Page 13 of Red Obsession

“Okay, honey, and for you, miss?”

Izel looks up at me and then back at the menu then back at me. I don’t know what her problem is, but I’m close to losing my patience with her.

“Uh, just a side salad. No meat,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry, what?” the waitress snarks back.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I focus my gaze on the waitress. I’m not going to just let her talk or give Izel looks.

“Give us a minute,” I tell her. She huffs, walking away, swinging her hips a little too aggressively.

“Alright, Red, let it out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since the moment I stepped foot in that basement, you’ve talked nonstop and called me names. But the second we got here? You’ve shut down, stopped talking and I want to know why.”

“I just don’t do well in public places or with a lot of people,” she mutters, going back to staring at the menu.

“Okay. Well, you need to eat, so let’s order. We can eat quickly and then be on our way.”

Izel waits a moment before nodding her head. “Can you just order for me?” she asks shyly.

“Sure, what do you want?”

“I’m not picky, I just don’t eat meat.”

I’m dumbfounded, but quickly recover. Plucking the menu from her hand, I skim over it before the waitress returns.

“Are you two ready?”

“Burger, no mustard, fries on the side. Veggie burger and a side salad.”

Once she writes everything down and leaves, Izel is pouring cream into her coffee. One after another, she pours her seventh before grabbing sugar packets. And I watch as she pours seven packets into her coffee. Stirring and taking a drink, swallowing she groans. My cock takes notice, and I shuffle forward so she can’t see my half-hard cock. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, and apparently a little sound from Izel will do it.

Down boy.

It’s not long before our food is set down and Izel wastes no time digging in. She lets out small moans as she chews her veggie burger. I should have known she was hungry. She most likely didn’t eat when she was locked up, and all I fed her was a peanut butter sandwich. I lift the mask to uncover my mouth, barely getting two bites in before she moves on to her salad, shoveling food into her mouth.

Smiling between my own bites, I nearly finish when she reaches across my plate and grabs my water. Chugging half of it, I open my mouth to tell her something, I don’t know what, when she grabs two fries from my plate. Shoving them in her mouth, I sit back and blink over at her.

Dumbfounded.

The name calling, the talking too much, not being scared of me. And now taking food off my plate. She really must have a death wish.

Izel’s eyes flicker up to mine, already seeing that I’m looking at her.

“Do I have something on my face?” she asks, reaching for a napkin.

I grin.

“I’m sorry.” She drops her head back at her plate. Which is a complete and total mess. But it brings me joy knowing she’s comfortable enough to eat however she wants. Even if it is a mess. She still has ketchup on her chin.

Using my thumb, I wipe it off, sucking my thumb into my mouth. Izel’s eyes widen, and I realize what I just did.What is wrong with me?

“You want my fries?” I ask, pushing my plate over.

“Did you know potatoes were found like eight thousand years ago?” she questions, plucking a few fries from my plate.

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