Dating Hollywood's Bad Boy

Chapter 4 - Part 2: "You broke a perfectly good silence, just to say that?"

Chapter 4 - Part 2

“Why did you get dessert first?” Jack asked.

“It’s this weird tradition with my family, don’t ask,” I said, shoving a forkful of the cake down my throat. I couldn’t get enough of the amazingly yummy stuff!

“I see,” he said, watching me eat like a rhinoceros. Or would it be like a pig? Eh, who knows.

“This is so good,” I moaned, my mouth full. Jack smirked at me. I gasped. “Get your mined out of the gutter!” Jack laughed at me. His phone started ringing and he took it out of his pocket, still laughing.

“Damn,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, this is my agent. I need to take this.” He shot me an apologetic look. I gave a small smile, letting him know he could answer. I finished my piece of cheesecake while he talked to his agent.

“What was that for?” I asked when he finally hung up.

“My agent has been trying to lock down a movie deal,” he sighed. “The movie wouldn’t come out until next year, but the director is giving my agent hell.”

“You know, that’s two times in the past three minutes that you’ve cussed,” I pointed out. “Maybe you should stop.” He smirked and rolled his eyes. Our waiter set the shrimp cocktail in between Jack and I, then took up my empty plate.

“Thank you,” I said, looking up at Dan with a smile. He smiled back and left. I turned to the shrimp and shoved one in my mouth, pulling out the tail.

“I take it that you like shrimp?” Jack asked as I shoved another in my mouth. I nodded, my eyebrows raised in an excited expression. I quickly swallowed the food.

“These are amazing!” I squealed. Jack chuckled under his breath. “Like, even more amazing than dolphins! But not as in the taste is better than the taste of dolphins, that would just be cruel.” Jack laughed at me so I lightly flicked his forehead.

“Hey, what was that for?” he whined. I poked my tongue out at him and ate another shrimp. “I see how it’s gonna be.”

“How many times have you said that today?” I asked with a smirk.

“Too many,” he grumbled.

“Hey, why are we eating in the kitchen instead of the dining area?” I asked.

“The paparazzi would find us,” he answered as though it were obvious. I raised an eyebrow.

“I understand why they would follow you, sometimes, but why do they follow you every waking moment?” I questioned.

“They don’t all the time,” he replied. “But I’d bet they would kill to see us on our first date.” He smirked, so I just rolled my eyes.

“I don’t consider this a date,” I stated bluntly.

“What do you consider it?” he asked, still smirking.

“Dinner with a friend. Whom I hate,” I added. He chuckled. Our waiter appeared and switched out the shrimp for our entrees. I dug into my spaghetti, which was just as delicious as the rest of the meal.

“Do you like it?” Jack asked. I nodded, my mouth full and a noodle hanging out. I tried to slurp it up but failed miserably. He just smirked at me as I attempted to get the lone noodle into my mouth.

“I give up!” I cried and let the noodle fall to my plate. “Dang you, noodle, dang you to cheese land!”

“You don’t need to cuss out the noodle!” Jack said with a hand over his heart, appearing shocked that I would say such a thing. I stuck my tongue out at him before eating my food again.