When we arrived, we entered the posh restaurant and waited at the desk to be shown to our seats. A waiter spotted us and hurried over. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull as he approached. He was seriously hot! He was very tall, had short dark hair, and the most hypnotic dark eyes. His rugged stubble made him look rough and ready and his tanned olive skin gave him a Hispanic look. I was captivated by him, and my eyes met his. He smiled at me, and it completely melted my heart. Goosepimples covered my arms as I wondered what the hell was happening to me.
A tap on the shoulder from my father brought me back to reality.
"Come on chicken, its table 23, I'll just get the drinks in," he said joyfully, but then his tone changed to that of a worried one. "Are you ok?"
For a moment I was puzzled, but I quickly realised I must have looked flushed, then I spotted a moment to strike a conversation with the waiter.
"Yeah daddy, I'm fine, but why don't you go and greet Sam, I'll get the drinks."
"Oh, you are a star Rebecca," he replied cheerfully, before kissing me on the forehead, and making his way to the table.
I giggled at his comment. I had always been my father's star. Ever since I could remember, he treated me like his favourite, spoiling me, giving me what I wanted. I loved him for it, and respected him immensely. Sometimes when I looked at Dave, I wished that he was more like my father, well how my father used to be. Because, you see, when I was 16, my mother died, and my father went off the rails. He turned to alcohol to numb the pain, and it got so bad that doctors told him he had three weeks to quit the booze or else he would lose his life.
I and Samantha were devastated at the news, and I begged him to help himself, and so he did. He entered rehab and began a programme that lasted six months. After completing it, he slowly worked his way back to his real self; however the sadness he felt never went away.
"What can I do for you?" I was asked by the hunky waiter when I arrived at the bar.
The raunchy part of my mind gave me plenty of possible answers to the question; however, I decided to play it cool. I listed the drinks I wanted, and then a rush of confidence surged through me.
"So you been working here long?" I casually inquired.
He stared into my eyes, keeping contact with them whilst he made the drinks. After a long pause, he replied with something I didn't expect.
"That doesn't matter, what does though is what digits make up your mobile number."
I blushed and felt immensely flattered.
"Well you haven't told me your name," I said, attempting a calm tone.
"Pedro, and what would yours be?"
As he said this, his eyes came away from mine, and instead searched the rest of my body, noticeably halting at my breasts for a couple of moments.
"Rebecca."
"A beautiful name for an exceptionally gorgeous lady."
My face went redder, as I thanked him for the compliment.
"The number now?"
I nodded, and we swapped numbers.
Oh yes Becky, got yourself a hot bloke after you, finally you might actually get fucked, I thought to myself.
He put the drinks on a tray for me, and I paid, leaving him a tip. When I reached the table, I set them down, and gave them out. My sister jumped up, and nearly suffocated me with her embrace. When she broke away, it gave me a chance to look properly at Samantha for the first time in three years.
She was stunningly beautiful! Her long blonde hair was curled neatly, and her face shined with happiness and beauty. Her gorgeous red dress accentuated her curves, and her breasts looked ample enough. The hem of the dress came to just above her knee, and downwards from that, her tanned model-like legs were visible.
"Wow, Samantha, my baby sister is all grown up," I exclaimed.
She hugged me again, and our father beamed at us, a figure full of pride.
We settled down and caught up, swapping stories, and random chat. About twenty minutes into the family catch up, I caught Pedro out of the corner of my eye making his way over to the table. He winked at me and then Samantha squealed in delight when she turned around.
"Dad, Becky, meet Pedro...," she said excitedly. "...My boyfriend."
He gave her a kiss on the cheek, as my optimism I had about thirty minutes previously was dashed immediately. I stared, full of jealousy as Pedro and Samantha cuddled each other full of love. I felt sick, and looked over at my father, who seemed surprised yet somewhat pleasantly.
"Hello Becky, pleased to meet you," he greeted in that sexy voice of his.
I put on a fake smile and turned to my father.
"Dad, I need to use the toilet, may I be excused?"
"But what are you going to eat? We are ordering now."
"Surprise me."
And I rushed to the toilet as quickly as possible. I threw myself into a cubicle and locked the door. Negativity invaded my brain once more, as I sat there with my head in my hands. I had been played as a fool, another guy had feigned interest in me and I had fallen hook, line and sinker for him, just because he found me attractive and had flirted with me, well never again. This was war!
I re-applied some make-up and exited the bathroom. I only got so far as twenty centimetres out before I was confronted with Pedro, his eyes full of apology. He pushed me back into the bathroom. My fighting attitude disappeared completely when he spoke.
"Rebecca, I am sorry, I didn't bank on Sam having such a hot sister. The fact of the matter is, as soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you, and that doesn't change."
