Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E35

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

“Gentleman’s playbook”

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Victoria POV

“Welcome to Casa Nostra. I will be your server tonight. Shall I list the specials, sir?”

Sir Biscuit was doing an exceptional job of reading the menu. I swear he studied the thing like he was prepping for the SATs.

“Sure.”

He barely looked up as the man rattled out something very Italian. After a minute, Biscuit fluently held a conversation with the guy for a minute straight, still hiding behind the menu.

For all I knew he could have ordered me a McSpicy, French fries and a coke.

And honestly, I’d have cheered him on because stuffing my face with five billion calories sounded downright amazing.

“So what did you order?” I asked, as the waiter left.

He mumbled something that sounded like pasta carbonara, still looking at the menu.

I rolled my eyes.

“Are you going to read the menu all night, Biscuit?”

“Yep.”

“And why is that?” I asked, knowing d--n well I had Kiera to thank for that. “Is it because you can’t handle a little heat?”

“Pffft.” I could tell just from that, that I’d nailed it. “I’m trying to learn fancy ways to say stale bread. See, I’d like to try my hand at Masterchef.”

“Right.” I muttered. “Because all the cool kids are doing it.”

“D--n straight.”

I reached over and grabbed the card from him. I’d like to think we looked like exceptionally mature adults right then, playing tug of war with a menu.

Naturally, I won and stuck my tongue out at him.

He pursed his lips, caught between trying not to laugh and trying not to say something inappropriate.

“How about this?” I said, helping him out. “You say something stupid, I’ll giggle like I have only one brain cell and we’ll pretend it’s okay to share each other’s food. You get five free passes to look at my boobs and I’ll even let you hold my hand because that’s how dates work, right?”

Biscuit smiled.

“Pretty much.”

“So will you play fair?” I held out my hand.

He shook it in all seriousness, but then he turned it over and kissed my ring. I arched an eyebrow.

“Piece of advice?” He said, his expression sultry. “You should never make a deal with the devil, Shortcake.”

“That’s cute.” I smiled, despite the sudden wave of heat I felt. “And delusional. You’re an angel.”

He adjusted his tie, his piercing eyes holding back stormy skies.

“Well, so was the devil.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.

Biscuit did his best to stick with the plan despite that. I found out his favourite colour was blue, he’d seen Ocean’s Eleven fifty six times and he hadn’t been home in twelve years.

“Why did you leave?”

I thought it was an innocent enough question. By the way his shoulders tensed, I was clearly wrong. I let it go, remembering what Kiera said.

“You don’t have to tell me.” I said. “Let’s talk about New York.”

“My father murdered my mother and made me watch.” Biscuit said, simply. He didn’t meet my eyes. “He burnt her alive with wildfire. I couldn’t even get close to her to save her.”

I couldn’t find my voice.

“Yeah, I don’t really remember it that well.” He ran a hand through his hair and I knew he was lying. “I haven’t told a soul. My own sister thinks she left us. I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you and now. But there you have it.”

It took me a full minute to process that. I didn’t even think about it, I went to his side and sat next to him, putting my hand around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

It was the only thing I could say.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“So am I.”

We didn’t say anything for a while.

“Well, I’ve been incredibly stupid.” Biscuit finally said, playing with my hair. “It’s your turn to giggle now.”

“I s--k at being girly.” I muttered.

“You’re in luck.” Biscuit said, seriously. “I happen to be very good at tickling.”

I looked at him in mock horror.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

I was hoping to be saved by the waiter who’d come back to the dining area. That didn’t stop Biscuit from running a finger down my neck. It wasn’t so much a tickle as a tease and it took every last bit of my will not to lean into his hand.

“You’re walking on very thin ice here.” I warned.

“There’s nothing against innocent neck touching in the gentleman playbook.” He countered. “For all you know, I could’ve saved you from a dangerous insect.”

“Does this look like the fücking Amazon to you, Biscuit?” I asked him, honestly. “Name one insect could have found its way to my neck.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” His hand grazed my thigh, right over that godforsaken tattoo. “A pretty little butterfly, perhaps?”

I was blushing so bad, I cursed my poor little blood vessels to the seventh circle of Hades.

“My legs are strictly off limits.” I fumed. “Check your playbook.”

“Well, it says I can touch you anywhere I d--n well please.” He whispered in my ear. “Because all a gentleman should do is treat you like a lady. Tell me when you stop feeling like one.”

His hand went higher over my dress. I caught it before he went any further, turning into a hot, wet, thoughtless mess in all of two seconds.

“Touché.” I managed to say, when I could breathe again.

Biscuit smiled, his eyes dark and devious.

Fück the devil, this bästard could beat him at his own game.

The waiter eventually came to our table, setting down our food. The man seemed familiar but for the love of God, I couldn’t recognise him.

He poured us both a glass of wine and left with a bow.

“So what works better here?” Biscuit asked me. “Should I feed you like you’re a preschooler, or should I steal food from you like I’m homeless?”

I laughed. “I’d like to eat like a normal person, thank you very much.”

“Gee.” He muttered. “Where’s the romance in that?”

Biscuit’s cutlery skills were like poetry and I realised he could be plenty civilised when he wanted to. The pasta was beyond amazing and for dessert he’d ordered chocolate cake.

“Man after my own heart.” I muttered as I saw the thing almost melting on my plate.

Biscuit was the poster child of innocence.

“Have I given you the impression that I’m after anything else, Shortcake?”

“At. Every. Single. Chance.” I rolled my eyes. “Your intentions are about as pure as my dress.”

“Then let me take it off.” He returned, almost by habit. “For the holy purpose of ridding the world of temptations.”

I smiled in triumph.

It slowly dawned on Biscuit, and as he slammed his fist on the table, it took every last bit of my self control not to laugh like an evil scientist.

“I win.”

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To Be Continued..