Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 10 -

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 10

*Nick*

It's been three days since I'd last laid eyes on that ravishing waitress and for some reason, I got the distinct feeling that she was avoiding me by all means necessary. She did it so well that I couldn't help but wonder if she knew my schedule or studied it. 

Had I become so predictable? 

The longer I found myself out of her presence, the more I yearned to be near her, to hold her ... kiss her. She was like a damned drug. Like chocolate, and I had the most urgent craving. Her absence also made my behaviour less than deplorable in the kitchen, though it had not been warranted.

When I'd confessed to Krysta what I'd done later that evening of unconventional date, she'd been appalled. She'd suddenly become anxious and was unable to sit still for more than a few seconds. Her usually bubbly aura had dimmed considerably before consequently chiding me for my immature behaviour. By then, I couldn't help but wonder which of us was actually the adult here. I knew that she was especially troubled because her birthday was just around the corner. That, and I had gone and done something to add to her worries. That and she was afraid of losing me. I am her older brother, it's my duty to know these things.

When I'd told her that Adaramola had not replied to my proposal yet her presence had been scarce at the restaurant for reasons that escaped me, Krysta had all but paled. Her only response was to apologise yet again but what she didn't know, was the chance of that happening was very slim. Nearly impossible, actually. I wanted her and I wasn't going to apologize for that. Not in a millennium. If anything, I would expect an apology for her lack of timeliness and resolve in such an urgent matter but I sensed that under her shy exterior, Adaramola was as stubborn as a stallion. Leave it to me to change that, she would learn soon enough.

I put together the last ingredients of my sandwich, standing amongst the other chefs in my kitchen. The irony was that the only place available was where I'd sat Adaramola down when we'd shared our latest moment. Chef Mills' station. Memories of our heated exchange caused me to grow restless in my own resolve without her in the picture. A memory with a bite worse than a cobra's venom. Heck, if she was going to be so stubborn about it, I was about to pay her a little visit to sway her conscience. I found my jacket and keys, first locking the door to my office before taking my sandwich with me as I sat in the jaguar.