Protecting Miss Billionaires

Chapter 21 - The Special Ingredient.

Hazel's POV

"Have a seat. I'll be right there." He says, still with a bright smile on his lips and this time I oblige.

I walk up to the dining table and slumb in one of the chairs. I lean my hands on the table and put my head over it. I'm gonna make sure to ask him for the recipe cause whatever he is cooking smells delicious.

I rest for a few more minutes and he appears before me, bringing in two plates of delicious looking pasta. He slides one of the plates my way and places the other on the opposite side of the table. "Wait!" He stops me before I could dig in.

"Let me get something first." He rushes back into the kitchen and brings back a bowl of sauce. "This, my love, is the special treat."

"There's just one bowl." I raise a brow at him, deciding to ignore the way he addressed me, but he shrugs. "We can share." He grins widely. He did this on purpose, didn't he? Nevermind! I'm too hungry to care.

I pour the sauce on my plate and take a bite of the pasta which makes me sigh in delight. "This is so tasty!" I tell him honestly. He laughs shortly, supporting his chin with his hand. "I told you so."

We sit in silence for the next few minutes, quietly chewing on our food. Guess we're both starving.

I look at him after a while as he takes a last bite, finishing his food already. His hands and mouth smeared with sauce. "Jeez.. and here I thought I'm the messy one." I mock him.

He puts his spoon down and picks up a tissue to wipe his hands. "I have my reasons." He says with a shrug, not sounding too defensive.

"I know." I immediately soften my tone in understanding.

"Military must have been tough for you." He must have gotten this habit back in those days.

"Yeah. We were always on standby so I had to... Wait a sec!

"How do you know I was in the army?" His eyes dart on me in astonishment.

Shit! Me and my big damn mouth!

This is why I always stay quiet around him. I know I might run off my mouth if I speak too much.

"Your dogtag." I point at the chain dangling below his neck after a quick thinking and he instantly looks down to check it out. "I've seen it once or twice before."

He lifts it up and starts fiddling with it in his hands but does not say anything.

I stare at him, wondering whether I should ask him or not. But I ask him anyway. "Why did you become a bodyguard?" I question cautiously.

His eyes flicker on me for a brief moment, then back on his chain. "Just... It's fun." He shrugs and puts the dogtag underneath his shirt as he always does, covering it completely.

I know he likes his job. But I also know that's not the whole truth. There is more to it than it seems. But I didn't want to push him so I nod and finish the rest of my food silently.

"Loved it?" He asks, as he continues to stare at me intently. "I would have, if you filled my plate a little more."

"Huh" He scoffs at me with a disdainful look. "What are you even talking about! I gave you the plate which had more filling, okay!" He counters defensively.

"Whatever!" I comment, licking the edge of my thumb. "But you gotta give me the recipe for this sauce."

His eyes look sparkling as he smiles at me cutely and for a second my mind goes frenzy. "You wanna know?" He asks, leaning over the table towards me and I do the same subconsciously, until we were just inches away.