The man was notorious for being private; I mentally hissed, studying his face.
“Staring is rude, Mrs. Lavigne,” Mr. Clever said, not looking at me. His attention was on his laptop.
I straightened my back and cleared my throat. I was caught off guard, but I managed to compose myself. Today’s our third time seeing each other. We met in this secluded coffee shop downtown. He was sitting across from my seat, scrolling on his laptop.
“Blame it on the hormones, I guess.” I shrugged and added, “I’m in my first trimester, so please forgive this pregnant woman for appreciating your good looks.”
He busied himself on his laptop again while I sipped my strawberry milkshake. His genes were a great catch. Indeed. After a while, he lifted his face, and his eyes mirrored mine. He had the most expressive blue orbs I'd ever seen! It was deep... like sinking into my soul. I couldn't believe this guy had this effect on me. I thought Sebastian was the only man I could adore and admire, but here was Mr. Clever, doing it all effortlessly.
“Is Mr. Lavigne aware of your condition?” He asked in a monotone.
“No.” I simply replied.