Date Night Yes..

"The best first impression you can give is when you show who you really are and not who you think others want you to be....."

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Xavier POV

I haven't been able to get that girl named Lesha out of my head. Normally I just go for flings and a small one night stand sometimes, but when it comes to her, everything is different. I don't know if its because of how innocent she looked at me when I saw her in Vince, to the wide smile she gave me at the club, or most importantly, how she doesn't recognize who I am.

I haven't experienced that before; meeting someone who knows nothing about me. It's kind of refreshing and it just makes me more curious about her.

It's been three days since I met her at the club and I've never regretted anything but not taking her number that night. She hasn't called me once since then and now I'm wondering if I came on too strong or if she lost my number or just doesn't remember me at all.

I am at work right now, working on a very important contract to buy out a Hotel in Australia, when I hear my phone rang. I look at the caller ID but I don't recognize the number. I answer anyway. "Hello?" I say.

In a shaky voice, I hear the person start to speak, "Ahh.. hello Xavier, i...it's me Lesha fro..from the club."

As soon as I hear that, a smile starts to form on my face. "Oh, hello, baby girl, you finally called, I was kinda expecting you to call me three days ago." I say with a little chuckle at the end.

She giggles, and continues in a soft, shaky voice, "Ahh.... sor..sorry about that, I was just building my courage to call you".

"It's okay, at least you called, right?" I say in a reassuring voice, "Well, I'm at work now, but I get off six. Wanna go grab dinner with me later?"

"Mmhmm.. su..sure I'll love to, I'll just let my grandma know." she replies.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at seven," I say, but then I pause, just picking up that she had just said she'll have to ask her Grandmother for permission. My eyebrows furrow, and I grow concerned while thinking, oh, god, no, please don't tell me she's underage, could she have used a fake ID to get into the club? With that thought, I smile to myself, because she don't look like the bad girl type. I decide to ask her, "Wait, did you say grandma? How old are you?"

"Well, we met when I had just turned 18, is that okay?" she says quickly. "Because I'll understand if it's not... may I ask, how old you are as well," she continues in a timid small voice.

I feel relieved and I let out a small breath that I didn't even know I was holding in. "Mmhm.. Well, then, happy belated birthday, Lesha, and yes, of course it's fine," I say, a smile on my face as I spoke. "I am 24 years old, and may I have your address, so I know where to pick you up?"

She tells me thank you and gives me her address. We say our goodbyes and I hang up. I know I look stupid right now with the big smile on my face, but she finally called me, and I can't wait to see her later. I stifle my smile and call for my assistant Phin, and share with him that I have a date tonight. I honestly see him as a father figure, especially since my own father couldn't fill that role. I ask him to make a 7:00 reservation for me at Roberto's.

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I ring the doorbell and lean up against her door frame, my hands in my pockets and a small smile resting upon my face as I think about what I have planned for the night.

Lesha opens the door and I look her up and down. God, she looks good, the silver dress she is wearing outlines every curve of her body, and I could already feel myself getting hard. I know for sure this night will end with me taking a cold shower.

"You are looking beautiful tonight, Lesha." I say seductively, to which I receive a shy smile from her in return.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself," she says while blushing, averting her eyes. She looks behind her, looking at someone or something, I could see from where I was standing.

"Lesha, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" I heard someone ask, only to see this elderly lady step out eyeing me. I put two and two together and conclude that the old woman is Lesha's grandmother.

"Nana, this is Xavier, my date for the night, Xavier, this is my Nana, Ms.Ox." I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers.

Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

Lesha says goodnight one last time to her grandmother and we leave the house.

"Your grandmother is scary." I say while chuckling. We walk up to my car, and she stops in awe at the sight of my pride and joy: my BMW i8. I open the door for her, and she gets in. I enter my side of the car and start the engine.

As we drive off, she asks where we are going and I simply says that it's a surprise, with a smirk resting upon my face. After fifteen minutes of driving, we stop at Roberto's.

We get out of the parked car and head inside. We are greeted by a hostess dressed in a short pencil foot black skirt and a tight white button down blouse. "Hello, have you made reservations for tonight?" she asks with a wide smile, looking right at me.

I respond with a nod of my head. "It's under Mr. Black."

The hostess's facial expression changes to a shocked look. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.Black, right this way please." she says in a small voice. She turns and leads us to a private table for two, seated at the back of the restaurant, and quickly leaves after we have been seated. I made Phin my assistant, pick the seat where we could see the view from outside, with the contrast of the stars shining brightly and the landscape of the city, thinking she might like it.

"This is so beautiful, Xavier," I hear her say as she continues to take in the view.

"Yeah, it is, I chose this seat because it has the best view and I thought you might like it," I say slyly, "But if I am going to be honest, the view that's right across me is much more beautiful." I stare at her thinking about just how sexy she is, most beautiful for sure, and she looks down trying to hide her growing red face.

"Thank you." she replies, making eye contact with me with a smile on her face.

Our waitress comes to our table in a short amount of time, placing two glasses of water on our table and handing us two menus.

We order cheese sticks for appetizers, and I order Chateau Lafite 1787 for drinks which is vintage Red wine, one of my favorites, and we also order Lasagna and chicken marsala for our main course and chocolate covered cheesecake for dessert, at least she did.

We eat and talk about the simplest of things. I tell her that I'm the owner of the St. Black Worldwide Steel Industry and a few small businesses like clubs, restaurants, and more, which essentially made me a millionaire. We talk about my younger sister, Marsha, who just like Lesha is taking a year break from school which I learn from her telling me. Lesha explains to me about why she had moved to her grandmother's and some tidbits about her family.

She also makes it clear to me that she likes me but if I'm only trying to get into her pants, we could just stop wasting time because she's not ready nor willing to give it up just yet, to which I reassure her that I wasn't that type of guy. I have to say when she told me that I had a lot more respect for her, she just made me want to protect her and stay by her side as long as she allows me to. She is just different from all the other girls I've met, dated and fucked. We just seem to talk endlessly, and she's so much more interesting than the previous girls I've taken out. Sometimes as she ate, I would simply watch her, and appreciate her beauty. Every time our eyes met, she gave me a smile and blushed, which made me smile back.

I tell her that I love horror movies (just like her) but I have a soft spot for some romantic classics such as Titanic, because my little sister would force me to watch them with her, so I gradually started to like them but I would never admit that to her.

We drive back home and park on the streets outside of her gates, just looking at each other, not knowing what to say. "Thank you Xavier, I had a really lovely night," she says in a soft voice to break the silence.

"Me too, and I'll love for it to happen again, maybe this Friday night," I say, looking at her intensely, as her molten silvery looking eyes draw me in.

She smiles and locks eyes with me, "Yes, I'd love to." she answered shyly. With that, we say our goodbyes and as she is about to go, I don't know what came over me but I knew I didn't want her to leave yet so I pull her back to me and kiss her with all the passion I had bottled up all night. I feel myself growing hard as the kiss intensifies. she moaned when she felt my tongue enter her mouth, pulling me closer to her, running her fingers through my hair, turning me on even more, I knew if I didn't stop now I would lose control.

We separate to catch our breaths and rest our foreheads against each other, looking into one another's eyes. "Good night." we both say at the same time, still in our daze. With one last peck on the lips and a see you Friday, she stepped out of my car. Leaving me with a raging hard on, I drive off, before I could talk myself into leaving my car and starting up something I knew she wouldn't be able to handle just yet.

When I reach home, I park my car and went inside my house. I walk into the bathroom, accepting my faith of taking a cold shower tonight. In all honesty, it didn't help, because I couldn't stop thinking about how she felt while so close to me, how her lips felt on mine, and I could help but think about how she would taste and scream out my name as I pleasure her with my mouth.