table.
“Thank you, but Gabriella doesn’t eat seafood,” mutters Aidan, not looking at either sibling as he picks up the menu and peruses it.
“What would you like button?” He mummers softly, leaning in closely to place a quick kiss on my temple.
The action speaks volumes as I note both brother and sister pause, giving each other a look and in this moment I could just kiss my wonderful man back. Without effort he has managed to convey his feelings for me loud and clear to everyone seated at the table.
“How unfortunate,” quips Amelia, with a dry smile. “And very limiting to one’s pallet. So Gabriella, I’m assuming you work for Aidan? Are you one of his many personal assistants?”
Before I can reply she continues, her remarks now directed towards Aidan, completely dismissing me.
“I thought this was an informal business dinner this evening Aidan,” she pouts rubbing her hand along Aidan’s arm.
“After all we did work out the majority of logistics this afternoon. I thought tonight would be more of a… relaxed affair. I’m sure you don’t want to over work your employees, darling,” she chortles with smugness.
Oh… the bitch is good, she knows full well by Aidan’s openly demonstrated affection towards me a moment ago that I’m not here as his employee.
What a flaming bitch! My hand is itching to wipe that smug little smirk of her too perfect face.
I knew something was off when I saw her practically hanging all over my man earlier today. I had this niggling suspicion and yet I still mentally berated myself for being so petty and jealous all freaking afternoon. Molly was so right – this cow needed to get slapped! I just wish I were the one who could do it.
“Well actually –,” I begin, only to be abruptly cut off by Aidan.
“Gabriella is my girlfriend, I would appreciate you extending the same courtesy to her as you do towards me,” he clips.
His tone is short but the congenial smile he flashes her has her blinking several times in confusion.
“Oh,” she gawps, looking like she has a lemon wedge in her pouty mouth.
“That’s nice. How long have you both been seeing each other?” Asks Adam with genuine interest.
“Long enough to not have Gabriella out of my sight for too long.” He reaches under the table giving my knee a soft squeeze.
Aidan’s reply evokes no further comment on the subject and the four of us sit in an awkward silence for several seconds until the waiter approaches.
As the evening progresses, I decidedly like Adam; he’s friendly with an easygoing nature. We chat intermittently through dinner whist Aidan and Amelia launch into a detailed business discussion, which becomes rather boring after awhile so I zone out and enjoy Adam’s mellowed company.
Aidan however, constantly touches me throughout dinner and at one point he reaches for my hand holding in his lap while asking if I was okay. The gesture was sweet, comforting and by the end of the dinner any feelings of jealousy and insecurity I had had completely dissipated.
Amelia on the other hand, frequently shot me daggers and pretty much ignored me the entire the evening, which was fine by me. I rather talk to her brother who was clearly the nicer of the two siblings and besides it was me who Aidan was taking home at the end of the night.
Just over two hours later we’re sitting in the back seat of the luxury SUV, Aidan’s arm wrapped around my shoulders as Tomas
“Thank you, but Gabriella doesn’t eat seafood,” mutters Aidan, not looking at either sibling as he picks up the menu and peruses it.
“What would you like button?” He mummers softly, leaning in closely to place a quick kiss on my temple.
The action speaks volumes as I note both brother and sister pause, giving each other a look and in this moment I could just kiss my wonderful man back. Without effort he has managed to convey his feelings for me loud and clear to everyone seated at the table.
“How unfortunate,” quips Amelia, with a dry smile. “And very limiting to one’s pallet. So Gabriella, I’m assuming you work for Aidan? Are you one of his many personal assistants?”
Before I can reply she continues, her remarks now directed towards Aidan, completely dismissing me.
“I thought this was an informal business dinner this evening Aidan,” she pouts rubbing her hand along Aidan’s arm.
“After all we did work out the majority of logistics this afternoon. I thought tonight would be more of a… relaxed affair. I’m sure you don’t want to over work your employees, darling,” she chortles with smugness.
Oh… the bitch is good, she knows full well by Aidan’s openly demonstrated affection towards me a moment ago that I’m not here as his employee.
What a flaming bitch! My hand is itching to wipe that smug little smirk of her too perfect face.
I knew something was off when I saw her practically hanging all over my man earlier today. I had this niggling suspicion and yet I still mentally berated myself for being so petty and jealous all freaking afternoon. Molly was so right – this cow needed to get slapped! I just wish I were the one who could do it.
“Well actually –,” I begin, only to be abruptly cut off by Aidan.
“Gabriella is my girlfriend, I would appreciate you extending the same courtesy to her as you do towards me,” he clips.
His tone is short but the congenial smile he flashes her has her blinking several times in confusion.
“Oh,” she gawps, looking like she has a lemon wedge in her pouty mouth.
“That’s nice. How long have you both been seeing each other?” Asks Adam with genuine interest.
“Long enough to not have Gabriella out of my sight for too long.” He reaches under the table giving my knee a soft squeeze.
Aidan’s reply evokes no further comment on the subject and the four of us sit in an awkward silence for several seconds until the waiter approaches.
As the evening progresses, I decidedly like Adam; he’s friendly with an easygoing nature. We chat intermittently through dinner whist Aidan and Amelia launch into a detailed business discussion, which becomes rather boring after awhile so I zone out and enjoy Adam’s mellowed company.
Aidan however, constantly touches me throughout dinner and at one point he reaches for my hand holding in his lap while asking if I was okay. The gesture was sweet, comforting and by the end of the dinner any feelings of jealousy and insecurity I had had completely dissipated.
Amelia on the other hand, frequently shot me daggers and pretty much ignored me the entire the evening, which was fine by me. I rather talk to her brother who was clearly the nicer of the two siblings and besides it was me who Aidan was taking home at the end of the night.
Just over two hours later we’re sitting in the back seat of the luxury SUV, Aidan’s arm wrapped around my shoulders as Tomas
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