One (h.s.)

two

the one with the deal

On the following morning, Harry managed to become our waiter again. Sebastian had taken a liking in him also, but I still held my guard towards him.

While Sebastian excused himself to take a business call as soon as he sat down to have breakfast that was served at Le Cinq, Harry advanced towards my table.

During the times where he was bringing our food and serving us, he would look at me as if in awe, he would subtly brush his fingers over my hand, and "Mrs Mercier" managed to slip out of those perfect plump lips God knows how many times.

What am I saying? Am I even hearing myself right now?

I need distance from him, distance before I do anything that I will completely regret that will ruin my potential future with my caring husband.

Did I love Sebastian? Of course I did. His soft, caring side at least. The business, workaholic side of him, not so much.

Harry approached me, with one arm behind his back and one in front, and confidently said, "I'm taking you out tonight."

"No," I responded at lightning speed. I knew what he was trying to do.

"Why not? You like me, I like you, let's go for dinner. It doesn't even have to be dinner if you don't want to, it can be a walk along Seine river, as long as I get to spend a few minutes with you alone."

"Why do you think I'd want to spend time with you? And what makes you think I like you? I have husband for God's sake!"

"Jesus, calm down. I didn't say you liked me as a kind of before-love type of thing, it was like 'I like you as a person' type of thing. Come on, spend a few minutes with me," he said desperately.

I stared at him not knowing what to say. He was certainly out of his mind if he thought I was going to spend a night parading along a river with him.

"Let's make a deal," he said after a while, "if you go out with me and you like how the night went, we'll see how it goes from there. If you don't like the few hours of your precious life you spent with me, I will not insist on taking you out again, and I'll try to keep my flirting on the down low."

He was smiling by this point. He certainly thought he had some sort of power over me, thinking that he could charm me in a matter of seconds if we were to go out. And I was going to prove him wrong.

"Deal, Harry," I said extending a hand for us to shake on it.

"What's your name?" he said while shaking his hand with mine.

"You'll earn it if I like how the night goes."

"Come on! That's not fair, you know my name," he protested.

"And I like it very much," I breathed out. As soon as the words left my mouth I couldn't stop myself and I quickly tried to cover it by attempting to cough and make it sound believable.

When I looked up, he was already smirking.

"I'll expect you outside of the hotel at half past eleven sharp, right when I get off work. Wear something... comfortable? Yes, comfortable."

I nodded my head and prevented the smile that was itching to form on my lips.

Sebastian approached us from behind Harry and said, "Sorry for that, it was important. Oh, Harry! A delight to see you again for breakfast."

"You too, Mr Mercier," he said.

While Sebastian ordered his and my breakfast, I couldn't stop thinking about tonight's little outing. Oh God, I have to think of something to tell him when he most certainly asks where I'm going at half eleven in the night.

Think, think, think.

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