The Bodyguard

Chapter 20 - Dream House

The Italian place is as cute as he said it would be. It’s tiny with only about eight tables in total, but very traditional and romantic and it smells amazing, I can't wait to taste the food here.  We’re shown to a small table for two with candles on the table, there's a red table cloth and the seats are dark wood with green cushions. We order some drinks while looking through the menu, but the drinks arrive quickly so I order the first thing I see that takes my interest, while Gabriel orders without even looking.  He obviously eats here often and knows exactly what he likes.  His decisiveness in most things impresses me, he knows what he wants in many respects.I’m sipping my glass of red wine while we talk about his cottage and he tells me he had a designer do it all, but to his specifications. It is exactly his taste, which is stylish, particular, clean and deliberate.  Everything about him is like this and I find it very attractive, I can only dream of being like that.

He strokes my hand and tells me for the tenth time tonight that I look beautiful. I grin shyly, I don't accept compliments well, but I do appreciate them and I'm trying to get more comfortable and confident for his sake.  He doesn't want a woman who is all over the place with low self esteem.

I didn’t know what we would be doing this weekend, but I’m glad I packed my simple red strapless dress.  It is stylish, but not too fussy and perfect for dinner, I paired it with the black shoes I wore to dinner last week since Gabriel seemed to like them so much.

When our food arrives my mouth waters at the smell, it looks amazing. We talk easily while we eat our spaghetti, mine with tomato and chilli and his with Bolognese sauce.  The food is delicious, it's simple, so full of flavour and the portions are huge, but it's so good I finish it easily.  

When we’ve finished and Gabriel has paid the bill, we head back to his car and he opens my door as usual.  I'm getting used to this routine now and it doesn't feel so awkward anymore.  

We drive back through the tree archway, which is now lit only by the car headlights, to my surprise he turns off the road before we reach the cottage.

“I want to show you something,” he explains.

He follows the small side road for a couple of minutes and then pulls up beside a huge field. He gets out and I follow not waiting for him to open my door, I'm too curious to know what he's showing me.

He moves me to face the empty field and stands behind me wrapping his huge arms around my waist and points.

“This space here is for my dream house. The driveway will come from here and will lead up and circle before coming back down, the house will go there and will have 3 stories. It’ll be five bedrooms and it’ll be decorated however my wife wishes. There will be a garage over here for the cars and a small guesthouse next to that.”  He's gesturing in different directions and sounds so excited about the future he has all planned out.  

“Wow, it’ll be amazing!” I mean it, but it's all I can bring myself to say. I can’t help wondering if there's a chance I could be that wife sometime in the distant future, it’s far too early for that but I have an overactive imagination.

He has his whole life planned and organised and knows exactly what he wants, I really wish I was like that.  All I do is daydream and then act on whatever falls into my lap because I have no idea what I really want.

He turns me to face him and kisses me gently, brushing my hair out of my face, the contact causing tingles to surge though me. I kiss him back and before long we’re in our now familiar routine of kissing the life out of each other. His kisses are passionate and I forget where I am for a moment.  Luckily it isn't cold because I don't have a jacket, but I probably wouldn't feel it anyway right now because I'm totally lost in his arms.

He breaks the kiss, leaving me wanting more and leads me back to the car, but not to my door. I hesitate, confused.

“Come here,” he gestures to the front of the car smiling sexily.  He has that look in his eye that I know from when I asked him up to my room, he wants me and he means business.

It is clearly an order and I'm curious so I do as he asks and he turns me round swiftly to face the car.

“Place your hands on the bonnet,” he insists.

Again, I do as I’m told.

“Now don’t move them.”

Ok...