"Hannah, he is my bodyguard, but also my best friend.
James, this is Hannah, the new image of the company. "- James gets into the car without heeding the words
from Edward and continuing acting as I didn't exist.
Apparently they are friends.
I wonder how a man like him can consider an asshole like James a friend. At the same time
I really have to worry: I don't know the bodyguard well, but since I arrived here I have learned to understand that he is not someone
I can trust.
He would be able to tell Edward the truth any moment, and I'm even more sure about that now that I know they are friends.
Or won't tell anything but he'll ask me something in return from me ...
"Excuse him. We have known each other since high school and he has remained the same rude and bully man of ten years ago.
I had to hire him as a bodyguard not to get rid of him."- he rolls his eyes again, but at the
at the same time I wonder why James accepted his proposal, if he is as jerk as Edward describes him.
I nod to his words, pressing my lips:
"Don't worry, he won't be a problem." - he tries to reassure me and I really hope it's true!
I follow him in the car, after he anticipates me to open the door.
I notice that James is seated in the front place, next to the driver, which relaxes me, while Edward takes his seat by my side.
"To where, sir?"-the driver starts asking with a formal tone.
«FrescheFrench, we've already been there.» - he communicates to the driver, who in turn nods.
"How long have you lived here?" -he brings his attention back to me, while I already think of another lie to tell to the man with whom I want to share the rest of my life.
"For a few days, actually ..." - I clear my throat, after all it hasn't been a week since I've been
moved to Gordon's house.
A long week full of adventures...
"Oh, did you come especially for my company?"
- he asks with such a big smile in his face that I just nod, feeling uncomfortable.
Not only because I don't want to tell him these lies, but I also wouldn't like James to be with us because he knows the truth, in fact he looks at me sideways through the rearview mirror, and that look sounds like
a threat to me.
«Yes, I come from Coumpton.» - I say proudly, trying not to look like Donatello's Abacuc.
After all I look a lot like it, if only I was bald and with a cloak on, and also twice as tall as
what I am, I could replace him in Florence.
I shake my head, really making an effort to follow Edward's speech, but I dwell on
his lips so much that I no longer understand anything of what he says right now.
"... I don't know them, but my father says they are good people, so my father goes there often."
I nod like a fool again as he smiles.
I try to start a new speech, but I remain silent, waiting for him to continue to make me
other questions, but the rest of the journey continues silently.
Maybe I made him believe his questions are unwelcome.
Damn! I'm a fool!
I keep insulting myself until the moment the car stops and Edward gives instructions to the driver about the time
in which to come and pick us up.
I leave the car to follow him, while I observe from outside the restaurant we are heading towards: from the sign is simple to understand the costs of the menu, given by the size and elegance of the place.
I have visited all the German Hallenkirken and admired them, but this building is fantastic.
Edward gestures for me to wait, then walks away towards the reception:
"Do you have to chase us all evening?" - I hasten to ask and turn to James with an annoyed face as soon as he stops by my side.
He raises an eyebrow as he watches me with, then draws his attention elsewhere, I think towards a maid's ass.
I raise my eyes to the sky, looking around again: I am surrounded by sweet & tie men and women
adorned with earrings and necklaces that most likely cost more than them.
As I concentrate on staring at the faces of each of them, I decide to take advantage of our loneliness, to ask the asshole next to me to keep his mouth shut ... at least until I decide to speak
alone to Edward. If I will.
"Listen ..." - I turn to his side sighing, but I freeze when I see him already far away, intent on flirting
with a waitress.
I clench my tired jaw: it seems that he doesn't care in the least that I lie shamelessly to his friend!
He's so arrogant that I'm actually starting to hate him.
I watch him smile mischievously at the woman in front of him as his hand ends up beside the waitress.
He contracts his muscles, highlighting his features, while I jump in feeling a hand
lean on my shoulder.
"Shall we go and take a seat?" - Edward smiles at me, then I reciprocate, and then follow him and without looking at the
womanizer behind me.
"Where has James gone?" - he asks shortly after, looking around.
"To fuck with a blonde." - I would like to say, but I just shake my head and try to be as polite as possible:
"Maybe he felt the need to go to the bathroom." - I try to convince him.
Better without the bodyguard than with his eyes on me to make me feel guilty.
I walk over to the table, where a waiter waits and I understand why when he moves my chair back.
I blush slightly in front of all that courtesy, and then I find myself in front of Edward with a menu in my hands.
I try to choose between the dishes, but everything seems to be written in Arabic: Scottish Haggis, Khash, Hakarl, Stinkheadds,
Escargot à la Bourguignonne !!!
"What do you want?" - I jerk my head up at the arrival of the waiter a little while ago.
Edward looks at me, urging me to speak.
I've never been disappointed with French cuisine, so I opt for the Escargot, which luckily I don't have to
pronounce :
"The specialty of the week." - I smile, then to be followed by Edward who orders something that sounds Japanese.
"So… on Monday you'll start the set with our stylist Carl, but first I wanted to talk to you about the salary
that you will receive every week ... »- I had forgotten that I would be paid.
Actually I didn't even think about it, but now things are really getting complicated.
It looks like I'm deceiving him to... steal from him!
"Er ... every week?" - I ask, while he nods.
I try to follow him as he clarifies every detail: I widen my eyes when he shoots the first number, and then
I almost choke with the white wine, when he guarantees that, hopefully, my salary will double at the third
week.
I have to tell him the truth! I have to tell him!
Damn it!
I start to open my mouth, after taking a deep breath, but I am interrupted by a dish that is placed in front of me: eating something will help me sort my thoughts!
Come on, France, make me feel proud!
I make a huge smile for the comfort that food will give me, but I'm mortified when I find myself in front of a snail with the shell cooked and filled with parsley.
I immediately bring a but in front of my mouth, taking advantage of Edward's distraction as he talks to the
waiter, at the exact moment James joins us.
He positions himself behind Edward, straightening his back, while looking at me sideways.
He moves his eyes from the plate to my hand, then I take it off immediately, even if I'm about to throw up.
He raises a corner of his mouth, while I give him another grim look, and only now I notice his shirt
slightly wrinkled and the swimsuit zip opened.
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