Forbidden Desire
Chapter 2: I Love The Size

Fiona comes out of the supermarket with her groceries. When he wanted to cross, he did not see a car speeding from his right side until the black car grazed him and made his groceries fall. Fortunately, Fiona was not seriously injured. Only his arm hurt a little. Fiona picked up all her stuff. Ignoring the man who lowered his car glass with an angry face.

"Are you unable to walk properly," the man snapped a sharp look towards Fiona. The woman then looked up, looking at the face of the man who had already snapped at her. The second look met in a moment. Ah, why does it feel familiar to that man's face. Instantly Fiona wakes up.

"Sa. I'm sorry sir, it's my fault. I'm not careful" Fiona lowered her head apologizing. The man left without even returning Fiona's apology.

Fiona put her groceries back in her canvas bag.

"Basar is arrogant." murmured Fiona.

"Are all rich people like that" said Fiona and left with an upset face.

The next day Fiona returned to work as usual. Today's visitors have come a lot. The order for table no 10 exactly in the corner of the room is ready. Fiona then drove him. He walked past several tables before arriving at table 10.

"Good afternoon sir" said Fiona, placing the black-glassed man's order on the table. The man seemed busy with his phone.

"Please enjoy the master" said Fiona and left.

"Wait." said the man in his baritone voice. Fiona turned her body and went back closer to table 10.

"Sorry sir, I'll take it. I don't seem to have seen clearly your order list" Fiona said slightly misbehaved. He left the man in a hurry.

Soon Fiona delivers the man's mineral water. He put mineral water on the table.

"Please enjoy the master." said Fiona and left.

"I like the size" said the man flatly as he cut the beef steak on his plate. Fiona was glued to her place. He looked to be twitching both his eyebrows. What size does the man mean. For some reason Fiona turned her head down, looking at her chest. His brain said that the man was licking his chest.

"Sorry sir, what did you just say?" fiona made clear the man's words.

"I love the size of this steak. Perfect fit. What do you think?" asked the man looking at Fiona with his flat face. Fiona seemed to swallow her saliva. He was ashamed of himself. Ah, he shouldn't have asked. Fiona became misbehaved, rubbing her non-itchy nose.

"Ah yes, thank you for your praise for the performance of the Chef at this Cafe. Excuse me first," Fiona twisted her body and left.

"Ah.. shit.what a man that was on purpose," muttered Fiona back to the Cafe kitchen.