Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter XLI - TO CRY HIS NAME

It wasn't so hard for Gabrielle to notice how the chef de rang keeps glancing and smiling seductively at Vincent as she explains the menu to them. She even leans closer to him as she points on the specials of the day on the menu, the side of her face is very near his and she's obviously trying to show a bit of her cleavage, not that Vincent is paying much attention as he is also busy speaking to her. Asking her what she fancies.

"Well, the special of the day sounds good. What do you say, baby?"

"Yeah sure..." she replies rolling her eyes on the blonde as she writes on her pad.

"Any drinks? You might wanna go for wine?" She says in a voice sounding as if she's moaning.

"Chateaux Margeux." She replies for Vince. She's always in charge of their drinks anyhow and he just smiles at her knowingly.

"How about dessert?" The server leans closer to Vince again, looking at him as she waits for him to speak up.

"What among the dessert has no nuts?" He asks glancing at her.

"Well, the cheesecake is highly recommended as well as the seasonal macarons. Do you have allergies?" She asks him in a concerned voice. Bloody blonde has no shame trying to flirt with her husband right in front of her?! She swears she could fire the bitch!

"My wife has." Vince replies as he closes the menu and smiles at her direction.

"Oh... I see... I'll take note on that Mrs. Walton." She smiles at her before excusing herself to place the orders.

"She looks as if she wants to sit on your lap."

"W-what??!" He laughs after hearing what she just said.

Gabrielle rolls her eyes at that making Vince chuckle at her and she glares at him.

"God, you could be really jealous, Bella. I'm so flattered." He jokes reaching for her face and pinching her cheek a little bit making her hit his hand away from her face.

"Shameless blonde. Can't she see you're bloody old?"

"Come on! I'm not that old!"

"Do I need to remind you that you're a decade older than me?"

"I don't look my age. Otherwise you won't feel jealous like this, don't you think, love?" He smirks making her narrow her eyes at him.

"Fuck yourself Walton..." she whispers. He laughs hard at that before reaching for her hand to bring it to his lips. They are sitting side by side facing the beautiful view outside.

"I like it when you're jealous. Makes me feel important." He smiles as he kisses her knuckles before reaching for her face and naturally kisses her lips.

"Idiot..." she says as she breathes heavily through her nose.

"I must be the luckiest idiot...because you get jealous about me."

"You wish!" She rolls her eyes hating herself for being too obvious. Yes alright?! She's jealous! She hates other ladies getting near him or flirting with him. Especially not blondes! Cathy is blonde! The chef de rang a while ago is blonde!

"I don't really like blondes. So don't worry. I like short curvaceous women with brunette thick curly hair and warm chocolate doll eyes." He winks at her smiling before touching the bridge of her nose with his index finger.

"Oh, and small beak-like nose too... and ripe cherry luscious lips..." he continues touching the bottom of her lips, his eyes following his fingers moving on her face.