Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Nine: Two Guys Fighting For Me... HELP!

            “It’s not your fault,” Ian said reassuringly. “You never knew he’s going to chance. And hey, he’s your first boyfriend. It’s normal to be attached with your first boyfriend.”

            I smirked. “Oh? How many boyfriends do you have, Ian?”

            Ian laughed. “Whatever, Victoria.” Then he turned serious again. “Seriously, though, I only had one girlfriend.”

            “Patricia?”

            “Yep.” He sighed. “Too bad everything went down just because of a fire. Anyways,” he said, clearing his throat, “let’s not talk about the past and concentrate on the present.” He grinned. “Nice dress.”

            I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. You’re just saying that because I look like Patricia.”

            The words flew right out of my mouth. My eyes widened when I realized what I had just said and I clapped my hand to my mouth. Ian was smiling at me warily.

            “Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that,” I said, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

            “Yeah, well. It’s okay,” he said, still smiling warily. I touched a nerve. Oh damn, why should I be this unlucky? “And, truth to be told, Victoria… tonight, you don’t look like Patricia—for the first time.”

            I frowned. “What do you mean?”

            He sighed. “When I take Patricia out for dinner like this—you know, formal and everything—she wears those kinds of dresses to reveal a lot of skin. Seriously, I don’t like it because it’s like she’s drawing a lot of attention. She really did, though. Every guy’s eyes were on her and I feel very uncomfortable about it. Just staying inside a place where every guy was imagining your girlfriend naked makes me want to kill myself. Your dress is just okay. At least you showed off some skin, but not… you know, a lot.”

            I smiled dryly. “She’s a model. Of course she needs to be beautiful.”

            Ian chuckled. “Guess you’re right.”

            As if on cue, Lance appeared with two other men, bringing our lasagna and spaghetti. He smiled at me before smirking at Ian.

            “I take it you didn’t poison these,” Ian said, glaring at Lance.

            “Maybe,” Lance said, playing along. The two other men left us while Lance gave a little bow. “Have a nice—oops.”

            He dropped the table napkin which he was carrying on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and unfortunately, it was beside my legs. I was sitting crossed-leg and when he picked the napkin up; I can feel his eyes on my legs. I blushed uncontrollably. He had seen and touched my legs a lot of time. When he slowly got up, he brushed his fingers on my legs, making me blush even more.

            Ian noticed my blush and frowned. “Victoria?”

            Lance had already got up, giving me a knowing smile. I tried to glare at him, but I was still blushing. How I miss those touch of his… He was the only guy I had loved like this and he was the only guy who touched me like this and make me blush uncontrollably. No one can blame me if I miss his touch or the way he makes me blush even though he’s a bastard.

            “Happy dinner,” Lance whispered—mostly to me. And with that, he left.

            “What was that all about?” Ian asked, still frowning.