Chapter Twenty One.
Adriana looked down at Alfred's stitching job. "Not bad Alfie,"
"Thank you, Miss Stark, the extra instruction you gave me last weekend helped exponentially." He said smiling at her.
Adriana smiled back.
"If you two don't mind I will eventually be needing my arm back."
Adriana look from his stitched arm to Bruce's face. She was holding his arm in a vice like grip, not that Bruce was one to flinch. "Alright, keep your hair on," Adriana dropped his arm in pretend disgust and picked up the clean bandages.
"No restitching?" Adriana looked up at Bruce's question.
"No, can't be bothered." Bruce raised his eyebrows. Adriana shook her head, "Besides Mr. Wayne grizzly scars are sexy." She put the anti-infection ointment onto the wound then paused and looked up Bruce. "What bit you anyway? A Bear?"
Bruce scowled, "A dog," He shook his head when she raised her eyebrow, "Look, are you doing anything for dinner?"
Now both her eyebrows went up. "Ah, yes just what every woman wants, demands to know about her plans"
Bruce looked up at Adriana with soft eyes this time. "Sorry, do you have plans, I was thinking we could go the new restaurant I am thinking of buying,"
Adriana looked down at the wound, wrapping the gauze around it. "I have plans actually." Bruce's eyes snapped up to Adriana' s.
"You never have plans unless they involve me, or the hospital." Adriana looked at Bruce with a calm expression. Bruce stood up now that Adriana was done redressing the wound. He reached for his clean blue shirt.
"Yes, I have plans, you are going to be late for your board meeting, Bruce. How is the merger going anyway?"
"As expected, what are you doing tonight?"
Adriana glared at Bruce as he shrugged on the navy blue vest of his three piece suit. "Having dinner with an old friend. Why don't you take someone else to dinner. The tabloids would love it, there hasn't been much scandal in the papers recently."
Bruce's brow furrowed. "Who am I supposed to take, you are supposed to be my girlfriend."
Adriana still hadn't quite risen above the whole Bruce/Rachel thing, she wasn't quite ready to play the smiling girl friend for the paparazzi. "I have some contacts through the Russian ballet that's in town right now. Why don't I set you up with a ballerina?"
Bruce stared at her, as if scared that it was some kind of trap. "How do you know ballerinas?" It wasn't as intense as any of the previous questions, more just vague interest.
Adriana shrugged, "Let' s just say they are friends of Tony's," She smiled.
"You should come to dinner," Bruce said staring quite seriously at Adriana.
She shook her head, "You are going to be late for your meeting,"