Her Burning Desire
Impatient that I didn't give in to his charm, he boastfully took it away from the waiter's tray, walked towards me, and delivered it himself.
He just doesn't get the gist that I am not even one percent interested in him. I rest my back on the chair, cross my arms and legs as he put down the cocktail. I look up and raise one of my eyebrows.
He scoffs, "You win, beautiful! You want me to deliver this to you myself, don't you?", he proudly says with a loud voice, trying to put me in a hot spot. I was right. He is definitely oozing with arrogance. He brushes his blonde hair and keeps touching his abs and biceps. Duh, as if I care!
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