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Everything was going exactly the way I wanted.

I had already noticed that Jaguar had seen me.

His mood had soured too.

I caught him glancing at me several times while talking to Aster, but he barely seemed to be listening to her.

His entire focus was on our table.

He was not smiling either.

Every few moments, he would look at me, then fully turn his attention to Dr. Roman.

And Dr. Roman, on the other hand, was a fucking man whose dick was constantly on fire.

He managed to turn everything into his hunger for my body.

Every conversation somehow became sexual.

To make matters worse, that sicko ordered sausages with his meal.

"Why don’t you try it? It’s really good," he insisted.

And, yes, Jaguar was watching.

I wanted Jaguar to see exactly what he had lost and what Roman had gained.

I picked up the sausage and dipped it into the ranch.

The white sauce dripped down its sides.

I brought it closer to my mouth, and some of the sauce immediately smeared across my lips.

I giggled as I took a bite.

"Mmm."

I rolled my head back and closed my eyes.

"It’s really good," I said while chewing.

I could tell some of the white sauce had dripped onto my chin, but I acted as if I had no idea.

"Oh, you got a little on your chin."

Dr. Roman grabbed a napkin, leaned forward, and gently dabbed at my chin and lips.

Jaguar adjusted in his seat, while Roman settled back, absentmindedly rubbing the napkin between his fingers as he continued staring at me.

"Please, keep eating," he urged.

"And after that, I’ll get you some ice cream," he added, his tone noticeably eager.

I could tell he was enjoying how naive he thought I was.

This time, I dipped the entire sausage into the white sauce before bringing it to my mouth.

As I took another bite, Dr. Roman picked up a sausage of his own and coated it completely in the sauce.

Then he scooted his chair closer to me.

"How about I feed you? I really like feeding my women," he commented.

Normally, that would have been a red flag.

A man talking about other women or exes in front of you was rarely a good sign.

But Roman was someone I was using for my own purposes, so I did not care enough to complain.

"Thank you," I replied with an uncomfortable smile.

Jaguar was watching us with an expression that was almost laughable.

Then this asshole brought the sausage toward my mouth.

Before I could take a small bite, he pushed more of it forward than I had expected.

I let out a startled sound as my head tilted back.

He pushed the sausage down my throat then he pulled it away before offering it again.

I placed a hand against my throat and watched his eyes travel over my body, noticing every little detail of my reaction.

He began to thrust the sausage in and out of my mouth, making it seem like playful banter for me like he wasn’t letting me bite it.

But it was a different kind of entertainment for his hungry eyes.

I bit off the end and pulled back.

"You almost choked me," I complained playfully, reaching for my water.

"I’m playful like that," he replied.

Then, right in front of me, he took a bite of the sausage himself.

I’m not sure what happened, but I could tell Jaguar must have remembered something.

"Yeah, I like being playful too," I said jokingly, straightening in my seat.

I watched Dr. Roman’s eyes drift toward my chest before returning to my face.

"I have to ask. Please don’t mind," he uttered, leaning closer.

"Are your breasts real?"

The question immediately made me glance away awkwardly.

I mean, of course, I was a virgin.

Questions like that still made my cheeks turn red, not because I was shy or enjoying the attention, but because they made me uncomfortable.

After a moment, I looked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah, they are."

He looked genuinely amazed.

"It’s just that your proportions seem unreal. How did you achieve a figure like that? Such a tiny waist, a full chest, and wide hips. How did you do it?"

He continued talking about my body in a way that felt openly lustful.

Then again, I had never really stopped him.

But when did men like that ever stop when you told them to?

They just kept pushing, assuming that sooner or later, the woman would give in.

"I’m so happy we went out today," Roman added as he slowly placed his hand on my thigh.

His cold fingers slid beneath the hem of my dress and settled against my bare skin.

"I’m glad we met today too."

As I said that, I gently removed his hand while reaching for my phone.

I opened the text from Alpha King Jaguar again.

Alpha King Jaguar: If you can squeeze out some time, let’s meet up quickly so I can tell you what I need your help with. It’s really an urgent matter.

Of course, I knew exactly what the urgent matter was.

He was jealous.

"What is it?" Roman asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Yeah, like I said, I don’t think we’ll be able to have coffee tonight. It’s just my boss," I replied while typing out a response to Jaguar.

Me: Sure, I can do it later tonight. Let me know when.

I hit send.

Because I knew Jaguar was watching, I acted as though it was no big deal, as though I was completely unfazed, as though he had no effect on me whatsoever.

"Ah, what a fucker. Why do these bosses always intervene in special moments?" Roman complained. "It’s like they have a radar. The second they find out their employees are finally getting some rest, they jump in and ruin it."

Roman had no clue that my boss was sitting right across the room.

Not just my boss.

The Alpha King.

Fucking Alpha King Jaguar.

"No, it’s not that. My bosses are really nice," I replied, slowly pushing my chair back because it was time to leave.

I had done my job.

Jaguar thought he could ignore me.

Well, it seemed he could not think about anything else at the moment.

His reply came almost instantly.

Alpha King Jaguar: I’ll pick you up in my car in twenty minutes. Where are you?

Then I watched him put his phone down and settle back in his chair.

"Actually, we’ll have to cut the date short. I’m really sorry. Maybe some other day."

It was the driest tone he had used with her all evening.