*Isabella's POV*
" You were crystal clear that you don't like my presence, Isabella so go back to your friend" he said coldly. "But....I still owe you lunch " I responded nervously. He took a deep breath and sighed "Do as you please. My car is right outside." He said and walked away.
I mastered all the courage I had followed him to his car –black Lamborghini– took a seat in the passenger side and he started the car and speed off.
I sat there silently, nervously fiddling with my skirt as I watched him drive. "Nice...car" I said trying to break the silence. "Thanks" he simply replied. I got so flustered that I asked " Are you always driving it?"
"Yeah, like a normal person" he replied."Why? Does my lazy stuck up brother still not drive."he said and into laughter. " He doesn't " I replied and the car became silent again.
"Where are we going"
"To an Italian place. I googled it 5 stars. I hope its worth it" he replied.
"Is it expensive" I asked.
Well yeah" he replied.
"But l-" I nervously bit the inside of my cheek trying to remember what my credit card limit is.
"Wait! You would think" he paused and burst into laughter.
"What's so funny Mr. Lancaster " I spat out annoyed.
" That you actually thought I'd let you pay for lunch" he replied.
"But you said I owed you lunch?"
"As in accompanying me to lunch. I could never let a lady pay. Don't get me wrong i was just raised that way." he retorted.
We got to the restaurant and sat down as he grabbed the menu. " This place looks amazing " I said eyeing the restaurant. "Hope I can eat something decent. Like a New York pizza" he said while looking at the menu.
"A New York Pizza here. And isn't pizza originally from Italy? "I asked maked him roll his eyes. "But on this continent it's from New York "he countered.
" But that's a commoners dish. Are you too precious for a plain old boring pizza" I retaliated.
"I think you're confusing me for someone else you said it yourself. I am not my brother" he said and went in reading the menu.
"Pizza is still overrated " I said picking up my menu.
"What will you be having" Jacob asked.
" Seafood pasta" i replied excitedly.
"Good choice and a bottle of the finest wine I'd say white" he said. "But i can't Jacob we still have to get back to work afterwards" i countered. "Nonsense, Italian food without wine is just an abomination and we'll just have a glass of course" he retorted confidently. "Deal " I replied and we both burst out in a fit of laughter we called for a waiter ordered and twenty minutes later we were eating.
I couldn't comprihend how easy going things were with him. A hot, cocky, billionaire , owner of a worldwide corporation. He was like a breath of fresh air, a calming presence that made me feel at ease, and one that I didn't know I needed in my life until he appeared. Once he dropped the ladies man attitude, he was a cheerful, lively that you just couldn't get enough of.
Once we were done, with tears in my eyes from so much laughing, we strolled to his car. Leading me to his car, he placed his hand on my bal making me jump a little. "NO!" I exclaimed " no touching Jacob, please. If we continue to work and act civil, there can be no touching" I added. Jacob raised his hands, exaggerationg the surrender gesture. "Ok i promise no touching" he said and crossed a finger over his heart. If I'm being honest, his hand on my back did thing to my body. But once we hopped into the car and he started the engine, the trembling in my knees stopped and my brath steadied a little.
"Do you like it fast, Isabella" Jacob suddenly said breaking me away from my thoughts. Only when he flashed me his smirk did I realize what he meant.
"Jacob!" I shrieked in excitement. The thrill of being in a his speeding car took over my body and senses. And although I let myself go at that moment, Damien was still there, in the back of my mind...
When we got back to the office. " I am so full I feel like my stomach is about to burst" Jacob said and we both burst out into laughter. I laughed not only because of his silly joke but because I looked at the guy. His muscles were showing underneath his expensive shirt, pure Fibre and toned abs. This man did no justice to the word sexy.
My daydream was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. 'Sh**' I thought as I turned around to see my boss standing I'm my office, tapping his foot on the floor looking agitated. "Ms. Williams " he said coldly. "My Office, Now" he add and started to walk away.
"Brother wait. In her defense I was the one who-" Jacob was talking fast, throwing excuses, but Damien's authoritative stopped him in an instant.
"I'm sorry are you Ms. Williams?" He countered angrily. He didn't let it show in his tone but one look at is face told me he was livid. He left for the office meaning I was expected to follow. 'I'm in deep sh** now' I thought to myself as I mentally prepared myself to go to his office.
"You're not going in there alone" Jacob said.
"I'll be okay" I said reassuringly, but truth be told I was trying to convince myself. Jacob suddenly held my hand as if I was about to go to war. "Jacob let go. Don'toverreact you're making this harder than it should. I know the man. He's been my boss for two years now. I got this" I said pulling away and confidently walked into Damien's office. All the confidence left when I closed the door.
I've never been a coward before, but right now seen my boss fuming and throwing me these death stares, my stomach was in knots. "Isabella" he said expecting acknowledgement.
"Sir" I replied and there I saw it in his eyes a hinge of pain, sadness as if it would have made him happy if I had said Damien instead but in the blink of an eye it was gone making me wonder if it was ever there at all. He left his desk and walked straight up to me.
The anticipation was killing me. I've seen Mr. Lancaster angry before, but not with me.
"Is my brother bothering you?" He asked confusing the heck out of me. It took me three seconds for me to process the question.
"I know know how much of a pain in the a** he can be but please don't let him get to you. Don't feel like you owe him something because he is your superior" he continued sounding defeated rather than angry.
"You only report to me Do you understand, Isabella?" Damien Lancaster, acting like an alpha male, was enough for me to feel like my knees were failing me. Every time I heard that guttural voice of his reassuring me of his dominance, I wanted to get on my knees and please him.
"I understand sir. I am your service and your service alone" I replied ' Damm why does it sound so wierd' I thought.
"Good"