barely make it. Drew doesn’t even ask the waitress for the check; he just takes out an obscene amount of money, puts it on the table, and gets up. There is no way our meal cost that much. He starts to walk away, but turns back toward me and stares as if to ask me what I’m waiting for. I can’t help but shake my head. I honestly don’t get people like him who just throw their money around.
I follow him out, but unlike when we showed up, there are photographers surrounding the entrance to the restaurant. Drew takes out his cell phone, “Yeah, I see them. Meet me by the back exit of the building.” He grabs my hand and we walk back toward the hostess stand. “I need to use your exit in the back of the building.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Walker, but I can’t let—”
“Yes, you can .” He takes another bill out of his wallet, I think it’s a hundred, and slaps it onto the stand in front of her.
She seems awestruck and within a minute snaps out of it. “Follow me.” She avoids eye contact with him and I sympathize with her. His eyes can make you melt and want to cower in a corner at the same time.
We walk back through the dining room, into the kitchen, and stop at a steel door. The hostess doesn’t say anything; she just stares at him as if she is waiting for him to show her some gratitude. Think again, lady, Drew Walker wouldn’t say thank you if you threw water on him if he was on fire.
He opens the door, and just as I expected, leaves without even glancing at the girl who noticeably pulled down her shirt as she walked us back. We climb into the car and have thankfully evaded any photographers that were waiting near the entrance. It’s really irritating how everyone bows down to him. I mean, sure he’s hot, and when he’s on stage you can’t take your eyes off him. He pulls you in with this energy and makes you want to make every wish of his come true. His touch is enough to… Ugh, I can’t even mentally hate him.
We drive onto the city streets and I realize I have no idea where we’re going. Not that I have ever had any idea what was going on or what to expect in the short time I’ve known him. “Where are we going?”
He looks over at me as if he’s contemplating answering me. He better give me a damn answer. I try to fight him and I try to stand up for myself, but every time I feel like I just end up looking like a child. “I have my second show tonight before we leave town; we’re going to the venue.”
“I never said I would go to the show with you.”
He laughs, and it’s the one where I know he’s going to say something that will make me want to punch him in the face. “I never asked if you wanted to.”
Yep. I definitely want to punch him in the face.
Before I can reply, he moves so that he’s now almost straddling me. The backseat is huge so it’s not like there is a lack of space. “I don’t think you really understand how this works, James.” Obviously not. “I don’t answer to anyone and I don’t ask anyone for permission. I do what I want when I want, and
He retracts his fingers but continues his journey up my leg until his hand cups me. He lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “I can see the fight in your eyes, but just remember what I can do to you. Only me, James.”
He smoothly moves back into the seat across from me. How can he seem so calm when every part of my body is screaming? I look around to see if anyone noticed our exchange and it seems no one did.
“You can look around all you want. I don’t care who is watching.” He goes back to eating his food as I try to seem as unaffected as possible. I know from the look on his face that I’m doing a horrible job.
I try to finish my meal without seeming like I’m about to combust from sexual frustration, but I barely make it. Drew doesn’t even ask the waitress for the check; he just takes out an obscene amount of money, puts it on the table, and gets up. There is no way our meal cost that much. He starts to walk away, but turns back toward me and stares as if to ask me what I’m waiting for. I can’t help but shake my head. I honestly don’t get people like him who just throw their money around.
I follow him out, but unlike when we showed up, there are photographers surrounding the entrance to the restaurant. Drew takes out his cell phone, “Yeah, I see them. Meet me by the back exit of the building.” He grabs my hand and we walk back toward the hostess stand. “I need to use your exit in the back of the building.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Walker, but I can’t let—”
“Yes, you can .” He takes another bill out of his wallet, I think it’s a hundred, and slaps it onto the stand in front of her.
She seems awestruck and within a minute snaps out of it. “Follow me.” She avoids eye contact with him and I sympathize with her. His eyes can make you melt and want to cower in a corner at the same time.
We walk back through the dining room, into the kitchen, and stop at a steel door. The hostess doesn’t say anything; she just stares at him as if she is waiting for him to show her some gratitude. Think again, lady, Drew Walker wouldn’t say thank you if you threw water on him if he was on fire.
He opens the door, and just as I expected, leaves without even glancing at the girl who noticeably pulled down her shirt as she walked us back. We climb into the car and have thankfully evaded any photographers that were waiting near the entrance. It’s really irritating how everyone bows down to him. I mean, sure he’s hot, and when he’s on stage you can’t take your eyes off him. He pulls you in with this energy and makes you want to make every wish of his come true. His touch is enough to… Ugh, I can’t even mentally hate him.
We drive onto the city streets and I realize I have no idea where we’re going. Not that I have ever had any idea what was going on or what to expect in the short time I’ve known him. “Where are we going?”
He looks over at me as if he’s contemplating answering me. He better give me a damn answer. I try to fight him and I try to stand up for myself, but every time I feel like I just end up looking like a child. “I have my second show tonight before we leave town; we’re going to the venue.”
“I never said I would go to the show with you.”
He laughs, and it’s the one where I know he’s going to say something that will make me want to punch him in the face. “I never asked if you wanted to.”
Yep. I definitely want to punch him in the face.
Before I can reply, he moves so that he’s now almost straddling me. The backseat is huge so it’s not like there is a lack of space. “I don’t think you really understand how this works, James.” Obviously not. “I don’t answer to anyone and I don’t ask anyone for permission. I do what I want when I want, and
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