Chapter Three #2
Plastering on my most charming smile I strolled over to her table.
Surely once I told her I’d taken care of her meal for her she would stop glaring and grace me with a smile.
Women loved when men took care of their needs.
My mom loved whenever my dad took care of something for her.
She would give him kisses and tell him what a good mate he was.
Alia loved it when Chase surprised her with dates.
He always got laid after he surprised her.
Letting her know I’d taken care of her bill would definitely get me her name.
“Fancy meeting you here.” I say as I lean my elbow on the table, giving her a wink. Nothing, she gives me nothing in return. Have I gotten rusty in my romance skills? I haven’t had a girlfriend in a couple of years, but I’ve never had a problem picking up women.
“Do I smell, is that it?” I lowkey sniff my under arms and her lip quirks up just a smidge. Almost a smile, I got almost a smile.
“No, you don’t smell.” She replies, shaking her head as the waitress comes back to the table.
She gives the waitress a small smile as the waitress sets down some kind of fruity concoction in front of her.
The waitress then slides my dark side of the moon across the table toward me.
Before I can even say thank you the waitress is hightailing it away from our table.
“Trouble in paradise?” My mate asks as she looks back and forth between me and the waitress. Wait, did she think me and the waitress had something going on?
“No ma’am no trouble and no paradise with that one.
I am single with a capital S. I’m so single I’ve started singing that song about one being the loneliest number.
I’m so single I only have one seat in my truck.
” By the time I’m finished with my single rant she is halfway through her fruity concoction and giggling at my antics.
The sound of her laugh is like music to my ears, and her smile is pure sunlight.
“That’s super single alright. Didn’t even know they made trucks with one seat in them for single guys.
That’s a new one for me.” She’s smirking at me over her drink, barely containing another bout of laughter.
Her smile is everything, it lights up her whole face and makes me feel like I could conquer the world for her.
Not that I have plans to conquer the world or anything, just in case the CIA or FBI are reading this.
“Okay, to be fair that last one was a lie, I have more than one seat in my truck, but I’d take the rest out just to prove to you how single I am.
” Did I sound desperate? I’m pretty sure I sound just a smidge desperate, but I want her to like me.
Okay I want her to love me, but right now I just want to get her to like me.
Humans work slower than we do, I have to take things slower with her.
Yes, you sound desperate! You are totally fucking this up. It’s like your balls have shriveled up and died. I knew you would fuck this up. We are doomed to be single forever at this rate.
Shut the fuck up I am not fucking this up. See she’s smiling at us, I’m reeling her in. So shut the fuck up and let me work my magic charm on her. She’ll be a puddle on the floor before we know it.
“Ah, finally a man who admits he’s lying, that’s so refreshing.
What else do you lie to women about?” She asks as her tone turns harder and her smile suddenly disappears.
Someone did this girl dirty, so dirty she doesn’t trust easily.
Okay, I can work with this, I just need to go slow and build trust.
“Well, I tend to exaggerate my size.” I tell her with the straightest face I can muster. Her lip twitches like it’s trying to smile.
“Lots of men brag about how big they are and then it’s just such a disappointment to us women.” She sasses back.
“Oh no I tell them I’m small, that way when they see it, I get an honest reaction.
It’s kind of like when Dr. Who brings people into the Tardis and they ooh and ah over how big it is on the inside.
Only in my case it’s like "oh my god you didn’t tell me it was that big” kind of reaction.
” I can’t help the smirk on my face right now; I’m waiting for her to give me sass back.
Instead, her head is down, and her shoulders are shaking. Yep, winner winner, chicken dinner.
Stop bragging about our size! She’s not impressed with big dicks; you might even scare her away with how big we are. God, you are fucking this up so badly!
Shut it! She’s laughing, women like a man who can make them laugh.
DUH! Now all I have to do is seal the deal.
I’ve wowed her with my hot nerd boy knowledge of Dr. Who, clearly, she will fall at my feet now.
You know nothing you dumb animal; you know how to sniff butts and eat rabbits, you don’t know women like I do.
His laughter echoed through my head. Dick!
“Now that I’ve wowed you with my Dr. Who reference, maybe you could at least tell me your name?” I ask, batting my eyelashes like I’ve seen women do when they want something from their man or are trying to snag a man. Either way it seems to work wonders for them so why not try it?
“No.” She says without missing a beat, as her eyes met mine.
“No?” I ask baffled and she nods slowly, her lips pressed together, like I’m an idiot who doesn’t understand the word. I know what ‘no’ means, my brother has said it to me enough.
“Yes. No. As in not happening, nope, nada, never, that kind of no.” She says smoothly, without missing a beat.
I’m taken aback, I’ve never had this much trouble snagging a woman, and this woman is my fucking mate.
How am I fucking this up so epically with her?
What if she wants me to start first? Okay, time to change tactics.
“Well, let me introduce myself. I’m Daxton.” I reach out my hand to shake hers and she just looks back and forth between my hand and my face.
“Well Daxton, I would say it’s nice to meet you, but it hasn’t been.
Don’t feel bad, it’s not you it’s me. But my food is coming this way.
So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to eat my food, drink my drink, and listen to the band in peace.
” She really didn’t want anything to do with me.
What the fuck Fate? Did you really send me a mate that doesn’t even want me?
I could fight leaving, I could stand my ground and try to tempt her some more, but the reality was she didn’t want anything to do with me.
Nodding my head I give her a two-finger wave before backing away from her.
“Your wish, my command.” I mutter as I turn on my heel and make my way out the door. It takes all my control to keep going until I make it to my truck.
You totally fucked that up! My tiger growls inside of me pouting.
Yeah, I know that dumbass. Don’t you think I know that? I completely fucked things up with my mate, and now we may be doomed to be single for the rest of our days.
Gripping the steering wheel so hard it creaks with the pressure I slam my head against the headrest a few times before letting out an anguished scream. Alone, I was doomed to be alone.