Chapter 310 - Bend Me Over
Lo and behold, from the window, he saw a taxi stop in front of the restaurant and sighed in relief when the door opened. He remained rooted to his spot, unable to go out and open the door for her, lest someone noticed him. It pricked his heart but he did what he could.
At first, he could only see her legs, completely covered in a red material. And soon, she was out in all her glory. The bell over the door chimed and flew open when she entered. Her hand slid into his and he pulled her in, nearly fainting at the sight of her.
"You look amazing," he said breathlessly.
She smiled, making him dizzy. She was dressed in red, the material skimming down her body, covering everything yet showing off her beautiful cures. It was a strapless dress, hinting at her cleavage and leaving her b.r.e.a.s.t to the imagination of the viewer. She wore the pendant his mother had given her and damn... it complimented her throat so well. Her hair was pulled to the back by a clip but some loose curls spilled out, framing her beautiful neck. With her smokey eyes and incarnadine lips, she looked nothing short of a siren.
He should have ushered her back into the cab and taken her to the hotel straight away.
"Thank you," she said, her tongue peeking out provocatively. The move was so enticing that he had to kiss her immediately. When they broke apart, he hurried her inside the restaurant. He placed the flowers in her arms, saying no more.
"Where did you get this suit?" she asked, bewildered. She hadn't seen this one before.
He smirked and kissed the back of her hand. "I took it from the movie's stylist. She informed me that I would be stabbed to death if I spill anything on it." He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Where did you get this dress?"
"Angelina pulled some strings and got a local boutique to deliver it to me this afternoon. You like?" Like she had to ask. "It cost a fortune, so you should humor me." She pouted.
"Did you spend all your money on this dress?" Cage frowned.
"No," she replied quickly. "Angelina is in the talks to be their face. They sent it to me as a favor to her. I don't know how to pay back all these influential people in my life." She scoffed. He rolled his eyes, placing his hand on her back and guiding her to their designated room.
The room was dark, the seat jet black and the windows tinted, showing off the city lights in the distance. A waiter appeared, helping pull the chair out for Katherine.
She sat across from him, looking out the window and sighing, content. "Would you like me to find something for the flowers?" the waiter asked politely. She startled back to look at the man and gave him a blinding smile, leaving the man befuddled.
"Thank you. I would appreciate that." She handed the flowers to him and he hurried away, trying to hold on to his professionalism. There was already a bottle of champagne in a bucket and two glasses already poured.
"What did you do to the poor man?" Cage teased. Before she could answer, they heard the clearing of a throat. Looking towards the direction of the sound, Katherine saw a famous chef standing at the head of the table.
"Chef Carlos!" Cage called, surprised. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I heard that you had made a reservation and had to prepare our traditional meal myself. It is designed to invoke all your senses and leave you in a state of bliss."
"Thank you. We look forward to it." A Michelin star chef cooking for her? To what did she owe this pleasure? She looked at Cage's unwavering eyes and knew the answer immediately. The chef had left without a sound and the two kept staring at one another. In the end, it was Katherine who broke the silence. "You're looking like I am on the menu."
"You are on the menu... later tonight." He smirked.
She burst into laughter. "I can't take you anywhere. You're always looking for ways to bend me over."
"It didn't seem like I was the only one. The waiter almost lost his eye back then. Good thing the restaurant is empty, I would have to kill them all otherwise."
"You're growing more violent every day!" she commented with a giggle. "Good thing. Now we can go on a murder spree and kill people who like the other half."
"You've rubbed off on me," he winked. He caressed her hand and watched her eyes darken with desire. "Even your skin is like silk," he observed.
"I'm lathering myself in oil too often. It's doing wonders to my skin." Two can play at the game, Mr. Cavanaugh.
The teasing continued and the food arrived. The food looked divine, but the ingredients were not... ideal. They were all the fancy things that Katherine didn't particularly enjoy. She couldn't speak up much because Cage had put in so much effort to bring them out.
"I usually eat what appeals to me," he spoke suddenly, changing the conversation. "I'm sure half the food we ordered will be thrown out. When we go out, we can get some burgers and fries. What do you say?" Katherine looked at him with wide eyes.
"Sounds good to me," she said finally. Leave it to Cage to know exactly what she was thinking.
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The call came in sometime early the next morning. The interns had gone over all his mail and found something surprising.
"What is it?" Cage asked, quickly leaving the bed and going to the bathroom so as to not wake Katherine up.
"It's nothing you haven't heard before. Mails from people who think they know you. A lot of them talk about you like the two of you are best friends. What's surprising is that they do talk about Giselle a bit. I took scans of the letters she received and it all fits in? Like it is part of one big conversation."
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