*Olivia*
Ethan and Alexander red at each other from across the table as if they were participating in an old–fashioned western standoff. I rolled my eyes because I could practically see the testosterone wafting off of them.
Then, without another word, Ethan got up from the table and left the restaurant,pletely ignoring the tea our server had just brought him.
Once I watched him leave the restaurant, I sighed in relief and copsed back into my seat. My back was cold from the sweat that had dried during my time with my ex–husband. It seemed like Ethan was bing more unhinged than usual. When we were married, he was overbearing and domineering, but he wasn’t crazy. Had his time with Chloe driven him off the deep end? Apprehension filled me when I imagined my future encounters with him.
As I contemted this, I assumed that Alexander would leave, too, but he actually got our server’s attention. I noticed that her eyes widened when she saw that I was sitting with a different man now–especially since Ethan had lied and said that he was my husband–but she thankfully didn’tment.
“Can we please have two bacon and cheese omelets with a side of fresh fruit and two iced vanitte’s?” he asked and set down his cup of tea. “I think we are going to need something stronger than our tea.”
After the server left, I gazed at Alexander gratefully. “Thank you,” I murmured.
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I didn’t know what exactly I was thanking him for–ordering breakfast, helping drive Ethan away by his mere presence and sticking up for me, or just staying at the table with me.
But I didn’t have to exin my gratitude. Alexander just nodded in understanding, and we shared a small smile.
After the server brought us our breakfast, I eagerly tucked into my food and sipped on mytte. The caffeine helped with my pounding headache, and the hearty food quieted down my growling stomach. When I reached over to pick up a green grape, I noticed that Alexander hadn’t touched his food, and he was staring at me with an amused expression.
“What?” I asked and picked up my napkin, afraid that I had something on my face.
He leaned forward and steepled his fingers together. “You’re so cute when you get angry. You get a little indentation in your forehead, and your eyes narrow into slits. I also enjoyed you yelling at Ethan. It was nice to be the one that you weren’t arguing with for a change.” He took a long sip of his drink, and the ice cubes rattled against the ss cup. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down made my mouth dry for some strange reason. “I liked teaming up with you against your ex- husband. We should do it again sometime.”
I rolled my eyes at his teasing, but I couldn’t help butugh and blush as I recalled the fact that he had called me cute.
Then, a heavy weight fell onto my shoulders, as I rememberedst night. I put down my fork and cleared my throat. As my pulse quickened, I forced myself to look into his eyes even though that was thest thing that I wanted to do right now.
“Listen, aboutst night, um, I’m sorry for my…drunken behavior,” I
told him.
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But even as I said those words, I knew that I would have kissed him even without that shot of whiskey as courage.
Instead of getting mad or making me even more embarrassed, Alexander set his coffee carefully on the table, and he smiled. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood this morning, and it lifted my spirits as well.
“You look beautiful this morning,” Alexander said out of nowhere.
had been taking a bite of a strawberry, and his words made me choke. A little bit of the red juice from the fruit dribbled from my mouth. Before I could wipe it off with my napkin, Alexander leaned forward and wiped it off with his warm thumb. As he traced my lips with his finger, a shiver went down my spine. Our gazes were locked together, and it was like he had put a spell over me. I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was look at him.
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