Chapter 8: The Man

Camila Almada's POV

I blinked after I heard the proposal that was made by this strange, handsome man. I could not get myself around it yet but I think he wanted me to be his private dancer.

"excuse me, what did you just ask me?" I asked him again just to make sure that I was not hearing things. He chuckled as he offered me his hand.

"Dance with me, please?" He asked as he was looking at me. I was looking at his hand before I looked into his eyes again. He was charming but also dangerous. hence, I took it.

"well, since you asked nicely," I said as I stood up from the bar before I looked at the bartender and mouthed, 'i'll be back,'. The stranger guided me toward the dance floor as I walked beside him. He was charming and handsome, no doubt because everyone looked at him. Especially women. I gritted my teeth quietly.

"well, I hope you know how to waltz," he said as he guided me to stand in front of him. My right hand in his right as my left was on his shoulder. His right hand was on my waist before the slow music started.

"so, tell me about yourself," he said as he was moving in 3 steps. right, back and front. Just like how to waltz supposed to be.

"well, my name is Camila, what's yours?" I asked him as he twirled me around and I think I don't notice anyone else except for him.

"well, my name is Nicolas, or Nick, whichever you prefer," he said. I arched my eyebrow.

"Does your girlfriend called you Nick?" I asked as I was unable to control myself. Stupid mouth. He chuckled before he spun me out of his hand and he twirled me back inside his arms.

"Well, I don't have any girlfriend if that's what you're asking," he said as his voice was so close to my ear. I shivered from it.

"then, who called you that?" I asked as he twirled me again to face him and we were waltzing across the dance floor.

"my friends mostly and also my family," he said as he was pulling closer with his hand on my waist. I gasped before I looked into his brown eyes. They were calling for me.

"Care to get out of here?" He asked me as his hot breaths were hitting my face. I was breathless as his hot mints breaths were all that I could think about.

"sure," I replied without thinking. He smirked before he pulled me out of the reception hall and into the balcony. We were surprised to see that someone already claimed that spot before Nicolas dragged me across the hall to be out into the lobby.

"would you like to have dinner with me instead?" He asked me as he looked at me. I arched my eyebrow at him.

"well, I promise it will be non-Romanian foods, I swear," he said as he was laughing. I could use that sound.

"sure," I said. He smiled at me before he dragged me out of the lobby to the waiting car.

"Luis," he said as he took his keys from that person and he opened the door for me. I thanked him before he closed it and he went to his side to drive off from the hotel.

we were driving in silence as I was looking at the Alps that were standing tall. Nicolas was driving as he was gripping the steering wheel like it was someone's head. then, he parked in front of a restaurant, Da Pino.

"well, I hope you like Spanish food," he said as he looked at me. I smiled as I nodded at him.

"well, I live for it," I replied, gaining a smile from him. He got off from the car and went to open the door for me. I took his hand as he guided me out of the car before closing the door. He locked it before he ushered us inside the room.

"Hello, table for two?" The hostess said in a foreign language that I don't know. Maybe Nicolas knows Romanian.

"Sorry, we're not speaking that language," he said in English as he was looking at the hostess. She laughed before she spoke to us in perfect English.

"yes, of course. My mistake. You look like you were born here and I might think you look like of the Romanians," she said as she was flirting with him. I could see that she was batting her eyelashes at Nicolas and he smiled at her!

The nerve!

I shook my head. Why was I getting jealous over someone that I just know tonight? And he just took me out for dinner. It's not a date, is it?

"well, this way please," she said before Nicolas put his hand on my lower back. I wanted to get flinch but it felt really good and I felt safe in his arms. I don't know what was wrong with me?!

"here's the menu. If you're ready, just raise your hands, your waiter will be with you," she said before Nicolas thanked her. I smiled at her before she went to help the other customers.

"Hello, I will be your waiter tonight," the waiter came after the hostess left us but Nicolas made sure that we don't know Romanian.

"yes, apologies. What can I get you for your drinks?" He asked as he looked at us. I was looking at Nicolas as I hope he had a better idea than I was.

"we'll start with Bordeaux if you have that," he said.

"one bottle?"

"yes, please," Nicolas said before the waiter went to get our drinks. I was looking at the menu where there's a lot to choose from. My mouth waters at the thought.

"so, what are you having?" I asked him as he chuckled at me. I looked at him before he was staring at me with his hand under his chin. He looked so gorgeous.

The waiter came to our table as he showed the wine bottle to Nicolas. He nodded before the waiter released the cork to open the wine.

he poured it down into our glasses and I thanked him as he gave it to me. Nicolas put our order before the waiter went into the kitchen to get started on it.

"so, tell me what do you do, how old are you, what's your relationship," Nicolas asked me as he swirled his wine glass. I arched my eyebrow at him as he was smirking at me.

"you do know to ask someone about their age, especially a woman, you might get something like a hell break loose, right?" I asked him. He laughed before he sipped on his wine.

"well, I can say the same thing to you, mi Estrella," he said as he looked at me with his brown orbs. They were like chocolate and I don't mind dwell inside them.

"mi Estrella?" I asked him as I took a sip of my wine. He might be charming but he was out of his game. He chuckled.

"well, don't think that you would fall for that, mi Corazon," he said as he looked at me. I almost spilled my drink. keyword: almost. I looked at him as I was smiling sheepishly. His face was concerned about me. I smiled at him.

"Well, umm, I was born in Portugal but I was raised in Spain. My mother was Portuguese and my father was a Spaniard. They traveled a lot back and forth, so I guess I was raised in both countries," I said as I remembered about my childhood. The childhood that I missed so much.

"Are they still alive?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"no, they died in a plane crash, on the way to America," I said as I was gripping the wine glass. Nicolas shoot out his hand and took mine into his. It was warm and comforting. I loved it more than I should. I just know about this man but something about his touch was familiar.

"well, I'm sorry. I did not know," he said. I smiled as I squeezed his hand.

"no, it's fine. I don't usually share about my past with someone on the first date," I said as I chuckled.

"then, on what date would you do it?" He asked.

"never," I replied as I looked into his eyes. It was calling for me and I think we were out of this moment, only two of us together.

"here's your order," the waiter said as he dropped our food in front of us. I have to let go of Nicolas's hands as I was beaming at the food.

"Finally, I was starving," I said as I looked at the waiter. He was nervous I can tell.

"oh, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Thank you," I said as I looked at his relieved face. Nicolas thanked him before we indulged in our food.