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He laughed, a warm easy laugh. "Of course! What else would go better with cinnamon French toast?" he said brightly and grinned, "Just because I'm a business man doesn't mean that I'm not also a big kid." He smiled at her, but noted that she looked away. He looked up as she did because the limo was turning. His smile faded a bit as he realized they were at the restaurant. What terrible timing to be interrupted. She had just opened up, not much, just a tiny crack, but it was still something.

He retained a small bit of his smile, but he was sure there was some disappointment on his face. Jenkins was stepping out of the car now and walking to the door. He opened it, and Nick nodded to her, motioning genteelly with his hand for her to go first.
 
Hmm. He was a little suspicious, but she decided not to worry about it. It wasn't worth worrying over anyway. If he knew things about her, he knew things about her. It really could have been a lucky guess, or maybe they just really were that similar. When the door opened she got out of it, stretching a little in the cool open air. She yawned and shook her head, wiping those last bits of grogginess away from her. How she could still be groggy after the morning she'd had, she had no idea.

She walked in the direction of the cafe, seeing that there was a little bit of a line. It's an extremely popular cafe and doesn't have a lot of room. She snuck her way up to the front of the line and smiled at the waiter. She said a couple of things to him and he nodded, turning around and scanning the small cafe. Then he waved her on and she began to disappear inside the place. She turned her head quickly and motioned for Nick to hurry up. She was getting them VIP treatment.
 
Nick stepped out of the car, following Elsa's lead as she knew the place better. When he saw the line, he reached for his wallet, considering bribing the host to jump them ahead a little. He was rather impressed when it seemed that Elsa had the situation well in hand. He smiled broadly when he realized this 'VIP' move was usually something he used to impress his dates. He couldn't recall a time, well other than that stupid golf course that Jennifer's parents owned though even that time it hadn't been her idea in the first place but his, that a girl had 'opened doors' for him.

He simply couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he saw Elsa beckoning to him. He shook his head and winked at her, picking up his pace to follow her to the table she'd gotten. "Slick," he said as he approached. "Is the host an old boyfriend or something?" he asked with a light tone of mock jealousy and a grin.
 
"Actually, my brother. Watch yourself." she said with a grin of her own. She snaked through the small cafe until they reached the back, near the kitchen but not too close that there wasn't any privacy. She sat on the inside of the table and breathed a little sigh of relaxation. There were many reasons why she loved this place, only one of which was its atmosphere. It was always so calm and relaxing, while at the same time always alive with creativity. Once he sat down across from her she folded her hands on the table and looked at him expectantly.
 
He looked around the cafe approvingly. It was incredibly charming, he decided. He made a mental note to tell the less snobbish of his acquaintances about it, if they didn't already know. It had the feel of one of those small local legend restaurants. The sort that were golden finds to any romantic food lover with a taste for soaking up local color. His grin broadened.

He smiled even more broadly when she admitted that the host had been her brother. She seemed so much more relaxed than he'd ever seen her, and he was elated to find that the mood from the car hadn't been broken. "You don't think he'd approve of me?" he asked teasingly, but instantly regretted it. He tried to keep his face even and let her react, but he chastised himself deeply for the insensitivity implicit in the question.
 
She shrugged, "Probably by the looks of you he would. Once I told him about your tendencies, probably not." but she kept her smile on her face. She knew she was safe here. There was nothing he could do to her here. Her brother was here and she knew most of the staff and the owners. If he even tried the tiniest thing on her, it would end horribly for him. She could probably even find a way to get out of leaving with him. She was completely, totally, 100% safe here, and she knew it. She didn't need to be afraid of him at this cafe, and she wasn't.

She didn't know if he would deduct all of this, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't even like he could try to punish her for bringing him here. He'd told her to choose the place, and she had. If he hadn't given her the choice, they wouldn't be here. So really, it was his own fault that he'd put himself in this corner.
 
Her reaction was much more pleasant than he expected, but it was also far too open and honest. His smile faded a little, a small edge of concern began to rise in the back of his mind, picking at him. He looked at her brother again, then all the people around and he started to feel a little bit like he did at a negotiating table when it became clear that there was something he didn't know. He looked down slightly and spoke under his breath, "Clever." He should have been annoyed or possibly even excited at the new edge of challenge, but he wasn't. He wasn't sure why, but he was pretty sure the emotion washing over him was disappointment. He wondered now how much of her apparent happiness in the car might have been for show, and he suddenly felt sick.

He almost snapped at the waiter when he came over to take their drink orders, but he controlled himself. He didn't want to look at her, and so he stared off into the restaurant, pretending to consider the other patrons. He waited for her to order first, not forgetting his manners. "Chocolate milk," he said, having not even listened to what she asked for as he stared off.

He tried to console himself with the fact that she would never get far, but this didn't help in the slightest. He knew all too clearly, that he wasn't concerned or angry about possibly losing track of her. This was something else, that he wouldn't even voice to himself.
 
When she saw his reaction she had mixed feelings. She hadn't thought it would effect him as much as it seemed to. She cleared her throat and sat back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. She watched him while the emotions washed over his face, it was clear that he wasn't trying to hide his feelings from her in this moment. When the waiter came over she spoke pleasantly to him, telling him that she'd have her usual. He even called her "Elsy". They'd been friends since high school. Once the waiter was gone she turned her attention back to Nick.

For some reason that she couldn't identify, the obvious pain in his face pulled at her heartstrings a little bit. "Are you alright? You look kind of sick," there was real concern in her voice, she didn't want him to throw up or pass out at the table. That would cause her too many problems here, as well as give him a reason to torture her further.

(Okay, I have to leave now. Talk to you when I get back!!!!<3)
 
He shook his head a little as he heard the waiter call her Elsy, it seemed to add even more clarity to what was going on here. When she asked him if he was alright, a dozen different responses ran through his mind. None of them were particularly helpful or refined, in his opinion. He closed his eyes for half a second, and then reopened them. The moment came and went so quickly that it didn't seem to actually happen, but his face displayed something between anguish and desperation while his eyes had shut.

He turned back to her and as his eyelids opened, his face changed with it. "Just fine, thank you, Elsa," he said in his familiarly smug voice. Gone was his easy, happy smile, replaced by the more familiar smug one. He made a small show of looking over the menu, then asked her playfully, "What did you say was good here, the cinnamon swirl french toast?" His armor was back up again, the arrogance and smugness restored.
 
She narrowed her eyes at him when she saw his facade of armor go up again. She folded her hands together tightly and stared at him for a few moments before glancing down at the oak table beneath her hands. She cleared her throat quietly and gave a small sigh, unsure of what to say to him now. She wanted to push his buttons and wanted to dissapate his anger all at the same time. When she thought about it for a moment she decided that she had just willingly serviced him and swallowed his seed, she shouldn't be worried about pushing his buttons.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's the best. So, what's the agenda for the day?" she asked directly, fully expecting him to give her a real answer. If he had any ridiculous plans for them she wanted to know them, she didn't like surprises, especially if he was going to make her do something horrible.
 
"Well," he began, looking away so that he could hold onto his smug grin, "I think that my plans seem to have gone a bit by the wayside." He looked back at her and then continued without giving her much of a pause to interject. "I'd say that this little stunt of yours rather deserves a spanking, to start with," he said playfully, completely back into his smug character now. "Of course, that's just a start. It really all depends on whether or not you're planning to pile on more responses by doing something silly here."

"Of course, we could do some shopping if you behave yourself," he said, but it wasn't the sort of warm offer as it might have been a half hour ago. He smiled at her for a long moment, obviously fantasizing about something. He wondered if she could guess what kind of shopping he had in mind, then he added, "Unless, of course, you want to go back to my place and meet Jennifer, but I rather figured you wouldn't be up for that."
 
Her body tensed up when he mentioned the spanking. If he spanked her, she might have a problem. She'd done spanking with a previous boyfriend and discovered that she really enjoyed it. If he spanked her, she'd inevitably get aroused and he would think that she wanted him. Then he would probably want to have sex with her, and she would enjoy it because she was already aroused. Her face colored red and she looked away from him, not able to look him in the eyes anymore.

She was beginning to feel bad about this stunt. She hadn't thought that she would feel bad, she had thought that she would get away with the whole thing, but their drinks hadn't even arrived and she was already regretting it. She kicked a foot out absentmindedly and accidentally rubbed his leg with it. Her face flushed even deeper, "Oh, sorry..." she fidgeted a little more, his mentioning shopping and Jennifer upsetting her even more. She figured he wanted to shop for sex toys or lingerie, not anything she would enjoy.
 
His eyes narrowed as he watched her reaction. It wasn't exactly the triumphant smile and pushy barbs that he had been expecting. Was she scared? It didn't seem likely. The only time she'd really seemed afraid was when the threat of immanent, rough rape had been hanging over her. A spanking didn't seem nearly as bad, at least to him. She was blushing. He was deep in concentration, trying not to betray his reaction while he considered her, when her foot nudged him. The reaction he had was automatic, he grinned warmly. He let it die back into a smug smile as quickly as he could. "Frisky, eh?" he said, but broke off as he saw the waiter approaching out of the corner of his eye.

The young man put down two chocolate milks and Nick handed him the menus. "The lady and I will both have the Cinnamon Swirl French Toast", he said without even looking up. The waiter said something he didn't pay attention to, though he did catch the word "Elsy" as the guy walked off. Nick raised an eyebrow at her. "So... Elsy, what will it be exactly? Am I going to have to deal with an ill-conceived escape attempt? Excuse yourself to the ladies room then try to crawl out the window or something?" he teased playfully, though he couldn't completely bury a note of bitterness.
 
She blushed even harder when he said she was frisky. She curled her feet together and kept them deep underneath her chair as to not hit him again. Her mind wandered back to the time before they had gotten here. She really hadn't minded servicing him, she had almost enjoyed it. He had been so gentle with her, he had been so grateful at the pleasure she had given him. It had felt...right. She frowned at herself for a moment and made herself think of other things, but she couldn't. All she could think about was him him him him him.

She shook her head, "No. I'm not going to try to escape from you," she paused for a moment afterwards, the words hanging in the air. She swallowed nervously and then cleared her throat, "Though I am going to have to go to the bathroom. I hope you won't want to do something creepy like come watch me pee," she smiled genuinely, hoping he would appreciate her joke and not get angry.
 
He felt a little relieved, though he told himself he shouldn't believe her. He tried to keep his mask in place, but he couldn't help it; the joke made him grin. "Welllll... I am pretty kinky," he teased her with far more friendliness than he had intended. How was she managing to disarm him this easily? He reminded himself that this could very easily be one more plot, despite what he might want to believe. His eyes tightened a little, and his voice went back to the prideful note. "Alright, just don't be long," he raised an eyebrow, "so that I don't have to do something creepy."

He couldn't get over the way he felt betrayed. He had no right to feel that, he knew, but somehow... What could he ask of her, after all? She'd be right to hate him, and, yesterday, he wouldn't have thought he would have even minded that. He looked out the window so that she wouldn't see his lips press into a tight line, hoping she'd get up to go quickly so he could recompose himself.
 
She smiled widely and got up from the table, walking leisurely towards the ladies' room. While she was there she contemplated the exchange they'd just had. How had he managed to ease her mind so quickly? They'd felt right again. Like they were on a breakfast date, like they were playful lovers. She washed her hands and left the bathroom, only spending a couple of minutes away from him. As she walked towards him she was his back and his strong frame and was disarmed for a moment. She swallowed nervously again, her eyes fluttering.

She sat back down again, "So did I meet the time limit?" she giggled and kicked her foot out again, brushing against his leg. She looked up at him and met his eyes for a moment and then wiped the smile from her face, turning it stone cold and staring down at the table again. He couldn't see that from her, he couldn't know what she was still denying to herself.
 
He had recomposed himself while she was gone, but he just didn't have the same arrogant facade. He just wasn't in the mood to keep it up. He'd decided to go back to the host demeanor as his next subconscious defense mechanism. When she sat back down, he smiled and made a show of looking at his watch before answering, "Just barely. We'll have to talk to your pit crew chief." He even winked at her before he could stop it. His brow furrowed when her face darkened and she looked down, but before he could decide what exactly he wanted to say the waiter returned with their food.

He waited for the young man to leave, then sniffed deeply at the warm food. "Smells delicious... Elsy," he said jokingly. She was still looking at the table. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked her in his most gentlemanly tone, "I would think, with the workouts you've been through. You'd be starving." He wasn't trying to be cruel, but he was almost defiantly refusing to apologize for what he's done to her.
 
It took her a moment before she could even look at the food. She opened her mouth to say something and then shut it when he commented on the 'workouts' she'd been through. She raised her eyes to his for a moment, a mixture of resentment and regret there. She didn't answer him but picked up her fork and knife and cut a piece of the food. She put it in her mouth and sighed, feeling a little more at ease. It was absolutely delicious, as it always was. She kept eating, barely waiting in between swallows. It made her feel better to be eating, especially food that she enjoyed so much.

She knew he wouldn't apologize for what he'd done to her, and why should he? He wasn't a sympathetic man, he took what he wanted and didn't care about how anyone else felt about it. And...she kind of liked that. She finished her food quickly, faster than she did. She almost smiled when she saw that.
 
When she looked in his eyes, he felt like a heel. Damn it! He wasn't going to do this. He definitely wasn't going to feel regret. He swallowed hard. How did she do that? Then she started eating... like a lumberjack. He'd almost forgotten his own food. He cut a piece of the moist toast and started to chew. He let out an appreciative noise. It was every bit as delicious as her hype had suggested. "Fantastic," he offered and then noticed she was tearing through her plate as if this was some sort of competition. He raised an eyebrow, eating slowly with an increasingly bewildered smile on his face. When she looked up at him with a satisfied smirk on her lips, he chuckled. "Remind me never to get between you and a your dinner plate," he teased. "You that eager to go?" he asked in a slightly suggestive tone.
 
When he made the comment about her plate she smiled a little, unable to stop herself. She sat back in her seat, intensely satisfied by the food. Her face dropped again when he asked his suggestive question. She shrugged, "Not really. But I know that it's going to happen again eventually, and it won't matter whether or not I say no." she realized she was bringing some pessimism and gloom into their mostly light breakfast, but he had to know that she hadn't accepted what he had done to her, that she wasn't okay with it.
 
"I suppose you have a point," he began, forcing a little smile. But she was wrong, it did matter whether or not she said no. He sighed lightly. "Still, you can say whatever you like, your body tells the story that not all of it has been disgusting to you," he said so charmingly that it made it even more annoying. He stood slowly and pulled a $100 dollar bill from his wallet, dropping it on the table. Without giving her a chance to respond he added charmingly, "I don't think we need to wait for the check, Elsy," he teasingly emphasized her nickname. He offered her his arm, the picture of an elegant gentleman even with his slightly wrinkled shirt.
 
Her face flushed and she ground her teeth when he said that her body told him that she enjoyed what he did to her, or at least some of it. It was true, however much she wanted to deny it. Her eyes widened a little bit when he dropped the hundred dollar bill onto the table. She glanced up at him for a moment, her mouth open a little bit. When he extended his arm to her she frowned and was prepared to deny him when an old woman at the next table said, "Aw, he's so sweet." and gave her a big toothy smile. She sighed and stood, taking Nick's arm and walking briskly towards the door.
 
He smiled and gave the old lady a nod, barely stopping a torrent of laughter. She was practically dragging him from the place by his arm. "Easy Elsa, you eager little beaver," he grinned at her. He looked away, still grinning, before she could scowl at him. Of course, the car was waiting for them, Rudalpho holding the door. Nick gently took her hand from his arm and helped her into the car first. He slid into the back, sitting across from her, not trying to intimidate her. A bemused smile spread across his face. He let a few moments of silence stretch out before he spoke. "You know you leave me precious few options... teasing, being mean to you, demanding what I want from you," he started his voice as silky and charming as he could make it, "would being seduced be so terribly displeasing to you?" He smiled the pleasant smile of the host he played the previous evening.
 
A little anger boiled up inside of her when he called her an eager beaver. It was more than obvious that she was eager to leave because she was irritated with him, not because she wanted to rip his clothes off and do him. She was thrown off a little bit when he helped her into the car so gently, it was a complete change from his playful roughness before. She watched him as he sat across from her, that was the first time he'd ever done that in the car. Usually he was right next to her, pushing her buttons, but now he was giving her space.

She blinked at him when he asked his question, not knowing what to say. She blinked twice and then looked down, a tiny smile crossing her lips before it was gone. "Why would you want to seduce me when you can just take what you want? I mean, you got me to give you head even though I didn't want to. How does it get better than that?"
 
He chuckled lightly. He considered simply telling her that perhaps he'd like her to want him for a change, but couldn't endure the idea of getting that... vulnerable. He played it off instead, shrugging and saying, "Just for variety's sake, I suppose." He sighed slightly, then tried to deflect her further, adding in smooth gentle tones that didn't match the words, "Have it your own way, I suppose. It's far easier to demand the kinky nonsense I want than to have to 'ask' for it from a 'lover', after all."

He looked out the window for a moment, then looked back at her. "And speaking of which, I've decided I can't wait until we get to the house," he said, patting his lap invitingly, "I think I'd prefer it if you... changed seats."
 
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