delectable than his date. Penelope swore at herself.
She was such a shitty matchmaker!
Penelope scowled and threw
her car keys into her bag. Her mind wasn't working too well, so her
hormones were in control at the moment. Which was never a good
thing.
Without realizing it,
Penelope had stormed right back to the restaurant. She charged
mindlessly forward before her brain asserted itself and wrested back
some semblance of control.
Skidding to a halt, she
staggered to the side of the restaurant and leaned against the wall.
She couldn't let Damien and
Scarlett see her.
They would think she was
spying on them. Which, of course, she totally was.
“I'm not spying,”
she hissed defensively.
To spy on someone means to
secretly observe an enemy or a competitor, a prim, pompous voice in
her head recited.
“Scarlett is not an
enemy or a competitor,” Penelope muttered under her breath.
But she is ! Her libido roared in frustration.
“Okay, just a peek,”
she said firmly to herself. “Then I'll leave.”
Crouching, she scurried round
the restaurant and peered through a side window.
She saw them at once. Damien
and Scarlett were seated in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
Their food was just arriving, and they were chatting and laughing.
They looked like they were having a great time.
Scarlett giggled as she
struggled with her chopsticks. Damien immediately leaned forward to
hold her hand and position her chopsticks for her. Grinning,
Scarlett attempted to pick up a piece of sesame chicken but the
morsel slipped and fell back onto the plate.
Penelope's eyes widened and
blazed when she saw Damien pick up the bite-sized piece of chicken
and pop it into his date's mouth.
The sound of gnashing teeth
was growing too loud to ignore, and Penelope saw a few diners turn
towards the window as her nails scraped down the window pane.
Shit, she was drawing
attention to herself. Quickly, she turned away and ducked her head.
She had to leave. Right now.
As she spun away from the
window, she was pretty sure she saw a smirk on Damien's face.
He had turned and looked
right at her. And smirked.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Damien hid a very satisfied
smile as he glanced towards the window again. He'd seen Penelope and
she was in a state. Her eyes were blazing with fury and she looked
half insane with jealousy.
His plan was working. He
felt bad provoking her into a jealous rage, but he was getting the
reaction he wanted. Graham was a bear shifter, so he knew that
Penelope had some shifter blood in her, even though her animal was
dormant and she couldn't shift. Most females with shifter blood in
them were almost as possessive about their mates as full shifters.
He guessed that Penelope would have the territorial and possessive
instincts of a she-bear. He just had to get her mad enough to
unleash that ferocious instinct.
He had succeeded. He was
sure she couldn't ignore him now.
Penelope might want to kill
him, but he could live with that. He just couldn't have her
pretending that there was nothing between them. Their intense, fiery
attraction and connection was undeniable.
She was his match.
It was fun catching up with
Scarlett. She had a lot of interesting, funny stories, and she was a
good-looking woman. She was also pretty sharp, and she noticed what
he was doing at once.
“Are you using me to
make Penelope jealous?” she asked him point-blank.
“Wha—?” He
feigned shock and outrage. “What kind of man do you think...”
“Come on, Damien. I
know you. I knew you as a kid, and you haven't changed, much.”
Damien laughed and raised his
hands in surrender. “You're right. You do know me.”
His expression turned solemn when he said, “I'm sorry,
Scarlett. I shouldn't have wasted your time. I shouldn't have
agreed to this date when...I already know who I want.”
But Scarlett merely shook her
head and grinned. “Actually, I'm enjoying myself. I never
thought I'd see a woman bring the notorious Damien Ken to his
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