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huh?“
"Yeah, here we are!" She says, smiling at him as best she can.
This plan is shit. If I thought it before, I'm sure of it now. We're never going to make this work, because this guy is a fucking moron, and there's no way I'm going to let her do this. Using a honeypot to get access is one thing, but this is fucking ridiculous. This guy is way off and way out of line already. He's a loose cannon, and it's putting me on every edge I've got.
Anderson leans forward suddenly, grabbing both her hands, and I see her flinch; "What say we just skip the drinks and get outta here, huh?"
I expect her to freeze, to seize up at the sudden grip on her hands. With her background, that's gotta be triggering something, especially from a big drunk asshole like this prick.
But she's smooth; Goddamn is she smooth.
Peyton just laughs; "My my , now that wouldn't be very lady-like of me or very gentlemanly of you!" She slaps his hand playfully; "And I do like myself a gentleman!" I find myself flinching and my hand gripping onto the edge of the table like I want to break it off. I know first hand how much Peyton does not "like herself a gentleman." Because I can be a lot of things, but "gentlemanly" is not one of them.
And I don't remember any complaints.
Anderson chuckles; "Well, shit, yeah I can be all the gent you need, babe."
She giggles, her hand tracing up his arm. Every single cell in my body roars, every alarm goes off in my head, and I'm hardly aware that I'm gripping the tablecloth tight enough to practically tear it in two.
Their drinks come, and she doesn't touch hers, but that’s not what I’m watching; I'm watching her flirt with him. She's giggly, and smiley, and friendly in a way, well, in a way I haven't seen in more than a year.
And it's enraging to watch.
I know it's for the mission; I know this isn't "real", but Jesus Christ, I'm going to explode in a second if he puts his fucking hands on her one more fucking time.
They're leaning close, and he's blabbing about hunting or something, and she's at least making a very good show of hanging onto his words; giggling at stupid lines. I can feel the rage and the fury building and bubbling inside of me, barely able to stop myself from outright glaring right at them, or worse.
And then he leans in to kiss her cheek, and I lose it; I'm done .
I shove my chair back loudly, loud enough that she breaks just for half a second and jerks her head my way. I need to get the fuck out of here; need to get away from this before I detonate.
I'm shoving my way through the restaurant, and I'm just barely able to hear her laugh once more at something that douchebag says; "I need to go use the ladies room; don't go far, handsome!"
Fuck that, I'm out of here.
*****
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I ignore her voice outside the restaurant, a scowl on my face as I continue on into the shadows by the side of the building.
"Hey! Will you fucking stop? "
I stop and whirl around to Peyton; " What ."
"Excuse me? 'What'? How about what the fuck was that back in there?"
I can feel the rage roaring inside but I force it down as I narrow my eyes at her; " That? That was fucking bullshit is what that was. I wasn't going to just sit there watching you flirt with that piece of shit."
She rolls her eyes, which has the simultaneous effect of getting right under my skin but also perking my arousal with the sexy way she pushes her long blonde hair back from her face; "Oh, right, because I want to have dinner and get hit on by dipshits like Anderson. This isn’t about you or me, Bryce. It's about me getting my brother back."
"We can't do this, not like this and not with that fucking guy."
She narrows her eyes and smirks; "Oh, and why is that, Bryce?"
I snarl; "Because! Because he's- he's-"
"He's what, flirting with me?" I grit my teeth and say nothing, and she rolls her eyes again; "I should get back in there.”
" Fine ." I turn and storm down
"Yeah, here we are!" She says, smiling at him as best she can.
This plan is shit. If I thought it before, I'm sure of it now. We're never going to make this work, because this guy is a fucking moron, and there's no way I'm going to let her do this. Using a honeypot to get access is one thing, but this is fucking ridiculous. This guy is way off and way out of line already. He's a loose cannon, and it's putting me on every edge I've got.
Anderson leans forward suddenly, grabbing both her hands, and I see her flinch; "What say we just skip the drinks and get outta here, huh?"
I expect her to freeze, to seize up at the sudden grip on her hands. With her background, that's gotta be triggering something, especially from a big drunk asshole like this prick.
But she's smooth; Goddamn is she smooth.
Peyton just laughs; "My my , now that wouldn't be very lady-like of me or very gentlemanly of you!" She slaps his hand playfully; "And I do like myself a gentleman!" I find myself flinching and my hand gripping onto the edge of the table like I want to break it off. I know first hand how much Peyton does not "like herself a gentleman." Because I can be a lot of things, but "gentlemanly" is not one of them.
And I don't remember any complaints.
Anderson chuckles; "Well, shit, yeah I can be all the gent you need, babe."
She giggles, her hand tracing up his arm. Every single cell in my body roars, every alarm goes off in my head, and I'm hardly aware that I'm gripping the tablecloth tight enough to practically tear it in two.
Their drinks come, and she doesn't touch hers, but that’s not what I’m watching; I'm watching her flirt with him. She's giggly, and smiley, and friendly in a way, well, in a way I haven't seen in more than a year.
And it's enraging to watch.
I know it's for the mission; I know this isn't "real", but Jesus Christ, I'm going to explode in a second if he puts his fucking hands on her one more fucking time.
They're leaning close, and he's blabbing about hunting or something, and she's at least making a very good show of hanging onto his words; giggling at stupid lines. I can feel the rage and the fury building and bubbling inside of me, barely able to stop myself from outright glaring right at them, or worse.
And then he leans in to kiss her cheek, and I lose it; I'm done .
I shove my chair back loudly, loud enough that she breaks just for half a second and jerks her head my way. I need to get the fuck out of here; need to get away from this before I detonate.
I'm shoving my way through the restaurant, and I'm just barely able to hear her laugh once more at something that douchebag says; "I need to go use the ladies room; don't go far, handsome!"
Fuck that, I'm out of here.
*****
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
I ignore her voice outside the restaurant, a scowl on my face as I continue on into the shadows by the side of the building.
"Hey! Will you fucking stop? "
I stop and whirl around to Peyton; " What ."
"Excuse me? 'What'? How about what the fuck was that back in there?"
I can feel the rage roaring inside but I force it down as I narrow my eyes at her; " That? That was fucking bullshit is what that was. I wasn't going to just sit there watching you flirt with that piece of shit."
She rolls her eyes, which has the simultaneous effect of getting right under my skin but also perking my arousal with the sexy way she pushes her long blonde hair back from her face; "Oh, right, because I want to have dinner and get hit on by dipshits like Anderson. This isn’t about you or me, Bryce. It's about me getting my brother back."
"We can't do this, not like this and not with that fucking guy."
She narrows her eyes and smirks; "Oh, and why is that, Bryce?"
I snarl; "Because! Because he's- he's-"
"He's what, flirting with me?" I grit my teeth and say nothing, and she rolls her eyes again; "I should get back in there.”
" Fine ." I turn and storm down
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