If she hadnât pushed him away, Nigel felt he could have kissed her forever. He stared at the woman sticking close to the door in disbelief, his gaze burning with the passion that was usually not there.
Queenie blushed and averted her gaze the instant she met his eyes, then fiddled with her fingers awkwardly. He poked the insides of his cheeks with his tongue and explained, âListen closely. Julianâs my best friend. Say heâs my boyfriend again, and I'll kiss you. | donât mind doing that.â
She blinked her eyes in shock. âA-Are you sure heâs not your boyfriend?â
Seeing the doubtful expression on her face, he couldn't stop himself from roaring, âIâm straight, you hear that?!â
Queenie felt her ears buzz and almost leaped up at his sudden roar. | should speak up for Julian, or she might think heâs not straight. Nigel snorted. âJulian is straight too. If you try to match us up again...â He curled his fingers up and threatened to knock on her head.
She quickly held her head and responded, âFine, fine. | got it already, Mr. Manson.â
He was still a little miffed, so he flicked her arms, earning a gasp from her. âThat hurts.â âThatâs the point.â His lips curled into a smirk. Queenie shot him a glare. âYou could have just said so. That kiss was unnecessary.â
Nigel started up the car and snorted again. âYou think | wanted to kiss you? | just wanted to prove my point and stop you from coming up with stupid theories again.
She wanted to get mad at him, but she couldnât. After all, she was the one poking around with his business, so she could only accept the consequences followed by her action.
In the meantime, a couple was getting out of a car. The guy was trying to cheer the girl up as he opened the door for her and pulled her out of the seat. The girl pursed her lips and got out reluctantly.
âI'm sorry, Bonnie. | know | was wrong. | shouldnât have let my mind run wild.â Leslie apologized. âIf you think Iâm cheating on you, we can break up. | have a line of men who would kill to be my boyfriend.â Bonnie snapped.
He quickly held her hand. âIâm sorry, but you wouldn't take my calls, and | was worried. Look, | have reserved a spot at your favorite restaurant. Letâs go inside. Donât be mad already, alright?â
She finally cheered up. The food here cost a ton, but she wasnât worried. After all, she wasnât paying for her meals; Leslie was.
Not long after they went into the restaurant, Nigel showed up and parked his car. Queenie got out of the car, and Nigel stood beside her. She looked rather petite under the light.
She was wearing a long green dress and had not put on any makeup, but that only served to make her look even more refreshing, unlike most women. âThis place isnât cheap,â she muttered under her breath. She had come here once, and it cost about 14 hundred dollars just to have a meal.
Nigel cocked his eyebrow. âAre you saying we should leave?â âNo, we should go in,â she quickly answered and shook her head like a kid. Heâs paying. Might as well take advantage of it. Itâs not like one little meal can bankrupt him.
He was about to pat her head, but then he thought it was inappropriate, so he balled his fist and pulled his hand back.
They went up to the top floor. The place looked like a portrait with the sunset as its backdrop. âWe'll take the table by the window,â Queenie told the waitress and went to the last window seat..