The physical effect his stare had on her was noticeable and when he saw her fold her arms defensively, his smirk grew. Tiago still didnât know why she resisted him so hard. They had shared that night together in Madrid and she had gave herself over to him so openly, but since coming to Paris and returning to her, he found a different woman before him. It didnât stop him from wanting to try as he longed to see that side of her again but he also knew that in this city she couldnât afford to be vulnerable, there was too much at stake.Â
Dark eyes glinted with excitement when he thought she was returning his attention but then she continued and her words brought a flare to his nostrils, not impressed by the teasing. The male prided himself on his appearance and hygiene, especially being a doctor, he knew the germs that existed. âYou could eat your dinner off me, bello, Iâm that clean,â he argued back with a slight glare. He run his fingers through his hair, a sign of frustration, and inhaled deeply as the exchange frustrated him.Â
âFine,â he replied, tone stern. Dark eyes locked on to hers, meeting the challenge she presented. He pulled out his phone and typed quickly, then before he clicked send he turned to her. âI guess Iâll agree to this date at Le Meurice on Friday night, si?â Then he clicked send and grinned at her, waiting for the reaction. Tiago knew she too had a date on Friday at Le Meurice and he purposely arranged his to piss her off. If she wanted to toy with him, then he would toy back.Â
She raised a brow, noting the frustration evident on his features. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt like she could read Tiago fairly well. Like that night in Madrid had somehow opened a door between them into each other that to this day, kept them connected. And she knew he was growing tired of her games. Part of her was relieved, maybe if she pushed him enough, heâd give up on her, on them. And therefore, pose less of a threat to the control she sought to keep of her life. But another part of her, a deeper part that she hoped no one ever knew about, was afraid of that happening. That tiny part of her was afraid he would stop.Â
With a smirk tugging on her lips, she took a step forward, finally closing the distance between them, even if only just a bit. âAw, did I hit a sore spot?â she asked, her voice clearly teasing as she offered him a sympathetic look. But then he was pulling out his phone and typing away. When he finally explained what he was doing, her eyes narrowed in frustration. âNo you will fucking not, Torres!â she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest again, all of her playful attitude gone. But he had already pressed send, she heard the phoneâs notification that the message had been sent. In an uncharacteristic display, Micayla stomped her foot in frustration. Why did he have to do this to her?! She hadnât been on a date in years. Sure, sheâd had the occasional friends with benefits arrangement to let off some steam, but not an actual date. The fact she was willing to do so, proved how desperate she was to get Tiago out of her head. She needed something, someone to distract her from the annoyingly beautiful man who patched up everyone at her club.Â
Taking in a deep breath, Micayla reminded herself that this was exactly what Tiago wanted. To get a reaction out of her. âFine, have your little date.â she again closed the distance, this time moving forward until their toes almost touched. Looking up at him, her gaze met his with a challenging glare. âLetâs see who can have the most fun.â She held his gaze for a moment longer before finally moving to brush past him. She needed to get as far away as possible from Tiago Torres.Â