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She held his gaze as she sat across him in the private room, biting surprisingly slowly on her chopped fried dodo. He had been staring at her for the past forty minutes since she had arrived. She eyed his plate then lifted her eyes to his, raising a questioning brow at him. He only offered her a small smile at the gesture. His plate of chopped fried dodo and baked boneless chicken was barely touched.
'Won't you eat?' she finally asked him. He chuckled then.
'I am eating,' he drawled confidently with that charming smile of his that never failed to turn her on for a moment. She stared at him. Well, yes, he was eating. He was practically eating her with his intense eyes. Well, she couldn't tell him that. She had to think of something else to tell him.
'I don't think you are. Are you anorexic?' she asked him with mock surprise, her mouth exaggeratedly agape.
'Oh please,' he managed to grind out before laughter overtook him. He nearly went into a fit likewise her. 'I'm perfectly fine. I'm just taken by your distracting beauty,' he complimented her. Now it was her turn to smile, bashfully as it was. He returned it.
'Flattery to deceive right?' she managed to spit out despite her pleased state.
'Chloe,' he began taking her hands in his, 'You are beautiful. Your beauty, it intoxicates me, I'm full just by looking at you.' His confession left her flummoxed. She couldn't move for a moment, lost in his eyes.
'Am I? Am I really?' she asked, the enthusiasm in her voice evident.
'Yes my sweet, you are.' She smiled fully at him and he realized then that it was her first genuine pleased smile. It was a smile without anger, irritation, and unpleasantness. It was a smile of contentment. He felt accomplished.