Feel Me...

sed in the hotel's dress code for waitresses – a black LBD with the establishment's name engraved in thick gold thread on the left side of her

voice again with a sliver of impatien

at the woman wa

ntle shake meant to snap him out o

their order for the past ten minutes. He cleared his slightly dried throat, directing his gaze to the leather-bound booklet containing the restaurant's menu. "I'll hav

ith a side of salad tossed with lemon dre

and asked politely, "Would you pref

smiling a little. "I'd l

woman's retreating figure; his gaze was still on her even as Genevieve cleared her th

force he doubled over with a muted groan and a lowly uttered expletive. He raise

sweetly. "You seemed to have been gone a

istered to his shin had faded to a dull, indistinct throb. "You can hardly

her eyes narrowed at the insult, along with jealousy and ir

brushed his lips, "For one thing, she's not a child in a woman'

h he received with mild amusement. "She won't bat an eyelash your direction, Mart

ought you'd be difficult to go out with. You know, after all that chasing and tiresome wooi

s hardened to glaciers of ice as she s

nk y

fed in d

have foolishly most of the time. He wasn't going to chase after her, if that was what she was thinking. The sound of the food cart

p, curiosity avid on her face a

ped it with ease. "She left." He replied simp

asking?" she inquired, plat

to take her untimely leave." He watched her closely, "I

he muttered under her breath, shaking her head slowly. "Wha

me instead? I'd rather prefer yo

unately, sir, I prefer to have my food properly cooked before eating it. This doesn't qualify as cooked in any way. It's practically coated wit

ss which lasted for a ful

n what she said. "Then if you will excuse me, sir.

s, partially engulfing it in a firm yet

rules for the staff to fraternize intimately with the customers, sir. Pardon me, but you'll have to eat that uncooked meat a

emplative pause and after a while, a brief