Angie

Chapter 15 Angie

When he said, "stop!" I had think that he was calling us to a hold, so he could claim me. "You dropped this." My gaze fell on the object Within the grasps of his fingers. It was nothing but a handkerchief. How could he be silly?

"Thanks." I simpered. "But that, does not belongs to me." I added with a Cheshire cat grin. I bet he didn't see that coming. I romantically snaked my arms around the man waist flashing a flirtatious smiles. The fool was happy.

The old grumpy man who had chose me led me over to a table, he offered me a seat across him. I obliged. "What would you like to drink?" He drawled huskily across me causing all my hair to stand.

I leaned my elbow on the table letting my gaze roam across his wrinkles face. Something about the way he was looking at me made me flush, and he couldn't help but to open wide his rotten teeth to think he was kind of cute. "Whiskey, white wine , or anything to drive me crazy."

"You heard that." He said this and i no around to