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I’m trying!

Swallowing I continue, “I meant it as wow that’s unusual...and not wow as in that I think you’re some king from the myths.” I twirl my hands behind my back, vaguely noticing it makes my tits push out but Pendragon’s eyes don’t even flicker. “Because I definitely donotthink that.”

“I believe you’re quite right,” he says giving me a stony look and then he turns around heading for the door.

“Wait! What about the cause?”

“Of course, I forgot,” he mutters, slapping his forehead with his palm and my heart speeds up. “You put your argument forward brilliantly. How could I possibly deny you my money?”

“Really?” I gasp.

His eyes hook into mine and he snarls, “No.”

He leaves. The bastard just leaves and Muffin Man is quick to follow.

“Dang it,” I mutter, feeling my chest sink as I walk over to the counter. Now I know how butterflies feel when bad boys rub their wings.

“At least you tried,” Dimitra says, patting me on the shoulder.

Roger pats me on my other one. “Sometimes we try and reach for the stars, but we fail to see that maybe the stars don’t want to be reached.”

“Ugh! Zip it you two.” I shrug off their hands, grabbing a bun filled with caramel sauce and shove it into my mouth. “Next time you’re singing that stupid song.”

They nod and Dimitra gestures at the bun. “You’re paying for that, right?”

“What do you think?” I hiss, shamelessly chewing like a goat and a crumb hits her in the face.

“Okay,” she murmurs, brushing off the crumb, “you’re having what you Americans call a situation.” She pats me on my shoulder again. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Stuffing the rest of the bun into my pie hole, I say with my mouth full to Roger,

“I blew it.”

He nods dramatically. “You did.” Even he sounds a little baffled. “Shit Zee, sometimes you’re a real hot mess.”

“Not helpful,” I say, opening a can of cherry coke and he shrugs.

“Maybe he’ll be back. You could always try a second time.”

“He said he wouldn’t be,” I mutter, taking a sip and Roger sighs, pinching my cheek.

“Stay positive. And remember you’ll get gold status at M&M if you manage to catch him. If you catch him Zee,” he winks at me, “then you’ll be catching a whale.”

Add to that killer.

2.

Zerena

After yesterday’s disaster I’m pretty pleased when I manage to get through the whole day without breaking something or tripping over someone’s legs. You’d think that being a walking, talking disaster is something you outgrow past the age of twenty (I’m twenty two) but no...

I’m not that lucky. Some people are just born sleek and I bet Pendragon is one of them. I’ve never seen him do anything with anything less than perfect precision.

Even the way he waves me over is perfection, which says a lot because waving a waitress over is in general considered obnoxious. And don’t get me wrong, it’s obnoxious when Pendragon does it too but I still can’t help but admire him.

And yes, I’m one of those shallow as a puddle girls. If I see a handsome face I turn into liquid mush. Not that a man’s character doesn’t matter to me. It does and it matters more but it’s not like crazily good looking guys hang around at every corner.

Not that I’ll ever see Pendragon again, since I blew my chances. I keep replaying what happened with him in my mind over and over because it was probably one of the worst moments of life. And if I could just rewind time I would. Or if only I could talk to him once more, do a better job, be a little more serious.

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