Chapter 97

The song playing in the background is a funky sensuous sort of music, and it takes me a while to realise I actually know this song in particular.

We are all sitting as quietly as we can, i see peanut butter is in our bottles, and eating the little platter of treats we had ordered.

It seems Scott was right in his orders to tell us not to bring out any money or credit cards, as it seems Oliver is covering everything. I did not know what their fight was about but yet I believe Scott is on the most beneficial side here, as I can't seem to imagine how eating for free at a restaurant every day would be such a burden as he makes it seem.

"Are you sure we should keep this thing going?" he asks Oliver with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and I can see what he is clearly doing here.

He  wants us to eat until we are able to eat no more, order as many things as you like and make the bill become astronomically huge, then he dumps all the cost on Oliver and teaches them a lesson to never offer him free lunch at any restaurants again.

I can't seem to feel guilty about the fact that I am probably going through a plate of deliciously prepared and spiced spaghetti and meatballs. The taste seems to roll off my tongue and I find myself grinning more than usual.

Eras wears a sort of knowing look, like he knows me they have given me the only thing that would be able to weaken me and make me lose my senses.

And so I'm not surprised, but Clay is the one who wears the surprised look. He's surprised at how much I can eat and how fast I can do it, even Oliver with all his charm and the way his eyes have never met mine since we got here doesn't seem surprised at this.

But Clay wears a tired fascination in his eyes, like he's tired of all the surprises I have been throwing at him since, and the thought makes me blush. I can't say that I have thrown more surprises to him than he has thrown to me, but yet he looks at me with fascination in His eyes.

The sort of intense fascination, that makes me look into my food and just continue eating it is the surest way to escape the unsettling effect he has on me.

"Are you sure you don't want anything more?" Scott asks me smiling sultrily.  It seems this plan, however he has planned it, is not working, and being the gluten than I that I am I finish the last strands of spaghetti on the plate, and I look at the menu once more ready to order something else to eat.

Whoever said eating at another's expense wouldn't be fun was lying. I don't feel any embarrassment having this much fun with people. They say eating at the expense of someone else will make you uncomfortable, as the food dosen't even seem to go, well everything I have eaten up to now seemed to go wonderfully well into my stomach, and I'm already contemplating ordering another one.

There is no crime in it anyway, I'm not the one that's paying though.