Ice cream, Teasing and Awkward Situations

Chapter 2

My eyes bulged out of their sockets in complete shock, not believing what had just come out of my arch nemesis's mouth. 

He seriously wanted to kiss me? 

This was too weird. 

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, wondering if this was some kind of a joke, but he was looking at me with a deadly serious expression on his face. 

 I shifted nervously in my place as silence filled the air. I opened my mouth and then closed it, not sure how to respond to such a surprising demand from someone who supposedly claimed to hate me.

Suddenly his face started to crack as though he was fighting the urge to smile before he could no longer control himself and a humongous grin fought its way on to his face. 

He let out a loud snort before completely exploding into a fit of loud and obnoxious laughter. He bent over dramatically as he laughed, clutching on to his stomach as he struggled for breath.

"Oh my God," he lets out barely containing his laughs. "I can't believe," he pauses, throwing his head back again. "I can't believe you actually thought I was going to kiss you. That was way too much fun," he said in between wheezes of laughter as he started to come down from his fit.

 I just watched him with a single eyebrow raised, not amused in the slightest by his little performance.

"Thank God, because I was seconds away from projectile vomiting over your face if you got any closer," I snapped back in retaliation.

 His eyes sparkled with glee as I said that, and he leaned in closer, so he was invading my personal space once again. 

With him this close, I couldn't help but catch a trace of his scent, his cologne mixed with the natural earthy scent of his body, created an annoyingly distracting smell. I hated how good he smelled; it gave him an extremely unfair advantage.

 I cleared my throat and flickered my eyes up to meet his, trying my best to look as confident and unaffected by him as possible.

"Look, Mia, we both know you're attracted to me. Just admit it," he said with an arrogant smirk as his piercing blue eyes staring down at me provokingly.

 I found my eyes subconsciously dropping to check him out not being able to resist a quick peek with him this close. His burgundy jacket was left on the back of his chair so all he was wearing was his skin-tight white t-shirt which for some reason seemed to be molded to his body to a painfully teasing degree, exposing every square inch of his body from his broad shoulders to his chiseled abs.

"My eyes are up here Chubs," he teased, snapping me out of my little visual excursion.

 I coughed awkwardly, as I tried to clear my mind again and compose myself. 

 "I was just wondering when you were going to stop shopping in the woman's section and buy a top that can fit you for a change," I said sassily, as I looked him up and down judgmentally.

He didn't seem too pleased by my answer, and his cocky smirk dropped abruptly from his face. 

"I think someone clearly wants to get fired today," he spat spitefully, before spinning around on his feet and heading straight in the direction of my manager.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets in panic and I quickly ran after him and grabbed him before he could get too far.

 Almost as though he knew I was going to do that, he slowly turned back around to face me with raised eyebrows, and an expectant look on his face.