“Got it.”
She twirls around and marches back to the kitchen. I pretend to read the menu, but my eyes lock on the door, waiting impatiently formio piccolo angeloto walk back out.
My little angel.
And she is, an angel that is. There is nothing little about Mia. Her personality is bright and bubbly. Her body is voluptuous. Not to mention her heart, she has a big old heart of gold. She’s truly something special, which is why I need to keep my distance.
So why am I sitting here? Because I’m a masochist. I can’t go a day without checking on her. My feelings for her run so deep to the point I don’t even do it consciously anymore. I find myself driving by her house or the restaurant without even realizing I jumped in my car. Yep, I’m obsessed.
The sad part is, I know she has feelings for me. She made it obvious when she kissed me back, and again when she refused to speak to me after I fucked everything up. Man, I’m an idiot. I wish we could go back to before the kiss.
Best friends.
The kind of friends who share secrets.
Too bad I had to go and shatter our friendship.
I’m so busy with my self-hatred that I don’t even realize when she comes back until she’s standing before me.
“Are you okay, Lo?”
Her gentle tone throws me off.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I mutter.
She sets the beer on the table and takes a seat across from me. “You don’t look so good. Is everything really okay?”
No. I’m in love with you, but I can’t have you because I’m the devil and you are an angel.
“It’s as okay as it is ever going to be, Mia.”
She nods in understanding. “Do you want your usual?”
I let a small smile escape. She remembers my meal. I nod.
She takes the menu from me. “Better get this out of your way before you tear it to pieces next.” Then she winks at me, and I swear my whole world spins. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over this table right here and fuck her seven ways till Sunday.
I watch her hips sway as she walks around chatting with other tables. Anytime she’s around, my eyes can’t stay off her. Shit, I am a stalker.
A surprise guest slides into the chair across from me, and I jump at the sudden intrusion.
“Damn, Lo. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you jump. Are you feeling okay?”
“Matteo. I’d say what a pleasure, but well, it’s not. What are you doing here?”
He chuckles. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I kind of watch the boss’s woman. It’s part of the job, being wherever she is.”
I clenched my fists. Of course, he’s here.
I am slipping.
“Outside, not in here” is the only thing I can come up with.
“I’m only getting some food. I can find another table.”
I grit my teeth. “No, it’s okay. Sit.”
“Great. Thanks, bud.” I don’t miss the sarcasm in his tone.
