Page 25 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

I was about to reply when I spotted the prettiest girl in the diner sitting alone in a corner.

Right then, I felt my lips curl up into a sly smile, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Sir?” the waitress called my attention.

“It’s alright. I’ll be fine,” I replied without looking at her.

Sienna hadn’t seen me yet; she was scrolling through her phone, a hand under her chin. She would occasionally look out the window as though she was expecting someone.

With a stealthy silence, I glided toward her, both hands tucked in the pockets of my pants. For seven long seconds, I loomed over her like a ghost, unnoticed.

She raised her head and faced the window again, then sighed, still unaware of my presence.

Sienna looked so beautiful—innocent yet mischievous at the same time—and it was almost impossible to tear my gaze from her.

“Oh, my God!” she yelped, her palm flying to her chest in a jiffy, as if to prevent her heart from jumping out. Her eyes went wide with shock, and she jerked in her seat, startled at the sudden sight of me.

It was amusing watching her react the way that she did, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I said.

She chuckled, her face lighting up with a grin. “It’s okay. I, uh….” She cleared her throat. “I wasn't really scared, you know. It’s just that I didn’t hear you coming, so you sorta….”

“Startled you,” I finished her sentence.

She looked at me and then nodded slowly with a welcoming smile.

“Apologies,” I said, gesturing at the vacant seat opposite her. “May I?”

“Yes, of course, please. Silly me.” She chuckled playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I took a seat, savoring her beauty for a moment. “So, what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing, sitting all alone in a diner this evening?”

She looked me dead in the eye and cast a grin at me, a flirtatious one, however faint. “Well, I’m not alone anymore, now am I?”

I relaxed in my seat, my face stretching into a goofy smirk.

Careful, girl. You’re playing a dangerous game here, I thought to myself.

“So, you finally decided to come around and try the food that I recommended,” she said.

“It would appear so.”

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, and she leaned forward, hands on the table between us. “Is that the only reason you’re here? For the food?”

I was quiet, watching her closely; she was flirting with me.

“Maybe,” I answered. “Maybe not.”

She smiled at my last statement.

“You were looking out the window before I came over here,” I said, spilling my observation. “Are you expecting someone? That friend of yours, perhaps?”

She adjusted in her seat without breaking eye contact. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She flashed a cocky grin.

I scoffed, seeing what she did there. That’s a good one.

Her response hinted at the fact that I was the one she’d been looking out the window for. She must have been expecting me to come around, just as I’d been expecting to spot her here.

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