There was something to be said for a man who paid attention to the small chivalrous details of social etiquette. So, there was a warm smile of appreciation waiting for him as her head tilted in his direction as she stepped towards the gaping opening of the vehicle. There was a depth of curiosity held within the gaze as well as the usual caution any young woman would have when a very wealthy man decides to pluck you from your normal, insignificant world to be swept away into his. Giana wanted very much to know who he was and what sort man he was.<br/><br/>Her fingers trailed along his arm until she had to pull away and hold the rear of her dress down while lowering into the belly of the green beast. When he settled in beside her, Giana shifted so that there would be space, even if it were marginal, between them. Still his leg touched against her's and the warmth shared was intimate and sudden. It caught her by surprise and her face told him as much when she met his intense stare. "Y-you don't even know me," she stated the obvious and because the urge lean one way or the other became apparent within her, Giana turned her face away to peer out the window. She felt like a trapped animal and wasn't sure if she hadn't been placed on the menu or not for tonight's agenda. Her blush is what gave her away, along with the slight tilt of lips into a reserved smile as the world flowed past.<br/><br/>Her hands smoothed down the front of her skirt before settling off to the side opposite him. It was a small lean away though there really was no place to go when he leaned into her and drew her eyes back to his. "It was..." she realized it didn't matter what she said. His eyes inspected her as if seeking out some flaw or a small detail to capture and appreciate. It made her feel small and inadequate, which was not something she was used to. And yet, it also was a bit of a confidence boost in that he didn't look away. If a man did not like what they saw, they would most certainly continue on until they found something that did. ".. and interesting day. A few lessons which were helpful."<br/><br/>Her breath caught when his fingers touched the bottom hem of her skirt and lifted it. The cabin of the car seemed overheated and stifling. A hand went up to her breast as she watched him strip her with a single glance and seek to see just a small amount more of her skin. The urge to reach down and toss his hand aside and pull her skirt down weighed heavily on her. Fingertips trembled and her wrist twitched about to move into action when they had arrived.<br/><br/>Her face was flushed and her mouth was extremely dry when she was escorted out of the car and through the gathered crowd. His hand felt firm, secure and she inched closer to him while they walked while maintaining a calm posture through to the doors. She had felt those eyes upon her, but knew more were on him. They would hardly give her a glance when such a powerful man was the only reason she was here.<br/><br/>Giana had heard of this place, naturally. Friends, whose financial state was nowhere near as bad as her parents, had spoken about their experience. So her eyes instantly drew in the colors and appeal the restaurant had to offer within and found herself feeling butterflies rise in her belly. In fact, she settled her hand at her waist as they were pulled through to the back where the view captured her breath. Lips parted and the flush did not fade away as her eyes dazzled with the gorgeousness before her.  She took her seat still gazing outward until his voice pulled her back as a reminder he was the purpose of being allowed to see such beauty.<br/><br/>Her brows arched as Giana realized he wasn't going to assume to know what she liked and order for her. That was... rare. Most men wanted to impress or thought they knew better. But Lanvin didn't make it seem like he minded. She glanced down at the words and had to blink a few times to focus on anything before ordering a shiitake and prosciutto cream pasta. To drink, she ordered a fruit infused tea and handed the menu over. Her eyes lifted back up to him. With his attention finally elsewhere other than her, she was able to take her own time to observe him. The aristocratic lines, the handsome features that seemed better in this light than at home. He was dangerous, oh yes. She had no doubt about it, but what kind?<br/><br/>"Oh, no thank you. None for me," Giana quietly told the person pouring the liquor, but just let it be when they ignored her and filled the glasses up. She could smell the stark scent of each one, finding it to be an odd combination. Her lips formed into a smile until they staggered hearing the words that flowed so eloquently from his lips.  "H-hotel room? I don't think so, Mr. Stanna. I'm sorry of I gave you the wrong impression and thank you for bringing me here but, I think it's time I went back home."<br/><br/>How was she to get there? Her phone was upstairs in her bedroom along with her wallet and cards. She couldn't call anyone and it wasn't likely he would drive her back now that she'd just rejected him. It was just a huge... insult that he would expect... well of course he expected that, didn't he? Fear entered her eyes as she was very unsure what was going to happen next. It also chilled her on the spot where she sat so straight.