Pillow Talk

Chapter 2

Nixon smirked devilishly at the flustered girl in front of him. He felt it only fair that he returned the favour. Freya Lorden was a walking temptation to him. All it took was one look from those brown eyes and his pants would tighten.

Seeing her unhinged brought him a sense of relief. It meant she was just as affected by him as he was by her.

His hand rested under his chin, his blue eyes watching her in amusement as she took big gulps of water, avoiding his stare.

God, she was so beautiful, he thought.

"Sir, would you like the bill?", the sultry voice of the waitress broke the silence between the two.

Freya didn't miss the fact that she'd only addressed Nixon, acting like she wasn't even there.

"Sure.", he grinned right back at her and then made eye contact with Freya, a smug expression on his face.

Freya frowned at the exchange. She was suddenly irritated and it might have had something to do with the fact that the waitress was absolutely gorgeous.

Tired of them acting like she wasn't even there, she spoke up, "Shouldn't we wait for Sara and Nicolas?"

Nixon waved the waitress off before answering her, "For what? They obviously aren't coming. It's past 2 already."

Freya watched as the waitress returned rather quickly with their bill, one that existed mostly because of her. She'd gone through two milkshakes and a sandwich in that time whilst Nixon had settled for only an iced coffee.

She felt momentarily embarrassed for making him pay but it wasn't like she could stop him. She had no money on her and she did love her food.

Okay so Freya felt very embarrassed. She felt her cheeks redden.

The waitress and Nixon exchanged more subtle whispers and Freya felt the wisps of jealously invade her mind. They were openly flirting in front of her after he'd basically told her that he would fuck her on this very table.

Anger coursed through her veins. She knew she had no right to be angry, she had no claim over him. In fact, this could still be some game for him and maybe he just wanted to get a reaction out of her.

Now she just felt like an idiot. The waitress looked like someone Nixon Ford would be into. Freya compared herself to the woman and came up short. She was no match.

The woman walked away after giving him a flirty smile.

Nixon stood from his seat, grabbing his phone and keys, "Come on, I'll take you home. I've texted Nic so he knows we're leaving."

She didn't know what had come over her, maybe a need to hold onto some of her dignity but Freya stood up quickly, almost knocking the glass over. Her face reddened even more.

"Thanks but I'll find my own way home.", her tone was defiant as she walked away.

Nixon was astonished as he watched her leave, his eyes fixated on the sway of her hips. So she was feisty too. It both irritated and aroused him at the same time.

Outside La Paris, the gravity of what she'd just done came tumbling down on her. How in the world would she get home with no money? Okay so she hadn't thought this one through very well.

Maybe she could hail a cab and pay when she got home.

Freya approached the street, lifting her hand for a cab like she'd seen in so many movies.

Before a word could leave her mouth, she felt her wrist being tugged and she was spun around. Freya found herself face to face with a very annoyed Nixon.