Sorry I take such a LONG time to update. Yeah, I know, I'm a jackass. Sorry. This is a really SHORT chapter. Done it a LONG time ago but couldn't update due to my stupid COMPUTER who suddenly decided to NOT FUNCTION. Since there is a demand for a Dominic's POV, I've decided to do one chapter of Dominic's POV. The chapter won't be up so soon tho, but I will definitely make time in my VERY busy schedule to put it up, so wait up people!! *smiles* I hope you all find this chapter amusing...tell me what you think after that, ok?

Chapter 10: Second Date?

"Fish and chips on table 8 please!"

"Hamburger and fries up!"

"Someone get the phone please? Where is the lamb chop, huh? Come on!"

"Another double cheeseburger and two cokes on table 10. Someone please slap Adele back to her senses? She's in the way!"

Thomas Harrison, owner of The Bar, nearly had to throw the serving tray at me to knock me out of my reverie. I gave him an apologetic look before running off to the back of the restaurant to take a five-minute break. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The weather was chiller than usual and I pulled my jacket closer to my body, hoping it would give me some warmth. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, sighing as I do so.

"Julian will die."

"What are you going to do, Adele?" I muttered to myself.

"What are you going to do what?"

I nearly jumped out of my own skin, who would have thought that someone other than the workers in The Bar would come to the back. I glared at the speaker before taking a few steps back, putting me closer to the entrance.

"What do you want, Marcus?" I hissed through gritted teeth. If it is revenge he wants, I'm not in the mood for it. He can kill me if he wants to right now.

He held both of his hands up in the air, "Whoa, chill. I'm not here to fight."

"Then what?" I asked, unsure whether I should be talking to Marcus at all.

"I just wanted to­—" Marcus paused, his green eyes staring intensely into mine before looking away, "—eat dinner."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "There are tons of food outlets out there that you could go, why The Bar?"

I just don't trust him, ok?

"Really, do I need an excuse? I can come here anytime I want, right? This is after all one of the most popular place to eat." Marcus frowned at me.

Ah. He got a point.

"Whatever," I waved my hand at him before entering The Bar. I picked the tray with the orders from table 9 and did the serving just in time to see Marcus entering with his younger brother by his side and sat themselves at the table closest to the entrance. I raised an eyebrow at him; I thought he came alone.

"Get the order on table 5 would you, Adele?" Thomas said from behind the cashier and I waved my hand at him indicating that I understand. I nodded politely at the few patrons on the way to booth 5. Ever since Ginger's death was made public in the news, everyone that came to The Bar long enough to know her will state how much they love her humorous chatter. I have to admit that I kind of miss her too. It has been harder to keep the patron's patience once Ginger was no longer here.

I stopped right in front of the booth and put on my brightest smile while pulling out my order sheet pad. "Can I take your orders please?"

As they went on discussing what they want to order, I took the chance to look closely at the customers. All of them were men, probably in their late forties with a good big beer belly. One of them was even puffing on a cigar. The one closest on the outside kept giving me a cheesy grin and to be polite, I smiled back.

That was obviously not wise.

Before I knew it, that old fart had his hands smoldering up and down my back; lingering too long at my butt. The Bar had a simple rule; that is not to touch any of the waitresses unless you want your butt to land on the outside of The Bar. I tried moving myself further away from him while giving him a warning smile. Unfortunately, this man didn't get the message and reached his hand further to touch my thighs below my skirt.

That was the last straw.

I was about to give him a good scolding but that man yelled first.

I looked up alarmed to see a very much pissed off Marcus twist the man's arm to the back. His eyes were already an eerie green; his monster looking out, waiting for the moment to be able to run free.

"You bastard; you broke my arm!" the man cried pathetically. His old buddies all had stood up, alarmed that their friend here was attacked. Now all eyes in The Bar are on us.

"I don't think so; I haven't heard a crack yet." Marcus growled dangerously and he twisted the man's arm harder. This time there was a sickening crack and the man howled in pain.

Marcus looked as if he was about to really tear this man's arm out. I don't get why he is so pissed off but I got a feeling I had better stop him before he really does tear this pervert man's arm, even if I feels like he deserves it. "Stop it, Marcus; I'm fine so you can stop now." Marcus looked at me and his eyes returned back to its normal color. There was something else lingering in his eyes; and it wasn't the beast in him.

Thomas appeared among the crowd and shouted angrily, "What is going on here?"

Marcus hissed beside the man's ear, "This old fart here—" the man whimpered in fear, "—went touchy-feely with your waitress here when she obviously didn't like it."

Thomas looked at me and his face darkened when he turned to face the man. "Mister, I'm sure you know the rules as to keep your hands to yourself, no?"

"I can sue you for—AH!!" The man yelled once more when Marcus, who had not released his grip on the poor man's arm, twisted it again. The man nodded his head vigorously this time while whimpering 'sorry'.

Thomas rubbed his temple with both of his fingers, "Sir, I know this may seem extreme but you should be grateful it is this man here that caught you because if it is me, I would have you handled worst, you understand?" The man nodded his head once more and Thomas waved a hand at Marcus, "You should let him go now; that is after you've thrown him out."

The man looked slightly shocked at how one could threat one's customer but didn't say anything. His old buddies looked embarrassed and excused themselves. Some patrons actually cheered when Marcus had that man threw out. No one like customers who come here looking for more than food and cheapskate ways of fulfilling their own sexual desires.

I stood there watching Marcus as he made his way back after throwing the man with the broken arm out. Some patrons were congratulating him for catching the pervert and stopping him from molesting any other waitress. I just stared at him until he stood in front of me, looking slightly proud of himself.

"You didn't have to go that far,"

"A thank you would be enough." Marcus smiled a wolfy grin at me; somehow he looked slightly seductive standing with his arm outstretched over my head. Now that I am standing this close to him only did I notice things I didn't notice the first time when I was trying to avoid being killed. His hair, now that I've finally take notice, wasn't black; it was midnight blue. A very rare color; he could have dyed it, or it could be natural like my reddish-black hair color. He has a tattoo behind that starts at the nape of the neck; it was slightly visible once he raised his arm over my head to lean against the wall. And his eyes weren't just green; they were emerald green with a slight touch of gold.

"Thank you," I said as I looked away. His eyes were doing magic with me, again. If I don't move my eyes, I might end up kissing his very sexy lips.

"That isn't very sincere," Marcus tapped a finger on his lips, pretend to be thinking, "How about a date this Saturday? I'm sure Mr. Harrison there will give you an off." He smiled seductively at me and I gaped at him.

"A—A what?"

"A date," Marcus tapped a finger on the brick of my nose. He was standing so close I had trouble breathing not to mention thinking. "Saturday, 8 o'clock, at the Sakae Sushi restaurant. I'll pick you at 5."

I blinked, what did he just say? "Wait, isn't dinner at 8? And how are you going to pick me up when you don't know where I live?"

Marcus tapped his nose and winked at me, a somewhat knowing smile on his face. "It won't be so hard looking for your house,"

I nearly wanted to smack myself on the head. Of course, he's a freaking wolf!

"5 that's because there is something else I want to show you; let's keep that as a surprise for later, eh?" He leaned in and surprised me with a kiss on my nose. I know I'm a little too old to be blushing at this sort of thing but, hell, who wouldn't? I made an attempt to punch Marcus at least once, but he successfully dodges it and even chuckled at me, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I was even more embarrassed when I noticed that the whole diner was listening in to our conversation; that includes my frowning boss. I watched him as he walks out of the diner with Luke trailing behind. Luke turned behind once, looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself and with an apologetic look, followed Marcus out.

Now what was that apologetic look for?

Trying something different, so what ya'll think? Tell me through the reviews, ok?