"What do you look so smug about?" I questioned before sighing "I have only been here two minutes and I am already getting sick of trying to be somewhat nice to you. It is exhausting."

He raised an eyebrow at the last part of my sentence "You are trying to be nice? Is that what that was back there?"

"What?"

Stone tried to lessen the roughness of his voice but failed as he tried to imitate me "Lovely to see you, Stone."

"I do not sound like that!" I exclaimed before mentioning "Just so you know that saying those words actually physically hurt me to say."

The giant bends down so he is nearer the top of my head as he huskily informs me "One of these days, you are going to compliment me."

I tutted "I would not hold my breath if I was you."

Just as we were about to enter the dining room where the two lovebirds were already sitting, he moved a hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear "You will be complimenting my mouth in a couple of days."

That made me stop in my tracks. Pivoting to face his far too taunting face, I crossed my arms.

His words were only partly true. I would never come out and comment aloud about his lips but I would be thinking about them. I would be thinking about how they felt soft yet harsh again mine and how he dominated my whole body as held my face in his large hands.

Jolting all rogue thoughts about him away, I finally came back with "That will not be happening. I am going to find out your stupid name one way or another."

With that, I strutted away and over to the table.

Lana was sitting right next to Brennan and whispering under her breath.

So much for getting away from the bane of my existence because I ended up being seated right next to him. The good thing about my seat was that it gave me perfect access to kick him under the table.

Stone sat down in the chair, his muscular arm resting on my chair right behind my head. His large legs were hitting under the table, so he moved them so one was touching mine.

Mr Lewis entered the room with a few plates. He placed them on the centre of the table and sat down. He was just about to put some rice on his plate but dropped the spoon as soon as his wife entered with a face like thunder.

She shot him a look as she set down a massive pot of chicken covered in a red sauce "The guests are to be served first. You know this."

"Sorry, Kelly." Mr Lewis said sheepishly but sent a small mischievous smile our way that made me compare him with Brennan once again.