Bad Boy Attraction

Chapter 9

The waitress arrives on roller skate, a plater in one hand, making me wonder how she is not making everything fall.

She serves us our milkshakes and leaves us with a smile.

“Sure you don’t want to eat anything?” Jordan asks me nicely.

“Sure,” I reply, taking my chocolate milkshake. I take a sip and must admit it is one of the best milkshakes I had.

I look up from my beverage to see him staring at me intensely.

“Why did you bring me here?” I ask him, a bit uncomfortable.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” Jordan answers me straight forward.

“What?” I reply stupidly.

He rests his head on his hand, looking at me with curiosity. “I couldn’t be able to tell. The way you react, the way you think, the way you look, I like it and I want to see more. I want to see more of you.”

“What?” I repeat dumbfound. He smiles at me, but it is not is usual smirk, it’s a gentle smile.

He leans in, and remove my hair from my face, his fingers brushing my cheek. His eyes don’t leave mine and I get hypnotized by his stare. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, barely audible. “Are you scared of me?” he continues in a murmur, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath.

“Yes,” I reply in a breath, his blue eyes having completely captured mine.

“Liar,” he chuckles, both of us still murmuring.

He leans even closer, his lips almost touching mine, but he suddenly turns his head to the side, making me realize what we were about to do.

My eyes widen in realization, I cannot kiss that guy. He is bad news, and I don’t know him at all. I’m not like that usually.

I look at him, my mind going crazy, while he stares at something at the entrance. I follow his gaze, and recognize Mickael. He is looking around the room, while the waitress tries to get his attention and gets in front of him every time, he tries to go pass her.

I look back at Jordan, and his stare shows his hate for my friend. He suddenly frown, and groans. I look back up to see Mickael, who spotted us and is coming to us.

“Whatcha doing here?” Jordan asks him with obvious disgust.

“Could ask you the same thing,” Mickael replies with as much hatred in his voice. “What are you doing.” He comes out more like a statement and a reproach than a real question.

“Taking my girl out for dinner, or is that against the law, Mr Officer?” Jordan answer with a chuckle, making fun of the policeman.

I hear a few laughs, but look down on my milkshake, uncomfortable at the mention of his girl.

“Jade, take your stuff. I’m taking you home,” Mickael says to me, but doesn’t look away from Jordan.

“You’re not welcome here,” Jordan snaps at him, getting up to face him. “Go away.”

I see some of the customers getting up, ready to react if needed, as well as the staff. Jordan has a point, Mickael is definitely not welcome here.

“Not without her,” Mickael replies, not backing away from Jordan’s stare.

“Unless you’ve got something against me, Mr Officer, I’ll be on my way to enjoy a nice evening.”

Jordan takes my hand gently, making me stand up. We start to walk pass him, Jordan looking straight ahead, visibly pissed, but Mickael grabs my arms, making us stop.

“I don’t think she wants to go, and that’s kidnapping.”

“Does she?” Jordan replies with a smirk.

Mickael looks at me quickly, before suddenly letting go of my arms, with a small scream.

“Sorry,” says our waitress, now next to us, an empty glass in her hand. Mickael’s shirt is wet, and there are ice cubs all over the floor at his feet. “How clumsy of me,” she continues with a smirk. She winks at us and Jordan pulls gently on my hand to make us go on our way.

“Wait!” Mickael shouts, realizing the waitress’ distraction, but he doesn’t have time to follow that she swiftly moves on her roller skater in front of him.

Jordan speeds up, and I give just a few glances back to see a few other customers and staff going in between us, making sure Mickael won’t be able to follow us.

Once we are out, I remove my hands from Jordan’s grips, stopping in the middle of the parking. “Wait, I can’t leave him here!”

“They won’t hurt him,” Jordan says, coming back at me, his hands on my arms. “Let’s go.”

He sighs, seeing I don’t move, crossing my arms on my chest, trying to make myself compose. “They won’t hurt him, I promise, princess. He is still a police officer, and most of the people there has a criminal record or are under surveillance. They are just going to have a bit of fun, but they can’t hurt him if they don’t want to face consequences.”

I don’t move and I frown my eyebrows at him.

“I promise,” he repeats in a chuckle. “If he has so much as a scratch, I’ll denounce myself, okay?”

His blue eyes, looks at me with so much intensity and amusement that I finally nod.

He gets my hand to lead my back to his car, and with one final glance toward the dinner, I get in his car.