Dating Mr. Texture

The billionaire's proposition.

Ginger Fields POV

Dinner was really nice, we started with red wine while we waited for dinner to be served. He asked me what I wanted and I laughed saying he might not have it. He laughed it off saying,

"I will get you anything you want."

I ended up telling him to surprise me. He made me feel very good the whole time. He commented on my hair and how beautiful I am, every chance he got and he also tried to show off a few times before the meal came.

We had some caviar which was served with crackers, it was my first time having it and it tasted salty, buttery, and somehow nutty. I did not particularly enjoy it but it was not bad at all especially since it was my first time. Taking it made me feel rich, prosperous, and high-class. I could not wait to have it again and there was no way Lucille was not going to make a fuss about it.

Afterward, we had braised short ribs with red wine, it tasted so good. I was going to ask Adrien for the recipe till I remembered that he probably had a chef who made it.

After eating we spent the rest of our time talking about different things, we spoke like old friends and he was not so pushy, or annoying when I got to know him. He was still very much arrogant though.

After some time we both had nothing to say and for the first time that night, I reached for my purse so I could check the time, it was probably very late.

That was when I realized I had left my purse in the car.

"s**t," I cursed softly.

Adrien chuckled and said, "You sound cute cursing. What are you cursing for?"

I looked at him and my expression was like really??

"My purse, I left it in the car. I should go get it." I said, getting up from my seat.

Adrien immediately got up to stop me and said,

"Don't go yet, we can get it from the car before Roger takes you home. Before then, there is something I want to talk to you about."

I wondered what it could be as I sat back down in the chair and said,

"Okayyy, I am all ears."

He sat back down in his chair, leaned back into the chair, and stared at me for a few seconds. I cleared my throat because I was feeling uncomfortable, he was making me uncomfortable. It seemed like he was looking into my soul, the stare reminded me of the night we spent together. I felt the blood creep up my neck. I was blushing.

He saw what his stare did to me too because he smiled devilishly at me then he moved and leaned forward into the table and said,

"I have a proposition for you, Ms. Fields,"

Aha! I knew that he knew my name, I just knew it but what was he up to?

"So you know my name," I said trying to sound as calm as I could.

"Well, I did some digging around on the lady who ran away from me and won't even give me the time of the day. I was curious" then with he added,

"So are you ready to hear my proposal?"

"I am here so you might as well go ahead and say it."

He chuckled, he looked amused.

"I want you, Ginger. You intrigue me and it has been a while since someone intrigued me. And if you remember, I told you in the last note I gave Roger to give you that I always get what I want and you are what I want and I will not stop until I have you."

I laughed a mirthless laugh as I interrupted whatever he was about to say,

"You are an arrogant bastard and I think we are done with whatever this was."

As I was getting up from the chair, he was beside me and he held my arm to stop me from going anywhere. I looked at the hand holding my arm, then I looked up and him and narrowed my eyes,

"Get your hands off me, Mr. Texture," I said in a low and threatening tone. He was getting on my nerves, he had a habit of doing that and I do not like it.

"Not until you listen to what I have to say," he said ignoring my threatening tone.

I looked into his eyes and I knew he was not going to budge and there was really nothing I could do, I wanted to punch his face. I sighed out of frustration then I chuckled at myself and then I sat down back in the chair.

"Good girl," he said as he got back into his chair and continued what he was saying,

"As I was saying, you intrigue me like no other has, I can not seem to get you out of my mind and if by this time I still can't get you out of my mind, I know that it is going to take some time for me to get you out of my mind. I will have you Ginger and not even your stubbornness can deter me." he stopped talking and just kept staring at me and I could not help but be pulled to his beautiful blue eyes. I hated that he was so attractive.

"So," he suddenly said, "I have a proposition that should work for both of us. We see each other for 6 months and then after that, we can go our separate ways. I will probably get over you by then and you get your peace of mind because after that I promise to never disturb you again."

Was he being serious?

"See each other asin?"

"As in, dating each other. I will be your man and you will be my woman, that's it."

I was quiet for some minutes, I was trying to let everything register in my head. The arrogant bastard was not even giving me an option, it was that or he was going to keep disturning me in the name of wooing me or following me or worse.

Urghh! what did I get myself into?

I was tired and I just wanted to go home at this point.

"You know you can't get an answer from me now, right?"

"I know, but when? I am an impatient man you know."

Yes I know, I thought angrily.

"I will let you know when you will get an answer by tomorrow morning." he was about to say something but I interrupted him by saying,

"Or you can forget it. I did not come here for a proposition so I will take my time to think about what you just offered me. If you are not okay with that then I am ready for whatever the consequences of turning you down will be, Mr. Texture."

He was not even surprised by my reply, he just smiled and said,

"I will hear from you tomorrow then."

"Yes."

We sat there and he did not say anything for a few seconds and that was when I knew it was time to leave.

"Can I go now?" I said with a straight face.

"Yes, of course. Let me walk you."

I was not interested in spending another moment with him, I was really mad at him.

"No, thank you, Mr. Texture."

"But I insist, Ms. Fields," he said, looking very amused, he was enjoying this.

The asshole.

I just got up from the chair and said,

"Thank you for dinner,"

"It was my pleasure,"

I replied to him with the fakest smile I could muster and walked with him down to where he had left the car we had come in, on the way he called Roger and told him to get ready to take me home.

When we got to the sports car, I saw my purse on the floor of the car so I went and picked it up as he spoke to Roger who had already parked out front and was waiting for me.

When I walked back to the car, Roger nodded and greeted me as Adrien opened the back door and helped me into the massive SUV that Roger was taking me home in.

"Let me know when you get home, okay?"

After saying that he came close to me and bent like he was about to kiss my lips then when I tried to dodge he went for my cheek but I was fast and I also saw that coming.

"Okay," I said sternly and dismissively as I dodged a kiss on the cheek from him, I gave him a dirty look after what he had tried to do and shut the car door in his face. After shutting the door, I could hear him laughing then he said,

"Be very careful."

That was said to Roger who nodded and wound up,

"Do you want music?" Roger asked,

"No, thank you. I want the quiet."

"Okay, miss."

Then in a few seconds, the ride back home started and so did the storm in my brain, what I was going to do because I had never been in such a dilemma.

What the f**k was I going to do?

Shit!