Annoyed, I grabbed my notepad and made my way to their table, refusing to even glance at Theon.
“What would you like?” I asked, my voice steady, despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
He raised his head, and so did the lady, as though I just interrupted a romantic moment.
“You’ve been sitting here for more than ten minutes and you need to order something. More customers are coming in. The tables—”
“Fine, fine,” the lady cut me off, and I spared her a look. “What do you want? I’ll have anything you want to have,” she told Theon.
I clenched my notepad to keep my hands to myself because her wig was drawing them. If I ripped it off and threw it out the window, what were the chances of getting sued?
“I’m good,” Theon clipped.
She shifted to me. “Then I’m good. We don’t want anything.”
Okay, well, please take your butts and sit outside,was dancing on my tongue, but I turned around, annoyed that I couldn’t do anything to get under—
Strong hand seized my elbow, pulling me back gently. Behind closed lips, I gritted my teeth and trailed my eyes from his sleeved arm to his face, not bothering to hide the displease in my expression. One that he brushed off so elegantly.
“Give her a cinnamon spiced hot chocolate,” he said.
“But she said she doesn’t want anything,” I protested, my frown deepening.
“Give me what he wants to order for me.” A glance at Theon. “Don’t you want one for yourself?”
He shook his head.
“How romantic,” I muttered under my breath and freed my elbow from his grip. I needed a moment to calm down. I wasn’t thinking straight. Theon wasn’t like that. He’d told me with every chance he got—either I was fast asleep, having sex with him, cuddling with him—that he only had eyes for one person.
And my stupid, empty head knew it. But I couldn’t help it. It was the first time I was seeing him pay attention to a girl. He’d always ignored girls in school, too. That could be the reason why I was worked up.
Sighing, I delivered the order to their table and didn’t waste a second lingering. I went to Ma’am Jeena and told her I needed a break. She patted my back, telling me to go to the changing room.
I easily found the changing room door at the back corner and entered. It was empty and clean, two lockers positioned on one side of the wall, a long bench on the opposite side. And that was it. In the rectangular room were two lockers and a bench.
A bed would have been appreciated.
Falling on the bench, I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes, thankful the noise from the shop didn’t reach the room. It was quiet. My mind was at peace. I could think.
Notifications went off on my phone in my pocket, and I smiled. The girls were texting in our group chat that was created on Wednesday night.
Jade:Girls! Did you know Mathew Cowell from that Bumber High movie just moved into the apartment a few metres from mine!!
Laura:Does he have a big dick?
I laughed, typing.
Me:The last time you said you were scared of big dicks.
Laura:Not anymore. I want it now.
Katy:Why are we talking about dicks? Did I read Jade’s question right?
I sent laughing emojis just as the door opened, and I didn’t look, thinking it was Ma’am Jeena until that cologne hit me.
I typed a response as I talked to him.
“So much forcome back to bed with me.”
