Bad Boy in Meadow Hills

Chapter Ten: Breakfast with the Enemy

"What the hell are you doing?" I shook my head and gestured like he had lost his mind. He seriously just invaded both my booth and my breakfast like everything was perfectly pleasant between us.

He shrugged as if not understanding what the problem was, and smiled an irritatingly charming smile. The poor innocent waitress exchanged glances between us, looking like she was considering calling the cops.

"Do y'all need a moment? Because I can come back." The waitress tried to say it with a professional demeanour, but she sounded like she was begging to be dismissed from the obvious tension.

"That won't be necessary, he was just leaving." I told the waitress, keeping my angry eyes fixated on Phoenix's obnoxiously cocky face. I had hoped against logic that he would take the not-so-subtle hint and leave.

Instead of responding to me, Phoenix grabbed the menu in front of me and pretended to look it over. "Well gee everything just looks delicious and nutritious..wouldn't you agree, sugar foot?" He grinned at me with a fake friendliness, the waitress rolled her eyes at him.

This is a small town and he's the bosses son. I'm sure she not only knows him but has thought of killing him at least fourty-seven times in the past week. Oh wait, that's me I'm thinking of.

The waitress turned her attention to me, and I finally sighed..wanting to be out of this awkward situation. "You wouldn't happen to have a knife I could borrow, would you?" I asked her sarcastically. Both of them chuckled like what I had just said was funny, but I wasn't too sure I was joking. "Or..you could just bring me some very strong coffee." I finally said, giving her the permission she was looking for to escape.

As she scurried off towards the kitchen, he raised his eyebrows at me. "Coffee drinker, huh?"

I sat there for a moment, refusing to back down from my angry stare. But once I finally accepted that this man was too in love with himself to be intimidated, I grunted and settled in my seat. "No. Not usually a coffee drinker. But given my age and the atmosphere, I found it unwise to ask for tequilla."

He laughed a loud, belly laugh and it made me study him suspiciously. He seemed so upset with me yesterday, and now he looked like he hadn't a care in the world. I was beginning to seriously wonder if he suffered from some kind of short-term memory loss.

Suddenly, I remembered my phone I had left in his car. I sat up in my seat excited, and he looked surprised by my sudden change in energy. "Phoenix, where's my phone?!" I demanded.

He smirked as he looked down at the menu he had stole from me and pretended to study it, even though he practically lived here and knew the menu already.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to bring that up." He reached into one of his black jeans pockets and retrieved my phone, waving it in his hand as if teasing me with it. "I even took the initiative to charge it for you, what with me being a nice person and all." Lord, there was no statement that deserved a bigger eyeroll than that.

I held my hand out, gesturing for him to put my phone in it. Instead, he smirked at my outreached hand and placed his free hand in it. "Aww, muffin..it's so cute when you want to hold hands in public."

He laughed as I smacked his hand away and tried to take my phone out of his hand by force. "Give it to me, Phoenix!"

He stopped struggling for a moment, holding the phone out of my reach. A thoughtful look came over his face. "You know..I've fantasized hearing you say that more than I'm prepared to admit. Never in this particular context though. You had less clothing on, too. But speaking of clothing.." His eyes traveled downward, to the leather pants I was wearing. A satisfied smile came on his face..making me blush.