"We are underdressed for this place." Bella mumbled as I wrapped my arm around her waist.
"Money speaks volumes." And my gift would shove any human into submission.
"I have no doubt that you can get us in." I made eye contact with the stewardess and she looked away quickly, creating a mixture of fear and lust. It seems that Bella really is the only person who I don't immediately invoke fear in.
"Table for two. Near the back." I said to the waitress.
"Uhm, but-"
"Is that a problem?" I scowled at her and she shrank away from me.
"No, it's- just this way." The waitress stuttered and tripped as she turned around. I watched her fall as I made sure Bella was out of range. "Shit- oh, I mean sorry- I mean excuse me." She said while still on the ground. Bella moved in between us.
"Here, let me help you." She took the waitress by the hand and pulled her up, but she didn't let go. Instead Bella moved closer to her, invading her personal space. "Sorry about him. I know he's a little rough around the edges, but he has a good soul. So can you please get us a table, some place secluded?" The waitress nodded and began leading us to a table. Bella pointed at me and mouthed the word 'vinegar' then pointed to herself and mouthed 'honey'. I just shook my head in laughter.
The waitress sat us at a table in the corner of the restaurant, partially hidden from view.
"A waiter will be with you shortly." She said before scurrying off, still recovering from the scare I gave her. I glanced at the menu, already knowing I was just going to get a steak. I watched Bella as she read, her eyes gliding over the pages and fingers rapping against the menu.
I pulled my eyes away from Bella and looked around the room. It was mostly filled with old white people. One of the men was staring at Bella or to be more precise he was staring at the small amount of cleavage she was revealing. Piece of shit old fucker. He was lucky that I had already decided to spend my day with Bella. I breathed in deeply, trying to identify his scent so I could kill him later on. For now I just sent him a shitload of anxiety and fear, causing him to leave without even paying.
Once he was gone I focused on Bella again. This place probably had great bathrooms. I wonder if she'd be willing to fuck in one… I checked my watch. Naw, we didn't have enough time for that if she still wanted to laze around in the hot tub tonight.
The waiter took our orders and I relaxed in my chair, enjoying Bella's light humming. She seemed to be drifting into her own world. Her joy was fluctuating, always above the average happiness. Humor and anticipation weaved in and out of her happy cloud of emotions. There was one emotion she had that was disturbing me though. Her warm feeling of caring that she always felt around me was growing stronger, hedging on love. I had not planned on love- Hell I hadn't even planned on anything really beyond this weekend.
"What?" Bella asked as the waiter set down our meals.
"Just looking at what's mine." Bella's lust jumped up. "Want to go see if the bathrooms are as fancy as the rest of the restaurant is?" I asked suggestively. Bella bit her lip before shaking her head.
"Food." Bella said simply while pointing at her pasta dish.
"Alright." I shrugged and cut into my steak.
Bella's attention was completely on her own meal, allowing me to slip a few pieces of mine into a napkin.
"You want a bite?" Bella offered halfway through her meal.
"I don't eat," I gestured to her dish, "that. Though I would like a bite of you."
"Save it for tonight." Bella said while winking.