Matthew and Camillebyinnocent_angel©
He watched the woman in the black spaghetti strap dress at the bar as she kept her composure amidst the barrage of insults aimed at her. The three women sitting at the table behind her didn't openly insult her, they just made snide remarks knowing full well that she could hear them.
He wouldn't have paid much attention to the lady at the bar had it not been for the phrases "fat ass," and "sea cow," that drifted over to him. The silicone triplets at the table in front of him were all tall and model thin. The one in the middle, who he could only guess was the leader of the pack, was a bleach blonde, the one to her left was a black woman with a long mane of jet black hair, and the last was a curly red head who didn't say anything but agreed and laughed at everything. They would have all been beautiful had it not been for their childish and immature behavior.
The woman seated at the bar kept her medium brown shoulders back and her head held high through all of the insults and snickers. He watched her to gauge her reaction but she continued to sit as if nothing were going on.
Finally, she moved. He saw her right hand go up and swipe at her cheek. A tear, he guessed, he really couldn't see her face from that angle.
That tear, was all he could stand. He stood up and as he did, the silicone triplets immediately stopped laughing to turn and look at him. The one in the middle smiled, obviously claiming him as her own.
He was a very attractive man and he knew it. He had women throwing themselves at him on a daily basis. He looked as if he were torn from the cover of some Italian romance novel. He stood six feet three inches tall with the body of a soccer player, which his expertly cut Italian suit couldn't even hide. His hair was black and curly, cut short on his head. His eyes were a smoldering dark brown.
The blonde smiled as it looked as if he were coming to their table. The smile slipped as he didn't detour to greet her. He passed their table just as the woman at the bar stood. He walked up to her and stopped behind her, leaving mere inches between them. She turned and nearly ran into his chest. Her hands automatically went to brace herself against his pecs as he snaked his arm around her waist. "Miele, how long are you going to be mad at me?"
She jumped, startled by his sudden touch. She looked up at him and began to push away, but the arm around her waist held her tightly against him. His eyes quickly darted in the direction of the table of models. He winked at her and gave a charming smile. "I was jealous," he went on, when she remained silent.
She glanced at the women, who all had looks of disbelief on their beautiful faces. She smiled at him, and nodded slightly. "Well," she said looking at him again, "you have to learn to control your jealousy," she wrapped her arms around his neck.
With his free hand, he lightly caressed her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. "He had his hands all over you, miele. "I wanted to kill him," his voice was a tender whisper, a sharp contrast to the words he spoke.
"He is just a friend," She said, trying to keep from moaning at the sensations his body pressed against hers created.
"He's trying to steal you away from me."
"Baby, I'd never let that happen," she replied.
He nodded. "Let's dance," he said suddenly.
She nodded and allowed him to lead her out on to the dance floor. "Thank you," she said as soon as they were out of earshot of the women's table.
He pulled her into his arms and began to lead her into a waltz before he spoke. "Prego." He smiled. "By the way, my name is Matthew Roman."
"Camille Flynn," she returned. "Miele, that's Italian, isn't it?"
"Ah, molto buono, signorina," he said turning her.
"You know, you didn't have to do that, Matthew," she said after a moment.
He nodded, "Please call me Matt, and I know that I didn't have to, I wanted to."
She smiled shyly and nodded. They chatted about nothing in particular as they danced, Camille enjoying the sound of Matthew's voice. She learned that he was a lawyer, working mostly high profile cases. She also learned that he had lived in Italy until he was twelve, at which point, his parents moved he and his twin sister, Marta to the U.S. Camille told him about herself, only revealing minor details. She told him that she was a research psychologist and she that she had one brother and two sisters.
"They're still watching us," she said, discreetly looking past him toward their table.
He turned her again, quickly looking up at the women who were, indeed watching them. The blonde was shooting daggers at Camille's back. He leaned in close rubbing his lips against her neck as he whispered, "I think we've given them enough of a show, how about we get out of here?"
She shivered from his touch, then nodded, smiling slightly at him. "Sounds good. Oh, I forgot to pay my tab," she said hooking thumb back toward the bar.
Matthew reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and pulled out a credit card, which he handed to her. "Here, use this. Just tell them that it's your boyfriend's card," he said and winked.
She looked at the American Express card, rubbing her thumb across the raised letters of his name, hesitating a moment. She nodded and turned toward the bar. On her way there, she glanced at the table with the three women. She had to force herself not to smile, as they all followed her every movement. She continued to the bar and handed the bartender the card. "Hi, my boyfriend will be covering my balance," she said, just loud enough for the women to hear.
"Yes ma'am," he said taking the card.
She signed the receipt and walked back over to Matthew who had been talking on his phone until she walked up.
"Ready?" She nodded.
Camille glanced at the women at the table one last time as he placed an arm around her waist and led her to the exit. She had the pleasure of hearing an unladylike screech come from one of the women before they turned the corner.
When they were outside in the night air, walking toward the parking lot, Camille moved away from him ever so slightly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Matthew. Thank you for what you did in there," she looked at the ground, then back at him, "no one's ever done anything like that for me, come to my rescue, I mean, not pay my tab," she finished, giving a nervous laugh.
Matt laughed. "You are a beautiful woman, Camille, it was my pleasure," he smiled, glancing at her as they continued to walk toward the lot full of cars.
She gave a snort that Matt thought could only be described as adorable. "Not as beautiful, or as skinny, as those women in there, but thanks for the compliment."
"Camille, it's not just a compliment, it's the truth,"
She held up her hand, halting his speech and their movement. "Look, I appreciate what you did, but they can't see us anymore. You can stop pretending. I'll just go my way and you can go yours, I wasn't expecting anything more than that."
Matthew took that moment to look at her. She was beautiful. She didn't have model looks but she was very much a beautiful woman. Her skin was an even medium brown color that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She stood about five feet seven inches tall. She was heavier than the girls in the restaurant had been but not by much. In his opinion, though, the extra weight gave her a much more voluptuous body. He didn't understand why she thought so little of herself. Matthew made a mental note that he would change the way she saw herself.
He stuck his hand in his pockets as turned to stand in front of her. "You should."
She looked up at him. "Should, what?"
"Expect more. You're a gorgeous woman who, from what I've gathered, is very intelligente," Matthew paused as he thought about something. "I never asked, do you have a boyfriend?"
Camille crossed her arms over her chest as she shook her head. "No, I don't have a boyfriend."
He nodded "Well, miele, I am also unattached. Would it be too forward of me to ask for your phone number?"
She dropped her arms to her side. "You don't have to-"
"Please, don't say that again," he said holding up his hand. "I'd like to see you again."
She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Do you have-"
Before she asked for a pen, he pulled out his phone and handed it to her. She took the thin black phone, her fingers brushing his in the process, sending a tingling sensation through her body. She flipped open it open and pressed a few buttons, storing her phone number in his phone. She didn't actually believe that he would call but she put her number in just the same. "Here you go," She said handing the phone back to him.
He looked at the entry. "Cell?"
"Yes," Camille said reaching in to her purse for her keys. She hit the switch to unlock her door as they approached her silver 626. Matthew opened the door and motioned her inside. "Thanks," She said climbing in, tossing her purse onto the passenger seat then turned back to look up at him.
"You're welcome. It was nice talking to you, Camille," he stood in the door, preventing her from closing it..
She smiled. "You, too."
They were silent for a moment, then Matt surprised Camille by lowering himself to place a soft kiss on her lips. "I'll talk to you later," he said then closed the door.
He stood next to her car with a crooked smile on his face until she started the engine and pulled away. She looked in her rearview mirror just before she turned out of the parking lot and watched as he walked over to a dark blue Navigator that was parked not far from where she had been. She glanced at her own reflection. "He's never gonna call." She drove away, promising herself that she was going to forget Matthew Roman, no matter how excruciatingly hard it was going to be.