Stephan ended the call and turned to find the waiter waiting for him. The young man flinched inside when he encountered Stephan's face. He felt a dangerous aura from him that told him that the customer he was about to serve wasn't someone to trifle with.
"What do you want, sir?" The waiter was extra polite. He didn't want to tick off Stephan.
Stephan said nothing and bent his head to read the menu on the table without acknowledging the waiter.
Still with his head slightly bowed, the waiter looked towards Rose, waiting for her to read the menu, but she was staring at her phone, which the waiter found weird. Is she his secretary or his wife? He could see a matching band on their hand, but Rose's mild demeanor didn't suggest she was his wife.
Rose felt the waiter's sneaky looks but pretended not to notice. She hopes Stephan doesn't pick up on his staring for the young man's case. He isn't leering at her; he looks more like a curious cat, but that doesn't make much difference to her husband. Stephan hates people converting what is his, which he would interpret the young man's action to be.
Stephan finished reviewing the menu and looked up to find the waiter staring at his wife. He knew how beautiful Rose was and how much other men wanted her. She evokes desire in every man who catches her glimpse, but she is hers, and unless he gives his permission, no one is allowed to touch her, not even look at her.
"Is there a problem?"
The waiter flinched visibly at the hardness in Stephan's tone. His skin broke out in bumps when he looked into his cold blue eyes. He felt as if he was staring death in the face.
"Not at all, sir." The young man shook his head vigorously in denial, his voice trembling like a leaf.
"Good, because— Stephan looked at Rose, and she looked right back—only the men I permitted to could touch her."
His words confounded the young man. His brow furrowed as he tried to wrap his brain around Stephan's words. Shouldn't it be that no man is allowed to touch her? If he had the beauty as his wife, he would not let her come outside lest someone take her away from him.
"Do you like him?"
The waiter snapped out of his mind at Stephan's question to Rose. He felt his dick twitch when Rose turned her alluring, sexy brown eyes on him. He couldn't stand her perusal and felt like he was about to turn into a puddle.
Rose started from the dirty sneakers on the waiter's feet, up his worn-out light brown colored jeans, his two-dollar shirt, which looks slightly oversized for his thin frame, his weak chin, sunk cheeks, dull and twitching grey eyes, and shaggy blonde hair. When she finished, she turned to her husband. "No, he doesn't do it for me. Too young and a small dick, she said causally and went back to her phone."
The waiter felt like someone had lit a fire inside him; he couldn't blush hard enough.
Stephan laughed uproariously at Rose's words drawing the attention of other people in the room, but he didn't give a fuck. His laughter was humorless and brief, which made the waiter very uncomfortable. He didn't know which was more terrifying. His customer's cold looks or his laughter.
He will go with the laughter. It sounds like the devil's laughter.
The laugh dried up on Stephan's face, and he fixed a cold and stern look on the waiter as he issued his warning. "Don't look at my wife again, or I will pluck your eyes out."
The waiter gulped. "I am sorry, sir," he stammered.
Stephan smiled as if all was forgiven. "We will have the Caesar salad, fried chicken, apple pie, and two glasses of lemonade."
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