Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
It was a struggle talking Daniel out of ordering the whole fucking menu because I refused to choose something. I hated breakfast food and settled for bacon and toast just to get him to stop. He watched as I slowly picked at it. "You need to eat, Cerulean."
                          
I frowned at him. "Did you know overfeeding the starved could make them sick?"
                          
He glowered at me. "You're not starved."
                          
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Thanks for calling me fat, but haven't really eaten in over two weeks, thanks."
                          
His eyes widened before he averted his gaze. "Sorry..."
                          
I sighed. "Yeah..."
                          
I was full after about a quarter of the food and sat back to look around us. I was very much under dressed in jeans and a shirt. "Are you cold?"
                          
I gave him a curious look and he gestured to my shirt. "Usually, here yes."
                          
He nodded slowly as I went back to people watching. Wow, rich people are fake happy... Their faces all held smiles, very few reaching their eyes, conversations were little other than the groups of women out for what I guess would be brunch. They seemed a little more joyful, though from what I could hear, all they did was gossip.
                          
"Daniel?"
                          
I glanced up at a younger man who was coming towards us. He was easily 6 foot, skin of smooth dark chocolate, broad shoulders, clear grey eyes, couldn't see much under his suit, but it was nicely tailored. Oh... he's nice to look at... "Hello, Richard."
                          
They shook hands and did the man hug thing, while I went back to looking around. "Your niece?"
                          
Now, my bacon seemed interesting as I slowly chewed on a piece to watch. "Uh, no... she's a friend."
                          
Richard slowly looked over at me and back at him. "Friend?"
                          
Daniel had some back pedaling to do. "Yeah, my friend's daughter... they are out of town and asked us to keep an eye on her."
                          
He narrowed his eyes. "Uh huh..." He turned to me. "What's your name, young lady?" I arched an eyebrow. Why are you talking to me? I have nothing to do with this... He smiled. Oh, that's nice... "Cat got your tongue?"
                          
I sat back and pursed my lips. Nice to look at, still not interested. "She's just shy, doesn't really talk to strangers." I rolled my eyes at that. "This is Sharon..."
                          
I could hear Daniel's annoyance as I was watching his... Friend? Coworker? "Oh, well it's nice to meet you, Sharon." He reached for my hand and I slid it into my lap, looking down at his and back up at him. Those things are huge... my poor fingers would die...
                          
He chuckled. "Well, hopefully the next time we meet, you'll be willing to spare me more than a glance." Aw, he's flirting with me... I looked at Daniel. Oof... him not happy...
                          
He cleared his throat. "I'll see you tomorrow at the office."
                          
Aw, poor coworker... I could see Richard's reluctance as he looked away from me. "Yeah, see you then."
                          
Daniel rigidly sat back down as he left and I watched him angrily fork at some eggs. "Why are you mad?" He glared at me and went back to killing his food. "Did I... do something wrong?"
                          
He licked his lips as he set down his murder weapon. "No, actually."
                          
I nodded slowly. "Cool."
                          
He sighed. "Don't worry about it."
                          
I smirked. "I didn't do anything to be worried about."
                          
He bit his lip as his nostrils flared. "We should go."
                          
I pursed my lips. "Can you calm down first? I don't trust you, let alone angry or horny in cramped spaces."
                          
He took a slow breath and started on his food again. "Just keep the facial expressions and snide comments to a minimum."
                          
I sighed. "So... have no personality... got it." He slowly closed his eyes. "Okay, okay..." So, stay silent... I can do that...
                          
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Silence, that's what I was greeted with from the time I admitted I needed a break from Cerulean's constant smart mouth and face. She couldn't understand it made me want to correct her, do things to her. Not hurt, I would never do that, but...
                          
Then, there was Richard, my coworker, who always found new targets to fuck. He now had his sights set on Cerulean, the thought made my blood boil, but why? This girl made it clear she didn't want...
                          
I glanced at her in the passenger's seat, looking out of the window. "You know you can talk."
                          
She glanced at me. "Better I don't."
                          
She was right, snarky remarks rolled off her tongue without a thought. "Any where else you were going?" She thought for a moment before shaking her head. With that we went back home and she was out of the car as soon as I stopped.
                          
I frowned, she acts like I have a disease. I caught her arm and she flinched before looking at me. I released her and sighed, holding the keys out to her. "So you don't need to take the bus."
                          
She glanced at them then me and turned to go in. "It's fine."
                          
I clenched my jaw. "Cerulean..." She paused. "I'm not asking for anything in exchange, just take the keys."
                          
She slowly turned to face me. "You've done more than enough."
                          
I approached and held the keys within her reach. "Taking public transportation can be risky."
                          
She pursed her lips. "I..." I raised my eyebrows and she sighed. "Just until I can get my own, shouldn't take long..."
                          
I placed them in her hand as she reluctantly held it out. "I can live with that."
                          
Apparently this was bothering her as she bit her bottom lip and looked at the car. "Don't you need it?"
                          
I averted my gaze because I got stuck watching her lips. "I have others."
                          
She nodded and looked at the keys in her hand. "Don't you have anything less..." She glanced at the car again. "Just less..."
                          
I sighed, why was she making this difficult, most girls would jump at the chance. "No, it's my work car."
                          
She rocked on her heels. "Next week, I should be ab-"
                          
I went to touch her face, she was cute when she was fighting, but she jumped back and glared at me. "Don't work yourself to death for what you already have. When you can get one and not be groping for change." She was clearly searching for another way to refuse on the ground. "It's yours, period."
                          
She sighed. "Not like you're giving me a choice."