“Do you know him?” she questions, her tone low and her eyes curious.
“Yes,” I answer tiredly. I need to move this line along, so it's best I just answer her.
She leans closer. “Have you slept with him?”
Unbelievable!
“Sit down, Juliette,” I grit out, trying to contain my anger at her question.
In the few years I’ve known her, Juliette has always borderline harassed me with inappropriate questions. It still never stops being shell-shocking to me though. Who does she think she is asking me shit like that? Especially where I'm working!
She glowers at me. “I asked you a question.”
“It's none of your business.”
“I'm not sitting down until you answer.”
She's being serious, unmoving, and latching onto my every movement and word. Even her friends are staring at her, puzzled at her behaviour as it looks like her jaw will explode based on how hard she's clenching it.
I look behind her and see that the people in the line aren't really paying attention to us, so I don't have to worry about anyone listening.
I lean forward. “No, I haven't slept with him.”
It takes three seconds for her face to relax, her jaw to unclench and for that devilish gleam to reappear in her gorgeous eyes. She doesn't say a word, she just smirks at me and clicks her fingers, gesturing for her clique to follow her as she takes a seat.
So unbelievably dramatic.
I spend the rest of my shift taking orders, while her eyes are on me the whole time. She did that often, stared at me like she was either going to eat me alive or bury me six feet under.
I notice that she's still here and we're about to close in five minutes. Miss Kim herself has left because she had an appointment.
“We're closing,” I announce, wiping down the last table. I ignore her as she stands up and walks towards me.
She reaches forward and leans into me, her breath tickling my ear. “You're coming home with me.”
Chapter FOUR
J u l i e t t e
WasI really here? Sitting on Adaline Emery's motorbike?
When I demanded she drive us to my home, she was bewildered, until I reminded her that she was my godforsaken tutor. Soon after that, she agreed. I didn't expect her to give in so quickly and not put up a fight.
She's a fighter. That's what infuriates me.
She was so bothered by me coming to her little dumpling shop. I've been doing it for a few years now; It's my favourite place to visit, because I get to annoy her. Also, because over the years, I've become accustomed to the place. In fact, I love the food that Miss Kim makes; it's divine.
Regardless, it doesn't matter because right now, all I can think about is how I am engulfed by the scent of cigarettes and cherries, accompanied by a slight hint of lavender.
It is so horribly unbearable to be around that scent; to be aroundher. It is even worse to be behind her, my hands around her tiny waist, clutching onto her leather jacket.
Her bike is shabby, it stinks of gasoline and the seat isn’t very comfortable, so why do I feel so free sitting on it? Why am I dreading the moment we reach my house and I have to get off this bike?
I peer at the side mirror and see Adaline driving with such vigour, not that I can make out her face in that helmet.The Bitch didn't even offer me a helmet.
I can't help but ponder how many people have sat on this bike with her. Besides her friends, did she offer anyone a ride? Did they wrap their arms around her like I am? Or did she actually offer them a helm—It doesn't matter. I don't care. I could care less about who she has on this detestable bike.
I shake my head and decide to release this pent-up frustration in the best way I know how.
