Madame

Chapter 4

Karina's POV

The restaurant my uncle picked is fancy enough to make me severely uncomfortable. The amount of perv-looking men is alarming, not to mention that it smells of heavily applied cologne.

We all sit around the big table and I sit back in my chair and earn a disapproving look from my uncle so I sit up and rest my forearms on the table. "You will act like an adult when they arrive. All of you." He warns looking past me to Hugo and Maxime who raise their eyebrows at him but nod either way.

If she brings that son of a bitch again, I'll act however I see fit. Luckily she doesn't. She struts in with the big teddy bear guy from before and, of course, Tomma who is trotting happily next to her. We all stand up and wait for her to come to the table.

"Nice to see you again." She says, gripping my uncle's outstretched hand and nodding her head at the rest of us. Tomma looks at me and gives me a smile and I return it, making him go red. We all retake our seats and I immediately get bored listening to my uncle's voice.

"You look better than you did the night we left." Tomma's voice penetrates my brain and I make eye contact with him. "Yeah, I hope so. Still healing though." I shrug, leaning back into my chair and crossing my legs. "Yeah, you guys had a good fight. I mean he obviously lost but still." He babbles on like a little kid, "And you should see him now, he's weak and can't even talk properly, he has bruises all ov-," He abruptly stops as the woman's head turns to him, and her eyes slant, suggesting that he stop. "I'm sure he does," I smile.

We all talk about random things, Tomma became obsessed with Hugo and Maxime so I just had fun watching them become super uncomfortable as Tomma's questions became more and more intrusive.

"So what's your body count?" Tomma asks the two men and I almost spit out my soup. Maxime and Hugo's eyes dart side to side, trying to find a way to escape the question but Tomma is on the edge of his seat leaning over the table, waiting for an answer. I continue giggling and see her eyes dart from me and then back to my uncle every few seconds.

Her piercing grey eyes could make anyone crumble. They looked like an angry set of clouds just without the lightning. Just a quick glance from her could bring a grown man to his knees. Hell if given the opportunity they could bring me to my knees.

I suddenly have the urge to go pee so I excuse myself with a nod from my uncle and make my way to the bathroom, looking back momentarily to see her eyes following me. We make eye contact for a second but her head whips back to my uncle, pretending to be all ears as he rambles on.

I shrug it off and continue to the bathroom and relieve myself. I wash my hands and check myself out in the mirror; place my handbag on the counter and pull out my lipstick, seeing that most of it faded after having dabbed my mouth with my napkin. I lightly dab the stick on the innermost parts of my lips and lowly move my lips together to blend.

The door opens and the air gets thicker, and the sound of heels rings in my ears. Her musky perfume invades my senses as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, enjoying the warm feeling. I open my eyes and realize how sexy the smell is... I mean it makes her sexier if that makes any sense. But the fact that she's right behind me, looking at me through the mirror, is much much sexier.

"Yes?" My brow raises as I pat the lipstick around with my finger, washing my hands afterward to remove any residue.

"Tomma likes you." That is all she says, still standing behind me like a creeper. I hum, "I'm glad. He's a good kid." I grab a towel from a central placeholder and thoroughly dry my hands, maybe out of nervousness.

"He doesn't like what I did to you. He even cried when we talked about it." She rolls her eyes slightly, but I catch it out of the corner of my eye. "He cries a lot, doesn't he?" I question, but I'm mostly joking. "Depends. Either way, the point is, is that he finds you...interesting, but doesn't know your name." My eyes widen a bit when she shifts to her feet. Was she nervous?