CHAPTER EIGHT

- KILLIAN -

Kate stood up. She whispered something in my ear before leaving, leaving Hazel and I alone for a while.

A smile formed on my face as I stared at Hazel. She looks anxious. Ridiculously and vulnerably anxious.

"She's in the loo." I whispered under my breath, telling Hazel.

Even that made her gasp. I watched her reaction carefully. She looks uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable and I don't like it. Although, I think I kind of love how she's squeezing her thighs underneath the table. I tilted my chin up with a smirk.

"You can relax, I don't bi-" I started but got cut short with a yell.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hazel whisper-yelled at me.

"I'm going to pretend I know where you're headed." I retorted calmly.

"Pre-" She paused to catch her breath. "Pretend?.. I don't know, like, what the fuck?!" Hazel leaned her hand on the table, pushing her upper bod forward. Her lips parted and from the frown on her face, I could tell she was about to say or do the meanest thing ever. For a weird reason, a half grin formed on my lips, waiting for it. The most I've seen women do to a man is pour a drink or water on his face. There is none on our table, so forgive me for being intrigued by her outburst.

"An order for table seven?" A waiter said, standing in front of us, behind him is another waiter. Hazel eyed him and bit her lips. Her fists clenched on the table and she exhaled.

"Yes!" She breath, clearing her throat. Hazel sat down as one of the waiters set wine glasses on the table and poured us wine. The other by his side dropped the dishes on the table.

"Bon appetit." The waiter who questioned us at first said with a bow and left. The other waiter left the wine bottle before taking his leave.

Hazel gulped down the contents in her glass forcefully. She proceeded to pour herself another glass.

I gazed at the spill dripping from the end of her lips to her cleavage. A half grin formed on my lips. She just knows how to carelessly make men's eyes wander. Her clumsiness is fun if I must say.

"Careful." I tucked out a handkerchief from my breast pocket and leaned over the table to wipe her chin dry. She sat still, giving me access. "You don't want to repeat that night."

Her brows furrowed and she slapped my hand away. I noticed the goose bumps popping all over her skin my hand came in contact with. For someone who seems to be mad at me, her body wants something else.

I chuckled when she took the handkerchief from me, wiped the spill on her tits and threw it at me. It hit my chest and fell on my thighs.

We both know how it ends.

"Don't come near me." Hazel shot back at me. "As far as I'm concerned, that night was a mistake. And mistakes are often forgotten." She sat up straight.

"Is it though?" I asked, staring deep in her eyes. Her eyes masked betrayal and hurt. It looks weary yet so innocent. I know I'm an asshole but apologizing for something I very much enjoyed wouldn't quite do me well. "Do you not think about that night? Does your body not crave my touch."

The sharp gasp that escaped her lips told me everything I needed to know. She's not denying. Naughty.

"Let's dine." I suggested. I don't actually mean that although Kate would want us to. I want to wait for her.

"I'll wait for Kate." She muttered.

I don't know why, but a grin formed on my face. "Suit yourself." I said and held a fork.

Hazel shot me a glare with a pout. "Unbelievable jerk." She murmured under her breath. Her tone was low but loud enough for me to hear, my grin widened. She wanted me to listen.

I know she's watching me. Why not try a little trick? I dug my fork into the raspberry puree on top of the cake slice slowly. It spilled, all around the fork. I twisted it.

Hazel's gentle pants slid in my ears. I lifted my gaze to meet hers and stuck my tongue out beneath the fork before sliding it in my mouth, letting the puree drip on my tongue. "Almost as delicious."

Hazel froze, monitoring my every move. From her gaze, I knew she'd stab me if given the chance. I shouldn't play with her emotions, especially since she's younger than me but I can't help it. Her reactions are priceless.

"Sorry for delaying. Girl problem." Kate arrived, breaking the silence. She sat by my side and put her arms around mine. "Did you two talk? Bond?" She asked, exchanging glances with the both of us. Kate sounds very excited.

"Not really." Hazel said.

"Quiet well." I said and looked at her. Our words collided. From her look, I know Hazel did not like my reply. I kissed Kate slowly on her ear. "She's quite the character, chipmunk."

"I know right?" Kate giggled. She sounds relieved. "I want my two favourite people getting along. It'll kill me if you two didn't."

I wrapped my hand around Kate's shoulder. Her skin is soft. "It's quite nostalgic."I added, my lips are pressed on Kate's cheek. "Almost like I've known her. Like we've had an interesting encounter prior to tonight." My attention was on Hazel. Sitting across the table with a worried expression on her face, she poured herself more wine and gushed it down forcefully. She wants to get drunk. I don't think that's a good idea.

Should I taunt Hazel this way? I don't think so but I'm enjoying it. Way more than I'm supposed to. I adjusted a bit from Kate without moving too far.

"Want a bite?" I asked, returning my attention to Kate. Hazel tensed in her seat.

"How can I say no?" Kate beamed, leaning her head forward. I dipped the fork in the cake slice and took a lump. The fork is pointed at Kate. She enveloped it with her mouth. "Mmm." Kate moaned. "Yummy."

My eyes glistened as I had the flashback of Hazel's mouth fucking my cock. My dick thrusts hard against my zipper, begging to pop out.

Fuck. I'm hard.