Céline was too beautiful.
He couldn’t remember the numbers of time he had said it in his head ever since he met her but he knew they were a lot. She was indeed beautiful.
Damien was utterly charmed by her every action and he knew he was starting to fall. But he pushed that feeling away, it was too soon to start feeling that way.
He remained quiet, more for his own sanity than her embarrassment. They soon got to the restaurant and he maneuvered around, trying to find a good spot to park his car. When he was done, he stepped out of the car and went to open the door for Céline, she was still blushing, but she could look him in the eye again.
The restaurant he chose for the lunch was one of his many outlets, but he hardly ever visited it. He had the restaurant made for couples, like his friend Charles, since he had no one special to bring he never came, until now.
It didn’t mean that Céline was someone special to him. Well- she was special. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself that she was more than just a girl he met at the club and took home.
His head was starting to ache, trying to comprehend what he felt for Céline.
He gave her his hand and she hesitantly took it. The moment their fingers connected, it felt like a spark went through his body. He looked down at her and she was glowing red -she must have felt it too.
The Maroon, was a very luxurious and expensive place to eat. It was mostly frequented by patrons in the area or couples who wanted to give themselves a special treat just like he had planned for it to become. It had a large chandelier hanging at the center of the ceiling and Damien smiled, recollecting the argument he had with Brian before he finally purchased it. Brian was an interior designer and architect, he thought the chandelier was going to be too much, but Damien had insisted so it stayed.
The chairs were in shades of black and velvet green, arranged in clusters of twos or threes. There was a few bigger clusters too for family dinners or get together.
None of the junior staffs in the restaurant knew him as the owner, since he never came, but nevertheless they were properly ushered in.
They gave them a table by the window, one always reserved for couples on a date. He and Céline were not really on a date but the waiter that welcomed them probably thought they were.
As they got to their table, he released her hand. His nerves pulled at each other in protest at the emptiness his hand felt, but he ignored it.
-If all went well, it would be more than her hand he would be holding on to tonight-
He pulled a chair for her and took his own seat opposite her.
Céline was lost in the designs of the beautiful restaurant, she had probably never been here before. It made Damien happy to know he was the first to bring her to a place like this.
A satisfactory smile covered his face.
“What would you like to have sir?” The waiter politely questioned, offering them the menu.
“Give us the house special with a bottle of champagne please,” Damien said to the waiter.
At the mention of champagne, Céline snapped out of her admiration of the restaurant and turned to Damien.
“What’s the occasion?” She demanded, confusion lacing her beautiful face.
“You,” Damien simply said, looking into her eyes.
The waiter took that as his cue to leave and politely made an exit.
A faint smile danced on her lips but she tried to hide it. “What do you mean me? Today is not my birthday.”
“I want to celebrate you for the wonderful work you have done on your first day.” Damien explained calmly. His brown eyes were fixed solemnly on her. The beautiful designs he had chosen for his restaurant, didn’t stand a chance to compare to the Angel in front of him.
“Oh- I d-idn’t do m-uch,” she stuttered. She was blushing again as she spoke.
“How did you know I loved black coffee?” Damien clasped his hands together and moved closer to the table.
“I just figured…”
Damien raised his brow slightly, urging her to go on with her explanation. But she bent her head low, hiding her face.
“You are so beautiful when you do that.” Damien knew he was smiling sheepishly at this point, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Céline tried to say something but words failed to leave her lips.
The waiter arrived with their order and placed it on the table. He uncorked the bottle of champagne and poured it into two glasses, placing each in front of them, he bowed slightly.
“Enjoy your meal,” he said, before taking two steps backward and finally making a turn to return to serving other customers.
Céline immediately took her cutleries and took a portion of her food into her lovely mouth. The same mouth that had caused tremors to shoot to his very core when she placed his very erect cock in her mouth.
In seconds, he was hard and horny.
“Won’t you eat?” Céline asked, staring at him.
Damien had to mentally force himself to inspect the food in front of him. He didn’t want to stop looking at the work of art in front of him. He didn’t want to stop thinking about what her mouth did to him.
But he had to.
The dish was a plate of deliciously made mushrooms with chicken. The chef must have taken their time to design the food because it looked like if he placed his fork it would destroy the fine work.
“Why do they go through all these trouble?” Céline’s soft voice reached his ears and he stared back at her.
She was taking her time to dig into the food, careful not to destroy the circle the chef had created with the mushrooms.
Damien chuckled again.
It was these little things she did that made him attracted to her. These things about her embedded itself in his memory like a tattoo. He knew he could never get rid of her.