The Italian Billionaire and His Run Away Bride

Chapter 6

Samuel brought me to a fine dining restaurant downtown. People were looking at us as the attendant brought us to our table.

Who wouldn't look if you're walking with The Samuel De' Luca and treating me like I am his girlfriend? A while ago, when I got in his car, all he said was, " Sei bellissima, cara."

He guided me to our table with his hand on my back, then pulled a chair for me before he went to his own chair.

We are seated at a very secluded yet romantic area near the window overlooking the city. Samuel is a frequent customer here, judging on every staff's attention, especially the women.

Then a waitress came to our table to give us our menu. She gave it to Samuel with a coquette smile on her face. She passed my menu to me without even looking at me. I glared at her back and then concentrated on my menu.

Samuel saw what I did and chuckled. The waitress continued flirting with him and didn't leave our table. Instead, she blatantly ogled Samuel and completely ignored my existence.

" What can I get you for your drink Mr. De' Luca?" She asked too sweetly and tugged on her shirt front to reveal her non-existent boobs.

" Please give us a bottle of your best wine, Angie." He answered her in a clipped tone then looked at me.

" Have you decided on what to order, dolcezza?" He asked in a very sensual voice. I heard the waitress named Angie, gasped, and stared at me with jealousy on her face. Take that, you b***h, I thought to myself.

" I'm not really sure what to eat, Samuel. Why don't you order for me?" I answered him and flashed him a sweet smile, making Angie blushed in anger, and Samuel had an amused look on his face.

" Alright then, for our starter, give us the Salmon Nicoise. As for the main course, we'll have the Chef's special. Would you like some dessert, cara?" He lifts his eyes to me and raised one brow, waiting for me to decide.

" Hmmm, so hard to choose, so many treats, but I think I'd like a cannoli," I told him, not looking at the b***h.

" Cannoli it is, that's it, Angie, thank you." He told the waitress dismissively and passed our menu back to her.

" Alright then, Mr. De' Luca, I'll be back with your wine in a while." She said, smiling at him and then turned to me with daggers in her eyes. I raised one of my brows at her and smiled menacingly.

" If I'd known better, cara, I think you're jealous of the waitress." He said with amusement in his voice.

" Jealous? Really? Don't be too confident, Samuel. You're delusional ever to think that. Why should I be jealous? I was just annoyed at her behavior. She clearly ignores me as if I am not here." I told him and laughed at his ridiculous assumptions.

" I am also a food server, but I don't treat my customers the way she treated me. It is very disrespectful." I explained, still annoyed at the waitress.

" I know, and I'm sorry about that, amore. Just ignore her, okay?" He smiled and reached for my hand. He squeezed my hand lightly and caressed it with his thumb.

" Mr. De' Luca, can you please tell me what you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him warily, snatching my hand back, and placed it in my lap.

Before he could answer, though, our waitress, Angie, came back with our wine. She was about to pour a glass for Samuel, but he stopped her and said he'll do it himself. Then he dismissed her with his hand.

He poured me a glass, then poured his own glass, lifted it to his lips, and took a sip, eyes focused on me.

" I told you, I want you to work for me. I was impressed by your credentials, and I needed an assistant ASAP." He said after putting back his glass on the table.

" Don't give me that bullshit, Samuel. I'm not a kid." I fired at him, rolling my eyes.

" So I noticed, dolcezza. You are a stunning woman, the first time I saw you at Ramon's Diner with flushed face, panting, you got my attention." He admitted right away.

" The way you handled Ramon when he was reprimanding you for being late was so sexy, and your feistiness added to my desire to know you better." He continued. I was dumbfounded, lost for words at his blunt admission. So he was there this afternoon, s**t, the chance of him not recognizing me free thin.

I took a long swig of my wine and swallowed hard. His beautiful, piercing, grey eyes are setting my body on fire. Not to mention his sexy Italian accent, he raised his glass at me and took another sip.

This guy is really dangerous. He surely knows how to make a woman squirm just by merely looking at her. But I think he's not totally honest. I think he knows it was me that night.

If what he said about seeing me for the first time is true, I believe he knows it was me that night. He wants to keep me close so that he could keep an eye on me.

" Are you sure that's the only reason Mr. De' Luca?" I asked him in a grave face and stared him down.

" That and some other things, dolcezza. I also intend to have you in my bed soon." He said those words without even blinking, and I choked on my wine. I stared at him with wide fiery eyes, the nerve of this man!

" At first, I thought you were just delusional, but now I think you're crazy! Do you really think I will jump in your bed just because you dined and wined me?"

" Please don't insult my integrity. Mr. De' Luca, give me more credit than that. I'd rather use my toys than let you f**k me." I lowered down my voice on the last sentence and roamed my eyes around me to make sure no one heard that.

" Oh, Bambina, believe me, you will be on my bed sooner than you expected. And I promise you, I will satisfy you more than your toys ever could, and you'll be asking for more." He drawled in his Italian accent, and eye f****d me right there on that table.

I suddenly find it hard to breathe. I feel hot and disturbed at the same time. I think I'm gonna come just by listening to his voice.

" You look flushed, Tesoro; everything okay?" He asked and smirked at me. Clearly, he knows what he is doing to me. Thankfully, before I can answer him, our food arrived.

I chose not to answer him and dig on my food without looking at him. I suddenly feel hungry, but I'm not sure if it's the food I'm craving or something else, or should I say someone?