Don't resist

"Kelsie, would you mind if we drop by a restaurant to have some dinner?" he spoke calmly. I stilled because I didn't know what to say.

"Dinner?" I asked him back with furrowed brows in confusion. 

"Yeah," he confirmed. I wanted to refuse but when I thought of my plan, I realized that would be a good opportunity. Besides, I felt famished listening to my professor.

"Alright," I replied like a whisper and I saw him suppressed a smile before we drove off.

“I know a restaurant around here that you will love,” he started a conversation and I just nodded at him. 

“How’s your class? Are you not having a hard time dealing with work and studies?" He sounded normal like talking to a friend. Honestly, the personality that I was seeing greatly puzzled me.

I cleared my throat “I’m used to it, Mr. Davis," I replied shortly but decided to elaborate a bit. "I need to work hard to earn a degree for a better future".

“I admire you for that,” he talked comfortably. My heart pulsated fast and narrowed my eyes at his response. "Are we friends or something?" the question popped on my mind in disbelief. 

"Thank you, Mr. Davis," was the only thing I said because I couldn't find any other words to say.

He breathed out heavily "Call me Brent from now on," he sounded normal.  I was hesitant to say yes but able to nod at him in return.

I lost track of our travel time when I realized his car halted in front of a Hotel. Not only an ordinary hotel but a luxury one. He immediately stepped out and handed his keys to the valet attendant. Truth be told, it was my first time to experience dining in a luxurious restaurant. I was hoping I won't embarrass myself in front of him.

“Good evening Mr. Davis” One of the attendants greeted formally before she guided us to our table. It was an Italian restaurant Pasta Infuriata located at the third level of the place.

“Let’s order first” he announced when we were seated across each other and the attendant quickly handed us the menu book.

"Order everything you want. I've proven all the dishes are good," he said after telling the attendant that he will get his usual. I had no idea what were those dishes on the menu because I could barely read them all. I just pointed the picture to her because I might pronounce it wrongly. I ordered only one from the list but Brent added some dessert and a glass of red wine for me.

“I guess you've been here a lot of times. It looks like all of the staff knows you” I said as soon as we were left alone.

He hummed “My friend Simon Vasquez owns this restaurant," he informed and added that Simon is also the chef. Oftentimes he visits him to catch up.

“Wow, impressive!” I murmured and noticed his brows furrowed at my reaction but I chose to ignore it.

I shifted my gaze and sighted a man in a chef uniform who was smiling widely approaching our table. “Davis, man what brought you here” he was grinning and happy to see him.  

“And who is this beautiful lady? I’m Simon,” He winked at me before offering for a handshake. He seemed a joyful person, opposite of Brent’s attitude.

Before I could reach for his hand “No touching Vasquez!” Brent interrupted and I even heard him hiss. 

“Damn Davis, I never thought you could be this possessive, huh? Simon chuckled and shook his head.

“This is my secretary, Kelsie Miller,” Brent's swift introduction. “Stop hitting on her,” he added but Simon didn’t mind. Instead, he playfully turned to me “Order anything you want Honey, everything's on me,” and winked again.  I saw Brent gritted his teeth while looking furiously at Simon.

“If stares could kill, I might be in the coffin right now,” said Simon who couldn't stop himself from teasing Brent.

"A piece of advice - please have a lot of patience for this grumpy man!" Simon laughed and it made me laughed too though Brent was a bit pissed. “Chill man! Anyway, enjoy dinner with your girl," and turned his back to go to the kitchen.

“Stop smiling at Simon,” Brent sounded serious.

“What? Simon seems nice and friendly,” I responded and realized I was retaliating.

“Don't resist, Kelsie," he was moody. I raised my left brow at him and waved at the waiter to serve me another glass of water because I felt thirsty dealing with his mood swings.

A minute later, our orders were served and we started to dig in silently. No one dared to talk and I focused on my food. I was famished and I had no energy left to argue with him.

Honestly, he was right that the dishes are good. I regretted having only one order. I laughed at my mind. Foolish!

"Eat your dessert," he pushed the plate towards me and I complied. I did not care if I looked bizarre eating like I was deprived of a whole week's meal. Well, no one would blame me, the foods were indeed delicious. I enjoyed all of them.

When we were done, he raised his hand for the bill but as per the attendant, everything is on Chef Simon. He reached for his wallet and pulled a 100$ bill tip. I could see how happy she was, of course, it was good money.

When we reached the outside of the hotel, his car was already there and the valet attendant handed him the keys back but not before giving him a 50$ tip. Whoa! Indeed, Brent is a generous person. Anyways, it's nothing compared to the billions of dollars that he has.

I rested my head on the car headrest because I felt sleepy. Maybe because of the wine I drunk after the meal as I'm not used to it.  I closed my eyes and didn’t realize I drifted to sleep.

I felt a warm hand caressing my face and when I opened my eyes, I met Brent’s hypnotizing stares. His face was just an inch away from mine. 

“You’re home, Baby,”