CAMILA'S POV:
"Waiter!" He called with his dark gaze still on me. The middle aged man who served us came into the room immediately and Blaine didn't even spare him a glance.
"Put the bill on my tab. We are done here." He pushed his chair to stand and buttoned up his suit jacket. The waiter bowed and left us.
Blaine approached my seat and slowly crouched down till he was next to my legs. He picked them up one by one and helped me clasp my heels back on my feet. The act of service just made me want to let him do unspeakable things to me. But I refrained myself from saying anything and just watched him quietly. When he was done he dropped my legs back to the ground and got to his feet.
"Shall we?" He asked with his hand stretched towards me. I put my hand in his calloused ones a
