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“It’s. Not.” I stand before he can stop me and walk over to Bridgett. She smiles when she sees me approaching but it falters when she sees my face. I’m not angry with her. Just irritated with her response to looking at Sav. “Is there a problem?” I ask when I get to her station.
“No, sir. I’m here to—”
I cut her off. “There is no need for you to be afraid of Mr. Benavelli. He’s a kind man that was in a terrible accident.” He’s kind tome, so I’m not technically lying. “It doesn’t help when people stare at him and judge him before they know him. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Looking slightly ashamed, she nods and drops her head. At least I can change the perception of one person when it comes to my man. My man for the next few months, anyway.
Giving her a small smile when she meets my eyes again, I head back to the table to an amused Savage. When I sit back down, he holds a fork to my lips with a piece of scallop on it. I open for him and he slides the fork in. I moan when I take the scallop into my mouth. It’s delicious. “Have you tasted it? It’s so good.”
He smiles and spears one, putting it into his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, then leans forward to me. “Janet probably could have made it better.” I laugh at him, then motion for him to give me more. He does, taking the time to feed me and himself until it’s all gone. Then we start in on the bruschetta.
Shortly after we finish with the appetizer, Bridgett comes over with the pasta I must have smelled when I walked in. She makes eye contact and smiles at Savage, which I’m sure surprises him, then she smiles at me. “I hope you enjoy. I left dessert on the workstation. Thank you for having me.” She gathers her things and waves as she heads out.
Savage watches her leave then his gaze drops to me. “What did you say to her?”
“I told her she shouldn’t judge you because she shouldn’t. No one should be afraid of you because of your scars, baby. I won’t tolerate it.”
He stares at me. And stares. And stares. Then he stares some more. Until it gets uncomfortable. “What?” I squirm in my chair under his gaze.
He clears his throat and drops his eyes. “Nothing. No one has … no one …” He pauses and takes a deep breath. Putting his forearms on the table, he looks deeply into my eyes. “No one has stood up for me like that before.”
“Oh, baby.” I walk around to his side, sitting on his lap. “I’ll always take up for you if someone treats you unfairly in front of me. You believe me?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Good,” I say, brushing my lips across his cheek.
I try to move from his lap, but he holds me close. “No, sit here. We can eat together.” It’s the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me. Savage is so gentle and sweet with me. Softer than I would think but expecting nothing less.
When we finish with our pasta, I go grab our tiramisu from the workstation, then sit my ass right back on Savage’s lap. I feed him this time, real domestic-like, and Savage’s eyes twinkle with enjoyment the whole time. I really wish I could go with him when he leaves. We could have this forever.
Stuffed is the only word I can describe how I feel right now. The food was spectacular, and the company was better, even though we didn’t speak much. I grab a napkin and wipe his mouth, even though he didn’t spill. Not like the first time we had dinner. That was a sight, but also quite funny.
“You look great tonight, Abel. Do you like the shoes?” I hold my foot up and he grabs my leg, angling it this way and that.
“I love them. I can leave them on while we fuck tonight if you want.”
Savage barks a laugh and lowers my foot. “We’re not fucking tonight, Abel.”
I lean back and look at him. “No?” Savage shakes his head. Why?” I whine. Yes, I am addicted to his cock. I am not ashamed to admit it or pout for it. “You sure?”
He kisses my cheek and rubs my thigh. “Yes, I’m sure. I want to talk and cuddle if that’s okay with you.”
Smiling at him, I nuzzle under his neck. “Yes, baby. Can we stay here for a little while longer?”
“Of course.” He kisses me on the forehead and rubs my back.
“Sav?” He hums in response. “Tell me how Quin came up with the idea.”
He chuckles. “I told him you’re the type of man that enjoys being romanced. He said there’s nothing more romantic than a date tailored especially for you. I came up with the chef and he called to book her. We checked the weather and found it would be chilly, so he said the tent would keep you warm and we could have some privacy. Like we were in an actual restaurant. He and Michael set everything up for us.”
Smiling, I give him a long hug. “It’s perfect. You three did an excellent job. Thank them for me, yeah?” He nods and smiles back at me, blowing me away with how beautiful he is.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone. Soft music floats around us and I look around, spotting the speakers in every corner. “Will you dance with me?” Savage asks, holding his hand out. Tears pricking my eyes, I nod, taking his hand.
Leading me to a space a few feet from the table, he puts his hands around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck. And there, we glide across the floor, moving to the music. I lean into his chest, breathing him in and enjoying his warmth. The song changes a few times, but no matter how fast the beat is, we stay close, swaying in each other’s arms.
No one else has done anything like this for me before. I don’t think I could have imagined this in my wildest dreams. He put so much thought into our date. I keep blinking back the tears of happiness every so often so he won’t think I’m sad.
