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Chapter Four

"Okay. Is it just me or..." I trailed off, flicking my eyes in the direction of the hostess, who was not successful in her attempt to discreetly stare at Edward. It was only the back of his head, for God's sake. It's not like he was sitting here with his dick hanging out.

"What?" he asked, waving a hand to grab my attention. When I didn't answer, he turned his head to see what I was staring at. The hostess gave him a small smile before he turned back to me.

"She's eye fucking the shit out of you," I mumbled. He searched my face, which was completely void of any emotion, especially jealousy. I cleared my throat and he began grinning all wide and cute and charming. "Why are you grinning? Don't egg her on."

"Why not? It's kind of funny."

"Eye fucking isn't the least bit comical," I countered, shaking my head.

He bumped my foot under the table and I wasn't entirely sure it was an accident. "You're right. Eye fucking isn't amusing, but your reaction is."

"My reaction? There was no reaction. I was merely commenting on what she was doing." I shrugged, unaffected.

"I don't know. You sounded a little jealous to me."

"Whatever. It's just tacky of her, that's all." I looked past his shoulder, pleased to see she was busy talking on the phone.

"Tacky?"

"Yes. What if you and I were together, huh? How does she know we aren't a couple?"

"Because I told her we aren't," he answered easily, reaching across the table to steal a piece of my spicy tuna roll.

"Oh." I sat motionless, watching him intricately dip the piece of sushi in soy sauce. "Yeah, so. I guess the eye fucking makes sense, then," I muttered, adjusting the napkin in my lap.

"She came over while you were in the bathroom," he explained. I lifted my head and was met with an amused gaze. "I told her I wasn't interested, though."

"Not interested in me?"

Edward avoided my eyes. "Not interested in her offer."

"Ah. Well...good." I tightened my grip on my chopsticks and mimicked his actions by stealing a piece of his sushi.

He picked up his glass of water, taking a long gulp. "Good? Why is that good?"

"I mean, you don't want to take someone like that home to meet your parents."

"I don't?" he questioned, setting his chopsticks on the edge of his plate. "Who should I take home to meet my parents, Bella?"

"I don't know, but not someone like that."

"You keep saying 'someone like that'. What do you mean?"

"You know, like," I cupped my hands to hover over my breasts, "Chesty and...so forward with what she wants." The hostess looked our way again. I realized my hands were still placed in front of my chest, so I quickly picked up my glass.

Edward dropped his head in his hands, shaking with laughter. "Chesty? Really?"

"Yes, really." I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. "So, did she really come over here and ask if we were together?"

"No. Actually, she asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom and have sex with her," he replied flatly. I choked on my water. "Jeez. Are you okay?"

Patting my chest, I nodded. "I'm good."

"I was joking. She didn't proposition me with bathroom sex, but she did ask how I was doin' and wanted to know if I had plans later."

"She asked how you were doin'," I repeated, slightly annoyed. "Who is she? Joey from Friends?"

"I don't know. Who cares?" He popped a piece of the avocado roll in his mouth. "Are you going to eat?"

I stared at the mostly untouched food in front of me, suddenly feeling nauseated. "I think I'm still feeling a bit off from all the tequila last night."

"Oh. Maybe sushi wasn't the best idea..."

"You know I suck at choosing where to eat," I pointed out.

"I took a leap of faith in letting you decide where to eat. I should have never given you that privilege. How foolish of me." Edward smiled slowly, rubbing his eye. "Okay, when the waitress walks by I'll tell her to bring me the check."

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"It's fine. You got yourself so worked up over the hostess, it's normal that you to lost your appetite," he teased.

"Rude," I said, though I couldn't help but smile. "I'm not jealous, I swear. Go. Live a full and happy life with Chesty."

"It's fine. I'm good. Anyway, I have to be down south at three for a piano lesson."

"Who is the lesson with? Emily?" I questioned, racking my brain of the students he taught in South Austin. "I thought she cried during the last lesson and her parents decided to wait until she's six years old?"

"She did cry," he recalled, letting out a small chuckle. "But then I played 'Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo' for her and she cheered up. She's just shy, that's all."

"How do you do that? You're such a natural with kids." I sighed.

"Yeah." He paused. "You think Chesty and I will have cute kids one day?"

"You're an idiot." I threw my napkin at him. "And just for that comment, you get to pay for lunch."

"I'd end up paying anyway," he pointed out. "I'm the one who invited you to lunch."

I couldn't chance leaving Edward to fend for himself against the hostess again, so I decided I'd apply my lip gloss in the car instead of the bathroom. After all, he was paying for lunch. I had to reciprocate the kindness somehow.

A/N: It's two in the morning and I have nothing witty to add down here. Thanks for reading.