A Love Trap

This was the first time that Ashley had called Andrew "my husband", and it started a surge of desire for her inside him. As the drama unfolded in front of him, he suddenly had an urge to put his arms around Ashley and give her a hearty, tight embrace while having a nice, long snog with her.

"I couldn't agree more. I also think that woman is kind of bitchy. Did you see that she just so affectionately leaned towards my boyfriend when she served our special?"

"The same thing happened to me just now! I thought that she didn't do that on purpose! Who would have known she is such a bitch!"

Taking a glance at that waitress's face, everyone at the restaurant, especially the women, began to discuss her immediately, almost simultaneously.

And suddenly everyone turned hostile against her, showing obvious dislike for her on their faces.

Staring at Andrew who was just sitting across Ashley so peacefully as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, the waitress became uncharacteristically flushed and visibly annoyed. For the life of her, she couldn't understand how the man could remain so totally unaffected by her glamour or the discussions going on about her.

But despite the irritation she was feeling towards Andrew, she couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper for his handsome face and charismatic aura.

However, Ashley being right in front of her, blocking her total view of Andrew was ruining things.

Eventually getting quite annoyed, the woman pouted and left. Before she fully could, however, she shot Ashley the nastiest glare she could.

That did nothing to Ashley except making her look more protective of Andrew. Only when the waitress had fully gone did Ashley start to move back to her seat. For a few minutes, she sat in silence.

She was deciding whether the behavior she exhibited just then was a little over-reactive or not.

Stealthily, she took a peek at Andrew, and she found that he was still expressionless, visibly not influenced at all by the drama that was started by her. This irritated Ashley as she imagined that Andrew would just allow that woman to fall on him had she not intervened earlier.

This thought caused great discomfort to her. Suddenly, she felt like she shouldn't have stopped the waitress from flirting with him. Perhaps by doing what she did earlier, she had destroyed an opportunity for him to finally have a fling with such a beauty.

With a deep breath, she fixed her eyes on the table.

Set.' she thought to herself, silently gritting her teeth. She saw two trays that had dishes, drinks and fruits placed

also shaped as a heart, which was outlined

the plates, spoons and

detested everything. With all of the things happening, she started to wonder whether she got up on the wrong side of

a sound suddenly came from the table

flirting with her boyfriend in a pettish manner. She begged, "Baby, I want that. Put it

voice filled with affection and fondness for her filled the space.

spoon of delicacies, and their lips got closer and closer. Soon enough, they started passionately

steered her eyesight away from them. The scene came as a mental shock for her, and all

front of her eyes. It was so near that she could have it if

man who owned the hand was still expressionless, though his gaze upon her was very soft. His eyes were focused on her as if there existed nothing else in

to say in an embarrassed tone, "Thank you, but I prefer

get hold of the spoon but somehow

enough to make anyone feel that

felt that her cheeks flushed, but she

she found that almost every couple in the restaurant were feeding each other in a very, very intimate manner.

reject Andrew's request, she took a deep breath, put on a wide, fake smile, and

but when Andrew saw that Ashley had almost finished his dishes, he looked at hers and stared

trying to say immediately, so she quickly slid hers towards him and said,

were still firmly fixed on her,

in her mind, and

at once, and he lightly nodded in response to

that,

meal, the two of them finally stepped out of the restaurant. Ashley, for some unknown reason, felt