Why am I so intrigued?
Those walls are way down.
He’s so affectionate and warm when he’s not being a jerk.
So am I, to be fair.
When Marco turns, I turn away too.
But there’s an ache in my belly.
A desire to know more.
Perhaps I’ve judged him too soon.
Vonnie catches me checking out the hired help.
She knows that look.
“Don't even think about it,” she laughs.
“I was…”
“You were doing exactly what I think you were doing.”
Busted.
“Tell me you don't notice it too,” I huff.
It sounds more defensive than I intended.
“Maybe he’s bi or gay, yes,” she admits. “And it’s none of our fucking business.”
Perhaps. But I can’t help myself.
My eyes drift back to Marco’s hand resting casually on his arm.
More than friends, I decide.
Lovers, perhaps?
Another wave of jealousy hits.
He stands behind Porter, tucking in his shirt, whispering something in his ear.
They look back toward the kitchen.
They’re teasing each other about something.
Porter's cheeks have flushed pink.
“I'm an idiot,” I mumble.
Wouldn't be the first time I’ve started crushing on a man who’s already in love with someone else.
The chef returns to the kitchen.
Marco watches him leave, eyes glowing fondly.
