Jennie and the FBI Agent.

Chapter 1

JENNIE

"You look like you've been stood up," a guy says as I peer up from my phone, discreetly clicking the lock screen into place so he can't see what I'm watching.

I arch an eyebrow as I study him. Good looking, mid-twenties, arrogant smile, dominant posture... He's definitely barking up the wrong tree though.

"Actually, I enjoy eating alone," I tell him with a fuck-off, sweet smile. He doesn't take the hint, because his eyes narrow with determination.

Alphas prefer a challenge. I should have known better.

"I'm Bobby. You're..." He lets his words trail off as he rakes his eyes over me, but I say nothing before sipping my coffee. "If you don't give me your name, I'll just call you Beauty."

How original.

His attempt at flattery is overtly untrained and certainly underdeveloped. He's obviously used to getting his way without much of a fuss, which means he never puts forth any effort after catching his prize either. Considering his expensive suit and visible appeal, I'm not surprised.

Plenty of women will overlook his arrogance, confusing it for cockiness, possibly even find it charming.

But I'm the wrong girl.

"How about calling me Not Interested? Because that's the most apt depiction of me at the moment," I tell him, leaning back in my chair,

relaxed and fully in control. "Apparently you haven't gotten a good look," he proceeds, leaning back and making me look at his arrogant ass.

"I've seen more than enough. Still not interested." His look darkens as he takes a step back. "Fine. Fuck it. I don't need frostbite on my dick anyway," he says before turning and walking toward a table where another person is sitting.

The sun is not bright today. We're just a few of the people who opted for the patio instead of the inside of the coffee house,because it looks like it's going to rain

Even though they're tables away, I can still see his friend laughing and shaking her head as Mr. Arrogant plops down to his seat, surly and dejected. I resume watching the footage on my phone, until I feel eyes on me.

Mr. Arrogant's friend doesn't look away when I look up and catch her studying me. She's not leering or even acting interested. I'd say she's trying to read me, just the way I do people.

She's also nice looking My observation would lead me to believe they're work mates, but why is

one dressed better than the other if they do the same job? She doesn't seem submissive or weighted, the way she would if she was working for Mr. Arrogant. Maybe Mr. Arrogant comes from money, and this girl doesn't? Unconcerned, I return my eyes to my phone, pretending I don't notice her intense scrutiny. After few minutes I ask

the waitress for the bill. "It's already been paid," she says with a soft smile. "And you've already left a tip as well," she adds. "A nice one." My eyebrows go up, and she motions back with her head as Mr.Arrogant's friend walks away. Mr. Arrogant is nowhere to be found. "she said to thank you for the entertainment," she proceeds to tell me while watching her walk toward a dark SUV.

"Thanks," I tell her, standing up and heading toward the exit as well. No flirting, no leering looks of longing, and no waiting around to see if I would come to him after he paid for my food. I don't like it when people are nice for no reason.

Saying I was her entertainment isn't enough.

I watch the silent girl, as she lingers by the SUV,

speaking over the phone too quietly for me to hear. I also spot Mr. Arrogant, who is chatting up a pretty girl near the store down the sidewalk. She seems far more interested than I was.I head over to the silent girl just as she