Page 132 of Tall, Royal Hater
He shook his head. “Nothing, thank you. I’m fine.”
I immediately straightened. “Oh no,” I said. “If I’m eating, so are you.” I pointed a thumb at him as I spoke to the lady. “He’ll have a set of ten too with chocolate sauce and…” I trailed off as I eyed the toppings. A lightbulb went off above my head when I spotted the crushed silver tub of nuts. I pointed at them. “Are those peanuts?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, they are.”
“Okay, he’ll have bananas and peanuts then, please. But the smallest crushed peanuts for a small pea—nut.” I made a little gap between my index finger and thumb to show the lady, then lowered it to Shehryar’s belly, while smirking up at him. “Super small peanut.”
Wasn’t sure if the lady got it, but he definitely did.
His shoulders spread and lashes dipped over his eyes as they filled with irritated amusement. He leaned into me but rather loudly said, “That’s not what you were moaning last night.”
I was pretty sure the lady made a choked sound, but I was too stunned to hear anything other than the cannonball of blood fired from my heart and directed at my face.
He…did not just say that out loud…he didn’t. He fucking didn’t just—
Shehryar straightened with a victorious smirk, then, as if nothing had happened, smiled at the lady. “We’ll take an extra box of ten with maple syrup please.”
I was fuming.
Okay, I wasn’t fuming. But I was pissed. Okay, maybe not that either, but I was…something.
I shoved a deliciously fluffy ball of chocolate-covered bliss into my mouth and chewed while glaring at Shehryar, sitting in the metal chair on my right.
Yunis had opted to sit on a separate table with the extra box of pancakes Shehryar had ordered, probably having noticed my grumpy mood, but the culprit munched obliviously while he spoke to a woman on Esmeralda’s security team on the phone, giving them directions as to where we were.
The pancake lady was two stalls away from the tables we’d sat ourselves at to eat, and every so often, I swore I could feel her wide-eyed gaze on the back of my head.
I didn’t normally care what people thought of me, but she definitely thought we were horny fucking weirdos who didn’thave it together because of Shehryar’s dumbass declaration, and I would’ve rather not had that label attached to my head.
“—and let the princess know you’ll be heading in our direction in fifteen minutes,” Shehryar said, setting his wooden fork in the box. “Okay. See you then. Bye.”
He tucked his phone into his inside coat pocket, picked up his fork, and chomped down on another mini pancake before finally looking across to me. “What?” he said after he swallowed.
“What?” I asked back, my tone clipped.
A slow grin spread across his irritating face, lighting up his pale-green eyes. “Are you still thinking about what I said?”
Yes. I rolled my eyes. “No. I’m trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you today.”
“I didn’t take you for a prude, menace,” he teased, completely ignoring what I said.
“I’m not a prude, dickhead. But did you need to lie about our bedroom antics?”
He arched a brow. “Like you lied about my size?”
I shrugged. “It’s not a lie if you’re not the biggest I’ve ever had.”
Shehryar went absolutely still as a dark, furious shadow cast over his face. “Is that so?” he growled with angry, grappling flames flickering in his eyes.
A thrilling prickle loped down my neck. I recognised that piercing, possessive look of jealousy in an instant. And damn if it didn’t make my pride swell and stomach bubble.
I cocked my chin as I pouted mockingly. “Oh, what’s with that look, hmm? You jealous, Sheri?”
He rubbed his teeth together and leaned into me. “Say it again,” he purred almost seductively, but it only made his warning clearer, “and your ass will find out what a real beating feels like.”
A jolt of excitement shot through my core as a moan clawed up my throat. I had to remind myself I was in public because the temptation to push his buttons was making the words dance in my mouth.
“Touch me, and I’ll break your fucking fingers,” I said instead.
