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My eyes frantically dart around the counter, looking at the dishes arranged in fancy plates and bowls.
How? There is no Thai food on the island. Then how…
“Khop Khun,” Archer thanks the chef, gets up, and shakes his hand.
Thisis the date I missed?
My heart tightens at the thought as I watch the chef leave and stare at Archer in shock.
And there it is—something I haven’t seen in a while. A bitter smirk on his lips as he says, “You are a little too late.”
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“What is this?”Kat says almost in a whisper.
“Thai food that you missed so much.”
I try to be calm, though I am pissed.
I brought this guy from the mainland. For her. Spent three hours with him, watching him cook and learning Thai while waiting for the fucking date who didn’t even bother responding to my last text.
“It’s cold though,” I try not to sound bitter. “Are you hungry? Or did you just come to get your door lock activated?”
I stick my hands in my jeans pockets because I want to strangle Kat. I feel like a clown in my black dress shirt.
I’ve never been ditched before. And not for a dinner that cost me twenty grand. This was supposed to be a surprise. An effort to turn our meetings into something more than just fucking. Because I want more.Needit before my mind goes crazy.
But obviously, Kat couldn’t give a shit.
Except she is speechless.
Good.
“He came from the mainland to cook you dinner,” I say. “But I guess you had better plans.”
“I-I just had dinner,” she murmurs, studying the food wide-eyed.
She looks amazing and more feminine in a green dress that’s longer than her other ones. Which makes me even angrier, because she dressed up for someone who is obviously not me.
“Great. Not hungry then,” I say, feeling my blood starting to boil.
I snatch one of the salad bowls, walk toward the trash drawer, and dump the contents into it.
Kat gasps. “Wha—”
But I don’t want to hear what she has to say. I grab another bowl, turn, and walk toward the trashcan.
“What are you doing?!” Kat darts toward me and grabs the bowl out of my hands. But I have a firm grip on it and pull it back, and the salad goes flying around like confetti.
“You wanted papaya salad, baby? There.”
I toss the entire bowl into the trashcan and turn toward the kitchen island again.
I’m pissed.
“Green curry?” I arch my brow as I grab a bowl of curry. “Delicious!”
