AMELIA POV
As I exit the limo, I can feel Mr Parker's gaze like the shock of a sparkler as it hits your skin. Feigning ignorance, I pretend to fix my dress and re-grip my clutch as I wait for him to take the lead.
He's not happy I'm here, but thankfully, I am simply written off as some simple girl his son has decided to entertain for the night.
Jayce walks up to meet me where I stand just outside the doors of the restaurant. He gives me a soft smile and reaches a hand up to tuck a loose strand behind my ear. I'm transfixed by his gesture, unable to move or react whilst I feel him hesitate to move his hand away.
His gaze meets my own calculating stare and his cheeks burn tomato red as his hand comes down to tuck into his pocket. Adorable.
Adorable? The hell? Stop it Amelia.
I rip my gaze from Jayce and without a word, waltz through the beautiful wooden doors behind his parents to take our seats. As we sit, the Parkers make no move for conversation. Instead, Mr Parker busies himself with his phone whilst his wife gazes through the menu.
I catalogue everything in sight. The workers that rush back and forth from the kitchen, the tables filled to the brim with chatter, the position of the tables, ordered in such a way that you would have to weave through to exit.
I notice the breeze – of an air conditioner rather than windows – and the way it sputters. I map the space and its inhabitants. If things with Eugene turn south, I have at least 6 potential exit points for Jayce and I.
Just to reassure myself, I shuffle slightly, just enough to feel the cool silver of my blades shift against my inner thighs. To revel in the pinch of the shuriken that bite into my underarms. The sash around my waist wound so tight, I can feel the pressure with each breath. That would work quite nicely as a rope for restraints if need be.
Jayce's body heat radiates toward my chilled skin as he shifts his seat closer to mine ever so slightly. I soon find the reason why when a shivering darkness slithers across my flesh.
Glancing at our new guests, I meet the eyes of Eugene, Aaron seeming too enthralled with Jayce's presence to acknowledge me yet. Wondering of his importance and, I assume, 163 ways to murder him.
I can feel the dominance and danger ooze from the men across the table, knowing damn well they can feel that same power ooze from me. And for a moment I wonder, can Jayce feel it too?
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