“You didn’t like those women,” he says.
I breathe in through my nose. “What women?”
“The ones you pointed out that were hanging all over me. Those were your words,” he points out as he finishes his oatmeal. At his words, my irritation grows again at those women; but I keep my mouth shut.
He grins and takes a sip of his coffee before he leans across the table, as close to me as he can get with the table in between us. “I like you jealous.”
“I am not jealous,” I whisper-yell at him.
He grins. “Whatever you say, Doll.”
Chapter 16
Stephanie
I ignore him and go back to my coffee and muffin. When I look up again, he’s grimacing like he’s in pain. “Sebastian?” He rolls his neck and smiles at me, but it looks a little forced. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good, Doll.” He takes another drink of his coffee before he opens a sandwich and eats it in a few bites. “So how come you never told me you write books?”
I shrug. “It never came up.”
“Exactly. Why did it never come up?”
I give a dry laugh. “It’s not like we know everything about each other, Sebastian.”
He frowns. “But this is like a big deal; I feel like I should have known.”
I shrug. “Hey Sebastian, I write books as well as teach middle school history.”
“What kind of books do you write?”
I blink. “You just ordered all of my books. You don’t even know what kind of books they are?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t read the book descriptions; I just added them to my cart.”
I shake my head. “I can’t even with you.”
He cocks his head to the side. “But that’s like in a good way, right?”
I can’t help the smile creeping across my face. “I write history adventure with a little bit of romance thrown in.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Ooo, I like romance.”
“Sure you do.” I shake my head.
“What? I do.”
“Have you ever read a romance book?” I question.
“Not yet,” he says with a grin. His eyes light up. “I should make all the guys read it.”
I groan. “Please no.”
“Why not?”
“I do not want a bunch of hockey players reading my romances.”
“We could start a book club.”