The second we stopped, I looked up at him sharply. “What are you doing?” I asked under my breath.
His eyes moved over my face slowly, appreciatively. “Having lunch,” he repeated calmly.
“Boss.”
“What?” he smirked faintly. “I can’t eat?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
His gaze drifted briefly toward the door. “Your new family seems nice,” he murmured.
My jaw tightened instantly. “Don’t.”
“What?” he asked innocently, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I’m being respectful.”
“No, what you're doing is pissing me off,” I replied sharply.
His expression shifted at my tone, becoming darker. More irritated. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek before he leaned slightly closer. Boss exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes never leaving mine. “I haven't been able to book with you. I wanted to see you.”
“You saw me already," I countered.
“Wasn’t enough.”
I stared at him for heated moment. "Did you…follow me?" I asked cautiously.
He shook his head. "Nah."
This nigga was lying.
I folded my arms across my chest, trying to regain some control over myself. “You're crossing boundaries, Boss. I don’t know how you knew I was here, but you can’t just pop up in my fucking life like this.”
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Looks like I just did.”
He thought this shit was amusing? I stepped closer, staring into his eyes. "I don’t know what the fuck you think you're doing, but this shit ends now," I stated firmly under my breath.
"What are you trying to say, Gianna?" he asked slowly.
"I'm saying—you'll no longer be able to utilize my services at Siren House. As soon as I leave, I'm telling Madam to take you off my client list. I want you to stay the fuck away from me."
Panic flashed in his eyes. He shook his head. "Nah. Nah, you don't mean that. Not after what we shared."
This nigga was crazy. I could see it now. "Stay away from me, Boss. I mean it." I moved past him, but he grabbed my arm. Immediately, I wrenched it free drawing curious stares from onlookers nearby.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" one of the male servers asked.
"She's fine!" Boss barked suddenly. "Mind your fucking business!" He turned to me. "Gianna—"
But I was already stalking off.
"Gianna!" he called after me.
By this time, my heart was racing and my stomach was sinking. I quickly headed to the table where Ms. Betty and Angel both looked at me in alarm at my hurried stride and flustered energy.
Grabbing my purse, I reached in and withdrew my wallet.
"Gianna, are you okay?" Ms. Betty asked.
"Hey, I'm so sorry, ladies but we need to go." Peeling off some money, I placed it on the table.
